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“You didn’t have eggs or I would have made eggs,” Merrick said softly.

“This was perfect.” He kissed Merrick’s head. “Everything about you is perfect.”

“I could get spoiled by this.”

Wilder chuckled. “What part?”

“All of it.” Merrick’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth making a small suction sound when he pulled it free to speak, but instead he snapped his mouth closed so quickly, Wilder heard his teeth crash together.

“There’s something else you want to say. I can hear the hesitation.”

“It’s nothing,” Merrick said quickly.

“Wrong answer.”

“It’s embarrassing,” he protested, pulling back enough so Wilder could see his face.

He lifted his hand and brushed his fingertip across Merrick’s cheekbone. “Nothing is embarrassing here.”

“I cried this morning,” Merrick blurted. “Not because anything was wrong, but because I was so fucking happy. I woke up and my dick was sore from use and my ass has bruises shaped like your hands on it, and I just…”

Merrick stopped himself again, biting his lips between his teeth and shaking his head.

Wilder beckoned him closer, folding the bigger man into his arms and holding him as tightly as he could.

“I know,” he whispered. “I feel the same.”

“Is this real or like…is this some endorphin thing?”

Wilder huffed out another breathy laugh. “Maybe endorphins, but it’s also very real. I felt the same way when I woke up this morning.”

“You wanted to cry?”

“No, honestly, I wanted to get on my knees and suck your dick,” he admitted, and it was true.

Merrick’s breath left him on a shaking exhale and he smiled against Wilder’s throat.

“I mean…you still could. If you wanted.”

Wilder took Merrick’s head in his hands and pulled him away enough that they could kiss. He slanted their mouths together,fingers digging into the sides of Merrick’s scalp and he kissed him hard. With long, exploratory strokes of his tongue, Wilder kissed Merrick until they were both hard and panting and full of want. Wilder’s mind raced with possibilities. They had the whole day, two days, to explore each other and fuck and tease and do whatever they wanted. What Wilder wanted to do first was the same thing he’d wanted to do all morning. So, he laid Merrick on his back, crawled between his legs, and sucked his dick until Merrick came, Wilder’s name echoing around the room when he finished.

CHAPTER 13

Merrick

There wasno other way for Merrick to describe how Wilder made him feel except…high. Merrick had been riding a high since the second Wilder walked into the playroom at Rapture, and he worried the impending and inevitable comedown would ruin him, not just for other men, but for everything. His cock ached from use, his thighs were bruised from the spanking, and his balls were empty. He didn’t think life could get any better, but then right before lunch, Wilder said to him, “Did you bring your art with you?”

Merrick blinked a few times, registering the question. “I have my sketchbook because I always have it.”

His backpack was somewhere in the house, but he wasn’t sure where it had landed. “But not my paint.”

“You live close, right?”

He nodded.

“Go get it,” Wilder said simply. “I would go for you, but I have no idea what things are called or what you need yet, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Do…do you want to come with me? Would you?”