(Dianne) Fox Writes

“Breakfast can wait,” Owen said with a smile that told Mike breakfast might be waiting a long time indeed.

“No breakfast?” Mike’s body caught up with the program before his brain did; he knew that smile of Owen’s. He pushed his chair back a little and reached for Owen. “But I’m kind of hungry.” For Owen, yes. The food could wait.

“I can fix that,” Owen promised, slipping out of his chair and coming around to stand next to Mike. He pulled Mike up out of the chair and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Mike kissed Owen back, sliding one hand under Owen’s robe and around to trace the line of his spine. Underneath, Owen was deliciously underdressed in just a thin pair of boxer shorts. “What’s on the menu?” Mike slid his other hand under the waistband and down the curve of Owen’s ass. He was shameless and not sorry about it at all.

Owen pressed a little closer to Mike, his hands sliding up over Mike’s chest. “Oh, for such a special occasion, I think I might be willing to give you whatever you want.”

“Mm. I like special occasions.” Mike rocked his hips, nudging his demanding cock against Owen. Of course, every time they had sex was pretty much a special occasion. Mike knew he was damn spoiled. “I think I want you,” he said pensively. “And maybe some of the things from the bottom drawer.” Mike groped Owen’s ass and grinned lasciviously. Owen definitely deserved some extra attention for letting breakfast go cold.

Owen laughed, doing a little groping of his own. “You go on up and get ready. I’ll put the food away and meet you up there to see what you’ve picked out.”

“Yes, dear,” Mike said meekly. He definitely needed to do something fun for Owen. Or let Owen do something fun for him.