Morning Service

Damon stepped out of the shower, steam still curling off his smooth, six-foot frame. Droplets traced down the lines of his chest and abs as he rubbed a towel through his damp black hair. He was about to grab a pair of briefs when he caught sight of Noah on their bed.

His boyfriend was sprawled on his back in the rumpled sheets, freckles scattered across his pale skin, copper hair messy against the pillow. The white sheet had slipped low, and under its thin fabric rose the clear outline of Noah’s cock—hard, thick, and begging for attention.

Damon’s lips curved into a grin.

He let the towel fall to the floor and crossed to the bed. Slowly, so as not to wake Noah, he drew the sheet down. Noah’s uncut cock sprang free, flushed and heavy, every vein standing out. Seven inches of beautiful meat throbbed in the soft morning light.