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“Sir… Sir…”
We were back at our apartment and Parker was bent over the kitchen sink, his ass covered in red marks from my hand, a punishment via spanking having just come to an end. I was teasing his hole with my tongue, running it all along his sensitive rim, one of my palms pumping his aching cock at the same time.
Suddenly, our doorbell rang out throughout the apartment.
Parker went to answer it, his body shifting away from the sink…
But I pressed him back into place, my mouth still on his hole, my hand still stroking the length of him. The doorbell rang again and Parker whined, his body shivering before a moan escaped his throat.
“Nicholas… someone might actually hear us…” Parker whimpered.
“Fine by me,” I replied. “All I care about is you coming for me, sweetheart.”
Before he could say anything in response, I started pumping him even faster than before, my tongue moving at double time now. Parker let out another whimper before he shamelessly moaned, nice and loud, his hips suddenly bucking against my hand, his come landing between my fingertips. As he collapsed against the sink, his breaths coming ragged, I casually moved toward the front door.
“Yes?” I opened it with a smile, as I leaned against the doorway.
“Oh good. We were starting to think you weren’t home.” The deliveryman let out a nervous chuckle before he held up a clipboard. “We just needed you to sign for this and we’ll be good to go.”
I took the clipboard from him, swiftly signing off on the document in front of me. “What’s this one for again?”
“It’s for the couch!” Parker answered from somewhere else in the apartment. “I went down to the warehouse and picked it out myself. You’re going to love it!”
I handed the clipboard back to the deliveryman, who gave me a small nod before he disappeared back down the hallway. A few moments later, he returned with two other team members, each of them gripping onto the midsection of a dark blue couch. I moved out of the doorway, giving them enough room to place the couch in the center of our living room. After a few more trips in and out of the apartment, they completed the couch set, sectional pieces all tucked into place against it.
And then, they were on their way.
“That was pretty painless, wasn’t it?” Parker asked as he stepped into the living room now, too, having put on a t-shirt and jeans. “Do you like it, though? I was worried you wouldn’t because it doesn’t exactly match the rug, but I was thinking?—”
“Parker, I don’t care if things match or not.” I wrapped an arm around his waist as I spoke. “As long as you’re happy. That’s why I gave you carte blanche when it comes to decorating everything. I just want you to feel welcome here. Always.”
“I know.” Parker smiled up at me. “And I know I’m being a little crazy about getting new furniture and everything, too. I just… I want it to feel like it’s our space. Like it’s something that represents both of us.”
“If that’s the case, I think we’re well on our way.”
“I think so, too.” Parker smiled again before he quietly rested his head against my shoulder.
“Now, this is more my speed.”
Parker playfully snapped the band of his swim trunks before he nodded down toward the pool. He slipped beneath the water, disappearing for some time before resurfacing, taking calm and steady breaths once he did. I was sitting on the edge of the pool, lazily kicking my feet as I watched him swim laps back and forth.
We’d officially been settled into our new apartment for about a month now, Parker putting the finishing touches on the place this morning in the form of cutesy, matching coffee mugs. He finally seemed satisfied with each nook and cranny of the apartment, and I was satisfied as long as he was satisfied.
Even so, I still couldn’t shake how effortless everything seemed after so much fear and trepidation about whether or not we’d actually be able to make something work between us. At this point, all of it seemed so silly in the rearview mirror, like we’d been wasting time trying to figure out the answer to a question with such a simple solution.
“Are you going to get in the water or what?” Parker teased. “You owe me a good lap or two.”
“What do I owe you a lap or two for?”
“For every time you took me on a death hike,” he started. “And the billions of more times you’re probably planning on taking me on death hikes in the future.”
“Fine,” I relented, with a smile, as I slipped into the pool. The water was the perfect temperature, warm against my skin as it surrounded me on each side. I dipped my head underneath the artificial waves, holding my breath as I lingered below the water. Parker apparently did the same, my gaze meeting his as we sank down to the bottom of the pool.
A few laps later and we were back in our apartment, drying off after a quick, shared shower to rinse off the chlorine. I was now standing in the kitchen, looking over a cookbook that Parker had gotten for us, its pages glossy and its ingredient lists pretty damn extensive. Thankfully, I’d landed on a more reasonable recipe on the very next page, something I would’ve been able to put together with things we actually had in our fridge.
“What’s for dinner?” Parker asked as he stepped into the kitchen. “Oh, you’re making something out of that?”
“You don’t want me to?”
