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“Tate,” he called out, desperately. “Use me. Use me for what you need.”

That seemed to be what tipped his Dom over the edge, jerking and shuddering, while he called out Adam’s name.

He gave a final thrust of that giant cock back into Adam’s ass, and then collapsed on top of him.

Adam felt boneless, unable to move. Tate started to stir, but he felt so intimately connected that he grabbed Tate’s arms and pulled him back down.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

Tate pressed soft kisses into his back. “You were beautiful, darling. You were so good for me.”

Adam beamed. “That was…” he was still fighting for his breath. And his ability to speak. “That was amazing. I just… yeah.” How could he put something so momentous into words?

Tate laughed, ruffling Adam’s sweaty hair. “I think I broke you.”

“Mmmmm… but only in the best way.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm… Trans guys are the best.”

Adam didn’t realize what he’d said until he felt Tate’s muscles tighten. And yet his voice was still measured and calm when he spoke. “What do you mean?”

“I just meant...” He felt a little foolish. And a lot worried that he’d fucked something up. He might as well spit it out now.

“I was just thinking that I told you that I’m a bit of a size queen and you could just deliver on that. Like, other guys are limited by their biology, but you can have any size cock you want. It was sexy as fuck.”

Tate’s muscles relaxed and he shook his head into Adam’s shoulder. “Oh, baby. What am I going to do with you?” Adam was pretty sure that his exasperation was feigned, and the amusement was real.

“Keep me?” Adam asked hopefully.

“You have the best ideas, Little Star. Now, let’s go take a shower. We’ve got latkes to make.”

Chapter 6.

The Fourth Night

Tate tapped his cereal bowl and tried to plan out the day. He needed to go into work for at least half the day, and he wanted to do a little shopping for his boy. He’d probably be gone for about five hours. No, six with driving time.

For anyone else he’d dated, this might have been a nice opportunity to have a bit of space. They might want to focus on their own interests or reflect on how quickly everything had been moving.

But Adam had been so adorably clingy yesterday. So dramatic and cute with his sighs and huffs when he got bored and wanted attention. Tate already knew that he’d hate being apart for the morning.

It was his job as a Daddy, even if Adam didn’t want to admit it, to take care of that.

He took his bowl to the sink and quickly washed it. Then he took out a pad of paper and made a list. He read over it a few times, satisfied.

Sex with Adam was fantastic. His open playfulness intermingled beautifully with his darker desires for pain and submission. But his need for structure and affection in the rest of his life was what really took it to another level for Tate.

He returned to his bedroom and got dressed. He’d tried to sneak out quietly earlier, but now he let himself make noise.

Adam was still snuggled up naked in his bed, completely dead to the world. He had claimed the fuzzy blanket that Tate brought out during his nap yesterday, so it was tangled up with all the other bedding. He looked like an angel.

Tate stroked over his hair, then across his shoulders. “Adam, honey, wake up.”

“Don’t wanna.” He pulled the covers over his head. There was definitely a brat waiting under that carefully repressed exterior.

Tate pulled the blanket back a little bit. “Don’t I get to see your beautiful eyes before I go to work?”