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Quincy kissed his forehead. “Oh, good. I miss you when you’re sleeping.”

Evan’s heart was going to melt from all the cuteness. He rolled over, until he could be the little spoon. “Good night, Quincy.”

“Good night.”

Chapter 11

Quincy

Quincy ran his finger through Evan’s hair. He didn’t want to touch him anywhere else, because every time he did, Evan would wake up and look at him with those sleepy-soft eyes, and then Quincy would just have to touch him some more, until he was panting and moaning and…

Quincy pulled his hand away.

Evan needed sleep. His eyes held the faintest blue circles below them, and in their last round, it seemed like he’d barely woken up when Quincy took his cock down his throat.

Quincy should really leave him alone.

It was just that Quincy was so happy. No, euphoric. Filled up to overflowing with care and devotion to this beautiful human.

And he was horny. Really horny.

He rubbed his hand down his own chest. He’d liked holding Evan down, but it had been good when Evan stroked and touched him, too. God, maybe he could make Evan touch him. That had been in some of the videos, too. The sub would be on his knees, and the Dom would lay back as the sub worshipped him…

Quincy thought Evan would like that. In fact, now that he understood that look in Evan’s eyes, he thought Evan would like that a lot. Though he supposed it wouldn’t work out because he didn’t have a penis, like all the men in the video.

He sighed. Touching Evan was more than enough.

Touching Evan was everything.

Quincy touched Evan’s temple, that sweet little divot beside his eye, just to feel the softness there. Quincy looked up a whole dictionary worth of words to describe Evan’s skin. Velvety, luxurious, and precious were just the beginning.

Evan murmured and turned toward him.

No… No. He really had to let Evan sleep.

It didn’t matter that the sex had gotten better each time, now he knew what he was doing. He could just replay in his mind the way that Evan had laid there and looked at him in wonder, all soft skin and whimpers and cries.

But he just couldn’t stay in this bed, when all he could think of was more ways to make Evan pant and scream.

Slowly, he slipped out of bed, arranging the covers carefully so that Evan wouldn’t get cold.

Now he just needed something to do.

He settled at the kitchen table, where his mirror and makeup had taken up residence at one end. He was going to work today, so he couldn’t wear anything flashy. But he wanted a little something. Just a touch of color to his lips. Something to make his eyes pop and his skin glow.

Hopefully something that his boyfriend would like.

When he was done, he still had an hour and a half until Evan’s alarm went off.

It was tempting to look at porn or read more articles about BDSM. Or create another makeup video just so he could gush about how amazing Evan was to his small but rapidly growing fanbase. He’d seen other people do that—gush about their boyfriends. And now Quincy had a boyfriend.

Or at least he was pretty sure he did. That was what it meant, right?

Last night had been an awakening in every way. Quincy had never gotten angry before. He hadn’t even known he could. And even though he realized that they’d had their first fight—which seemed to be a big deal for couples, he’d talked it through with Ben. And he was realizing, with every passing moment, that it was Evan, adorable, supportive Evan, who had given him the courage—and even the right—to get angry.

And then there had been that missing block when his body had shut down. Time had stopped for him—no data at all from 8:06:32 PM to 1:23:09 AM. And yet, he’d come out of it with his thoughts more organized and orderly, his emotions calm. Ben told him it was like human dreams, and he should schedule himself for it more often. Just the idea of sleeping gave him a little buzz—one more bit of evidence about his sentience.

And then the sex….