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He yawned, stretched, and turned toward the ajar door, only to find himself staring straight at Daven’s tall, half-naked body in the kitchen.

Hmm…

Ryneth licked his lips, his dick stirring.

Daven was only wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung loosely over his firm butt and hips, showing off his long and sculpted legs as he rummaged through the drawers.

What the hell was he doing? What time was it anyway?

Ryneth frowned when he checked his multi-slate. Why was Daven up at six-thirty? Lately, he had turned out to be very much not a morning person.

Not this morning, though. Daven looked… inspired as he put pans on the stove and took more ingredients out of the fridge. Milk, butter, eggs—was he going to make pancakes?

Ryneth’s stomach growled.

Mara always made them for his birthday. Dripping in butter and completely covered in syrup, Ryneth had loved the hot cakes.

Good Light, if Daven was making pancakes, Ryneth would do anything he wanted. Do the dishes. Vacuum the penthouse.

Suck his dick.

Ryneth’s hand moved to where his own cock lay hard against his hip. He was horny.

Daven turned once again, this time with a bag of flour, a faint crease between his thick blond eyebrows as he poured it into a bowl. The eggs followed.

Definitely pancakes.

Ryneth gave his cock another little squeeze, unable to take his eyes from his fated one.

Daven’s chest flexed as he moved, muscle shifting under his skin. Ink curled from his throat to his pecs, and Ryneth wanted to crawl over and lick every inch of it.

Daven was gorgeous.

He was watching him too, the earlier frown replaced by his usual cocky stare that made Ryneth’s stomach swoop.

From the kitchen, Daven looked straight through the ajar door toward the bed, still stirring something in the bowl like he had all the time in the world.

Ryneth felt his face heat from being caught staring, but he couldn’t look away. Not when Daven’s biceps flexed with the motion, his eyes still locked on him.

The corner of Daven’s mouth curled into an amused smirk. “Good morning, aethera. Were you enjoying the view?”

Ryneth swallowed thickly. He wondered if Daven could see his erection through the silk. “You woke me,” he snapped. “You’re moving around like an elephant.”

Daven tipped his head back and laughed. “Am I now? Wait and see what I’ve got for you.” He held up the pan and coated it with butter. “Wanna have a taste, baby? Crawl over here and maybe I’ll let you.”

Ryneth’s mouth went dry. His cock jerked in his sleeping pants.

“You wish,” he snapped, the answer coming out with more bite than he intended.

But the words didn’t stop the thought once it hit.

What if he did? What if he went out there, dropped to his knees, and gave Daven exactly what he wanted just to see the look on his face?

His stomach tightened, and then he was sliding out of bed.

The first cool touch of tile against his knees made his stomach drop. Not because he didn’t know what he was doing, but because he did.

He wanted this. Wanted to crawl to Daven. Wanted to please him. Wanted to earn the fucking pancake.