Connor sighed heavily. “What are we going to do with the damn mouse?”
“Let it go? See if Janey next door will watch it?”
“I’m not sending a wild mouse to Janey. We’re going to have to let it go. He’s going to be so mad.” Connor chuckled. “Well, let him be mad at me. I’ll take this one.”
“They’re old enough to have a dog. When we get home, maybe we should get them a puppy.” Boys needed dogs.
Connor hummed. “Perfect. Maybe two. You’re really not going back to sleep are you?”
“I don’t know. Probably not. You never know with me.” He kissed Connor’s chin.
“You want a blowjob?” By Connor’s tone, he should have guessed that was coming. “I might know how to do one of those.”
“You might, huh?” He cracked up, because his husband, as stressful as life was, did make him laugh. “I might be addicted to your mouth.”
“I think?” Connor rolled them so he was on his back. “Can I try? I wanna try.” A hot tongue that knew damn well what it was doing tasted a nipple, then lapped at his sternum. “Could be fun.”
“You’re a bad man.” But his prick started paying attention, didn’t it? Hell yes it did.
“You’re my stunningly hot husband.” Connor wiggled his PJ’s down just enough that he could feel the cool air on his prick.
“Yes, sir. All yours.” His eyelids went heavy, and he spread for Connor.
“Mmm. That’s my man.” Connor started slow, letting him slide past those hungry lips and then pop back out again, fingers tugging and stroking his balls. Little things that demanded his attention.
It was so easy to let himself relax, let himself feel every second of Connor’s focus. He braced himself on the mattress, his bent legs cradling Connor.
“Mmm.” Connor hummed around him, then took his cock in deep and did it again, making his toes curl. “Love your cock,” Connor said when he pulled up again, and followed that by tracing the line through the tip with his tongue. “Taste so good.”
His answer was a whimper and a soft, needy shiver. He never had been able to refuse Connor anything. Ever.
Connor didn’t say anything more, just repeated that move again and again, humming, driving his tongue around the head and taking him in deep like his only purpose was to drive Early out of his mind.
He pushed up onto his elbows, needing to see this, to watch that dark head bob. His husband was focused and enjoying himself, which only made the whole thing hotter. Every so often Connor would let him go to nuzzle his balls or stroke the sensitive skin behind them, throwing off the rhythm and distracting him again.
“Love you,” he groaned, his eyes rolling. “Love you so goddamn much.”
Connor hummed in response, then swallowed around his prick, over and over.
“Oh fuck. Gonna…” The threat was too late, because it was all over but the crying.
Connor brought him down easy with lots of soft sounds and gentle touches, finally climbing back up to kiss him and share his pillow. “My cowboy. So fucking pretty.”
“Yours.” He curled in, soaking up Connor’s heat. “Hold me, please?”
“You know it.” Connor’s solid arms went around him and held on. “I’m right here. You’re going to be okay.”
“I am. He’s in a better place. He’s home and in his right mind.” And he had faith in that. He had to.
“Try to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day—the drive, the kids, the grandparents…”
“Mmhmm. After school.” He nuzzled closer, sinking into the sound of Connor’s heartbeat. “Love you. Gonna make it.”
“We got this far. Odds are pretty damn good, honey.” Connor’s breathing was sure and even, his heartbeat strong and reassuring.
He kissed Connor’s jaw and then dissolved, sinking into sleep.
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