“That was amazing.” Thorne’s heart seemed ready to burst from his chest.

A few moments later, Dash rose up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Thorne winced when Dash pulled out. Damn, he was going to be sore.

Dash released his hands and rubbed his wrists. They were going to be sore too and maybe bruised, but he didn’t care. “Are you okay?”

Thorne had never been better, never thought he’d feel this good again. Dash, Riley, it didn’t matter. This was the man he belonged with. “Completely. For the first time in months.”

Riley tugged on his arm. “Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Thorne wasn’t sure he could stand, but with Riley’s help he got to his feet, steadying himself on the back of the couch.

Riley wrapped an arm around his waist. “Lean on me.”

Thorne did. When they reached the bathroom, Riley let go of Thorne, and he sank down to the fluffy white carpet in front of the sink.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Riley asked, handing him a glass of water.

Thorne took a few sips before answering. His head spun, but he knew that would pass. “I’m fine. Really. I love how intensely you fuck me.”

Riley grinned. “Good. Let’s take a cool shower so you won’t overheat.”

Thorne nodded.

Riley managed to get him cleaned and dried and in bed, and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other. At some point Thorne woke to Riley kissing his way down his chest. “I need more,” Riley said.

“Yes. More. Never gonna get enough of you,” he murmured.

***

Hours later, Thorne woke to weak winter sun poking its way through the window. He stretched and rubbed his eyes.

“Merry Christmas.”

The voice startled him. He turned over to see Riley watching him. He was really there, in bed with Thorne. The night before hadn’t been a dream.

“Merry Christmas.” Thorne’s voice was scratchy.

Riley snuggled against him. “I’ve missed this, waking up next to you. Seeing you all mussed from sleep rather than the polished businessman from the night before.”

“Do I hold my polish while my ass is spread and begging for your cock?”

Riley laughed. “No matter how much you beg, you still want to control things. But like this, you’re all soft, sweet.”

Thorne wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not.

“You ready to get up? We could have tiramisu for breakfast.”

“The same way you had it last night?” Thorne asked.

Riley appeared to consider his options. “Maybe not at first.”

“What happened to getting veggies and fruit in me?”

“It’s Christmas.”

Thorne rolled over. “Do you think Santa left us something?”

“Have you been a good boy?”

Thorne laughed. “No, but if you reach under the covers, I’ve got a present for you.”

Ignoring him, Riley slid from the bed. “Breakfast first.”