I couldn’t not smile when Arlo slept like that. He always looked like someone had dumped him down on the bed, limbs everywhere. Hair everywhere. And no matter what, it was always easy to snuggle up with him. I’d scoot over and his arm would come down around my body, pulling me as close as possible. And he did that in his sleep. Even when he was asleep, he loved me.

“Arlo,” I whispered in his ear. It twitched a little, making it very clear he was awake. Barely anyways. “We have to get up.”

He turned around, slapping his arm around me and pulled me close. “No,” he groaned and buried his face in my hair.

“Yeah, we have stuff to do. Work to do. Money to earn.”

“I have love to give. Beer to drink. Sleep to catch.” He was teasing. He was always so cute in the mornings.

“And I have to take a shower.”

“Nah, stay.” He clenched his arms around me, not giving me any choice but to stay. It wasn’t a hard choice to make. “I want you.”

“You always do,” I chuckled and met his searching and hungry lips. Also, why I had woken him up way earlier than when we needed to get up. “And I want you.”

“Yeah,” he breathed and moved in a way that again left me with little choice. He was between my legs before I knew it, kissing my throat.

He grabbed my leg and put it up on his shoulder, kissing my knee.

“Arlo,” I murmured.

He stopped and met my gaze, looking at me with one big question. Almost fearful.

I smiled just to reassure him. “Come back down here. I want you close.”

His entire face broke into a smile. I loved it when it did that. His face would become a map of lines and I loved it.

I groaned loudly as his fingers found their way to where I wanted them. My back arched as he hit my spot.

He always moved his body with his hand when he did this. He got almost lost in it every time. And honestly, I did too. Sometimes Arlo wouldn’t even move on. He’d just do this until I came and then he’d be satisfied. He didn’t even ask me to return the favour. I mean, I usually would but it was nice to know there was no pressure. He was very content doing this for me. I think it turned him on too.

He pulled his fingers out and kissed me. “You ready?” he whispered.

This was one of the mornings where he definitely wanted to move on. He was breathing real hard too, very loudly. Maybe he’d make those growls again. I lived and breathed for those.

There was something about Arlo that was wild. Beastly. He was so embarrassed by it, but I loved it. It made him feel slightly dangerous and that danger was everything. Because that danger protected me.

And I needed protection. Let’s be honest, I was a small guy. I didn’t pack any muscles so it wasn’t like I could just pick people up and throw them away like Arlo could.

He pushed inside of me and I groaned, digging my fingers into his back.

“Fuck!” I couldn’t hold back. “Gods, I’m gonna cum in a minute.”

Arlo almost purred and kissed my cheek. “That was fast.”

“Fuck no, it isn’t. You’ve been at me for the past twenty minutes.”

He chuckled and kissed my cheek again, moving down to my jaw and then to my throat. He wasn’t moving anything else, giving me a chance to calm down a little.

I exhaled loudly and got him to move again. He felt so good all the damn time. Every part of his body was fantastic. All I wanted was to be close to him. Either fuck him or get fucked by him. All the damn time. When I was with a client, I pretended it was Arlo. When anyone else sat in front of me, talking to me, touched me, I pretended it was Arlo. He was my entire world.

He kissed me, his tongue twirling around mine. I fucking loved kissing him.

“You’re so hot,” I groaned against his lips, arching my back, pressing my chest up against his.

That brought out that growl. It started as a rumble all the way from the pit of his stomach and then it built up to his chest before it finally made it to his throat.

His hand shot up to the bedrest and he lifted up, balancing his body with one hand. It also gave me a great opportunity to check out his upper body. He had such a great body. He wasn’t overly muscular, and he had a little bump on his stomach. But his chest was broad as hades and covered in black hairs.

I ran my hands over his chest, and he clenched his eyes shut, jerking his hips harder. He groaned and opened his eyes again, meeting my gaze. He looked so serious. He always did. But there was love in there too. I could see the love and softness in his eyes. I couldn’t in the beginning but now I could. His eyes changed as soon as he looked at me. No less serious, but so full of love.

I cupped his cheek with my palm and that finally made him smile. “You’re so serious, Arlo.”

“No,” he murmured and lowered himself again, his elbows on either side of my head. “You taught me to smile, remember?”

And he was smiling. With pointy teeth and all. He had a pair both on the upper row and the lower row, like a dog.

“Kiss me,” I breathed. I needed him to kiss me again. His mouth had been inactive for too long and he’d bite his lips when he was getting close. Sometimes so hard he’d bleed. I didn’t want that so keeping his mouth occupied was an easy fix. Also one I liked.

I moaned and ran my nails down his back. He groaned back and upped the speed and the intensity. We were getting desperate in trying to get closer. It wasn’t physically possible. His mouth was on mine. He was literally inside of me. But I wanted him so much closer.

“Dion,” he whimpered and pressed really hard at me. He came hard and he growled. It got me every time. I came too, grabbing his ass and getting him as deep in me as possible. His body was shaking with exhaustion and he was covered in sweat. He kissed me and rolled off me. It always smashed him completely.

Which hey, it did everything for my ego. He said I made his legs numb. His head completely empty. I went to the bathroom to clean up and get something so Arlo could get cleaned up too. It was the best after care there was. Also, because I got to kiss his body as he very gently ran his fingers over my horns.

He always smiled when he did that. Touched my horns. He knew I didn’t like it when others did it, but the way he did it was so nice. They were very sensitive, especially the thin skin stretching over the stems of them.

He lowered his lips and kissed them. I whimpered and grabbed his face.

“Sorry,” he murmured and kissed my forehead. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“No, don’t apologise. They’re just so sensitive.”

He kissed my nose and then my lips. “I know. That’s what I like the best about them.”

I grinned at him and kissed him again. He was so cute.