"Like I said. I want to make sure you're ready for this. Don't want you signing up for something like this without a warning." He said, still grinning slightly.
Morgan had left him alone, needy, and in no way to easily relieve himself. Morgan was cementing the fact that Kit needed him to get off. That he was his.
Morgan didn't come back until morning. Hours of waiting and whining, Morgan had some of the wettest dreams ever that night, and he walked back into the living room with his half hard cock tucked against the leg of his boxers. "Morning, Princess."