Raphael woke to the sounds of the coffee machine, making his morning caffeine hit. But who…?

Right. Thom. He'd been drunk last night and Thom had brought him home.

And Raphael remained fully clothed, so Thom hadn't taken advantage, not even using their occasional fuck buddy status to do so. Instead he'd stayed, probably sleeping on the crappy sofa, and now he was making coffee.

Standing, Raphael saw an almost-empty pint glass of water and a packet of paracetamol. Thom really had taken good care of him. He took some more pills, peed, and went out to the kitchen.

Thom stood in the morning sun coming in from the window, wearing only his boxers. His fine, blonde hair was messy from sleep, and his defined muscles glowed in the light.

Unable to resist, Raphael slid in from behind and tucked his front up against Thom’s back, his own abs and pecs pressing against the squat, muscled man.

Thom smiled back at him and stretched an arm up, wrapping it around Raphael’s head and kissing him. “I definitely earned this. You were in bad shape last night, I taxied us here and figured I'd stay and make sure you were alright.”

“Yeah, I kinda lost track of drinks at some point. Need to do better at that. I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do.” Raphael wrapped his arms around Thom, running his hands over his muscles and then down the front of his boxers, where a clear erection was already showing.

“Ohh… fuck. Happy to take payment in this, you horny bastard.”

“Mm good, because I just feel like fucking you. Don't move any of those beautiful muscles.”

Raphael shot back to the bedroom to grab some lube, then assumed his position again, and dropped Thom’s boxers. He lubed the man's dick and began to jerk him off.

“Oh fuck yes, I love your hands. Fuck.”

Thom reached behind him to grasp Raphael's dick, only to find his hand slapped away.

“Not today. This is all you. A thanks, remember?” Raphael whispered in Thom’s ear, making him shudder.

“Yes master,” Thom grunted back.

“Good boy,” Raphael told him, making Thom’s dick jerk in pleasure. The man really was an excellent sub.

Thom stood still, his dick being jerked faster and harder, his balls being fondled, Raphael's dick rocking slowly in his butt crack.

“Shit Raph, yes, god, I'm gonna cum!”

Raphael squeezed the bottom of Thom’s dick hard, shutting down the orgasm and leaving them both panting.

After a minute, Raphael began again and Thom, desperately trying not to move, as ordered, whimpered with pleasure.

Again when he came close, he said so, and again Raphael refused to let him.

This time, Raphael stopped long enough to lube his own dick, and Thom’s anus.

“Lean over the counter for me,” Raphael commanded, then entered Thom with one hard thrust.

Thom began thrusting back, moaning loudly as Raphael took hold of his dick again.

“That's it, move your ass on my dick. Make me fuck you. Be good enough and I'll let you cum.”

Thom pumped his ass back and forth, crying with pleasure each time Raphael stopped him from cumming.

Until eventually, Raphael leaned close. “This time you're cumming for me, boy. Cum for me and I'll cum inside you, just like you like.”

Thom gasped, “Yes please, oh fuck yes please master.”

“Good boy. Make me happy. Cum for me. Cum… Now!”

Thom reacted to the last command like a switch had been flipped. He cried out, long and deep, his hips bucking as he emptied his load over the kitchen cupboard, crying Raphael's name.

His movements, the hip thrusts and the tightening of his muscles, brought Raphael to the brink.

“Good boy. Now make me cum in you. Make me cum!”

Thom thrust his hips back a few more times and Raphael cried his name and bucked into him hard and fast as he shot his cum.

Together they collapsed to the kitchen floor, holding each other closely.

“Fucking hell. Thom, you are the best boy. And good boys get treats.”

Thom smiled. He knew what that meant.

Raphael kissed him deeply, "Shopping after breakfast. Gonna get my good boy some new things.”

Thom sighed happily and leaned into Raphael. Not every session was kinky; sometimes it was just basic stuff like today's impromptu fuck. But he always got presents if he was good.