A short time later, they ate their dessert, sitting on the couch in front of the TV, a baseball game playing on the screen. Logan fell asleep, his empty glass in hand. He was only vaguely aware of someone gently removing it.
“Up you come, my lover,” Blaze said.
Logan felt a hand at his back helping him to rise. Blaze’s arm slipped around his waist so he could reach the bedroom on his feet. Logan sprawled fully clothed on top of the covers and was asleep so fast it was like someone had flipped a switch.
The night birds sang in the deep, dark, mysterious night. Thunder roared in the distance.
He was naked, his long hair out of its braid and spread across his shoulders. Someone or something nuzzled his neck and stroked up his inner thighs to caress his sac and play with his ass. Waves of
