“I’m moving back in,” Troy declared when his breathing evened out after his orgasm. He kissed Andreas on his stubbled cheek, and then again—because he wanted to and because he could. “I really missed our bed.”
Andreas snorted. “I guess I’ll have to put up with you hogging all the blankets again.”
Grinning, Troy rubbed their noses together. “You will, and you’ll love it.”
“I will,” Andreas said, looking at him steadily, before suddenly hauling him over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
“Hey!”
Ignoring Troy’s indignant squawk, he carried him toward his bedroom.
To their bed.
The End