Be My Good Boy
He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, dragging his black tank top up with it for a moment, revealing a flash of pale, toned stomach and the shadow of hair trailing into his low-slung jeans.
He tossed the hoodie onto Adrian’s white sofa. It looked like a coal smudge on a wedding dress.
"Your move, Master," Kai said, his voice dropping into a raspy challenge.
Adrian pointed toward the hallway. "The bathroom is the second door on the left. Towels are in the warmed rack. Don't use the blue ones. Those are for guests."
"And what am I?" Kai asked, sliding off the counter and walking toward the hall. "A project? A pet? Or just a way for you to feel like you're finally winning something?"
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