Page 27 of The Hummingbird’s Gift

“I couldn’t just hear it, though,” he continued. “I had to see Declan living it, and maybe have him harass me about it a hundred thousand times. But… that was the hummingbird’s gift. I just… Wow. I have to call him. He’s going to love this.” Ro started to stand.

Tier placed his lean hand over Ro’s broader one, linking their fingers together. He gave a small tug, but it was enough for Ro to sit back down. “Slow down, sweetheart. I want to meet Declan properly. And May. But today I want you all to myself.”

Ro’s face warmed again. Would he ever stop blushing around Tier? “Of course. I want that too. If you don’t stop me, I’ll probably follow you around all the time.”

Ro looked at the table, which was putting too much space between them. He’d finished eating, but Tier had only started his omelet.

Tier must have followed Ro’s eyes, because he gave another tug on his hand. “Come here. You’re too far away.”

Ro stood, as instructed, but he wasn’t quite sure where to go. He definitely couldn’t sit on Tier’s lap in the wooden kitchen chairs.

Tier patted his thigh. “Put your head right here.”

Ro slowly knelt on the ground, feeling Tier’s eyes on him. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but… he kind of liked that about it. He rested his head on Tier’s knee and felt fingers stroking through his hair.

While Tier finished eating, Ro felt his mind growing calm. Somehow, he was pleasing Tier just by being there, and that was all that he needed to think about.

He was almost surprised when Tier’s fingers changed from gently caressing him to a nudge at his shoulder.

“Ro, love? How are you doing? Are your knees sore?”

Once Tier said it, he noticed that they were. “They are, but I don’t mind.” He probably would in another hour or so, but he thought it hadn’t even been ten minutes.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tier chuckled darkly.

The idea sent a thrill through Ro’s cock, tenting his thin pajama pants.

“Come here.” Tier pushed his chair back from the table, then guided Ro around to kneel between his legs.

Ro reached eagerly for Tier’s zipper, but Tier pushed his hands aside.

“Don’t be greedy, boy. I’ll let you know what to do.”

“Sorry.” Ro folded his hands behind his back. He hoped he was doing this right.

Tier guided his head down, nestling it into the seam of his pants. Ro took a deep breath. He smelled heavenly. “How much do you know about kink?” Tier asked.

“Not a lot. Mostly from the internet. I, um, looked up a bunch of things after I, uh, found a card under your desk. About a kink party? I was going to give it to you, but then I wasn’t sure if it was yours…”

Tier pulled his head up suddenly, fingers tight on his neck. “You’re not doing this just because it’s what I want, are you?”

Ro shook his head emphatically. “Definitely not. This is… kind of a dream. Everything’s been perfect so far. Can I…?” He looked meaningfully at the alluring space where he’d been resting.

Tier guided his head back again. Maybe he could spend all day here.

“You know, if that’s the card I’m thinking of, I never went to that party.”

“So it was yours?”

“It was. But I couldn’t bring myself to go when there was this sweet, shy man who kept bringing me food. That was the first week you started visiting me every day, and I couldn’t focus on anyone else.”

“Wow,” Ro breathed. He was finally beginning to believe all of this.

“But just because I’m into this, doesn’t mean you have to do any of it. I realized I might have been a little rough with you last night.”

“No.” Ro breathed in again, pulling Tier’s scent deep into his lungs. “Just the right amount.”

Tier stroked his jaw gently. “There are so many filthy things I want to do with you.”