04-27-2019, 08:11 PM
(yea sure that'd work! and sorry for my long absence.... was out of town for a few days and then there were crap piling up in office .... back i'm back now!!)
Maurice didn't expect himself to be turned into such horndog. He'd been enough of that during their honeymoon...and had stupidly assumed this infatuation might diminish once they were back from the honeymoon. Seriously, he was a few years older than Nate... he should have more self-control thant his - yet everytime he saw his lovely husband waiting for him to return at night, the lovely and small omega shyly asking about his day... he just couldnt' control himself but to initiate intimate touches, and more times than not it would end up with them making love like there was no tomorrow on this big bed of theirs. And who was Maurice kidding - he enjoyed every single second of it and he was fairly certain this could never grow old...
Maurice had woken up early this morning, as usual, and left his sweet little mate asleep. He had noticed Nate was pretty tired lately, but assumed that was because of their frequent "activity at night". he went ahead to prepare himself for the day, contenting himself with reading the newspaper as he waited for Nate to join him.
Maurice would never admit it but every time he saw Nate in the morning, he was still stunned by how effortlessly attractive he appeared.
Standing up, he came to greet his husband halfway through the dining room. "You aren't feeling well, babe?" he asked with much concern,n feeling Nate's temperature. "stomachache? a cold?" he prompted, reaching down to hold Nate's hand so he could lead him to his chair. "You sure about not eating anything? not even toast?" he offered, pulling his chair towards Nate and sat down close to him.
Maurice didn't expect himself to be turned into such horndog. He'd been enough of that during their honeymoon...and had stupidly assumed this infatuation might diminish once they were back from the honeymoon. Seriously, he was a few years older than Nate... he should have more self-control thant his - yet everytime he saw his lovely husband waiting for him to return at night, the lovely and small omega shyly asking about his day... he just couldnt' control himself but to initiate intimate touches, and more times than not it would end up with them making love like there was no tomorrow on this big bed of theirs. And who was Maurice kidding - he enjoyed every single second of it and he was fairly certain this could never grow old...
Maurice had woken up early this morning, as usual, and left his sweet little mate asleep. He had noticed Nate was pretty tired lately, but assumed that was because of their frequent "activity at night". he went ahead to prepare himself for the day, contenting himself with reading the newspaper as he waited for Nate to join him.
Maurice would never admit it but every time he saw Nate in the morning, he was still stunned by how effortlessly attractive he appeared.
Standing up, he came to greet his husband halfway through the dining room. "You aren't feeling well, babe?" he asked with much concern,n feeling Nate's temperature. "stomachache? a cold?" he prompted, reaching down to hold Nate's hand so he could lead him to his chair. "You sure about not eating anything? not even toast?" he offered, pulling his chair towards Nate and sat down close to him.