"If that's the top incentive, I think I'll pass," Brian said, pulling open the waistband of Max's dress pants and making quick work of pushing them down to pool around Max's ankles. His underwear weren't far behind, and then framing Max's narrow hips in both hands, Brian steered him toward the bed.
It wasn't the raised altar that his bed had been back in Pittsburgh, but it was huge and somehow both spartan and luxurious. The pillows, comforter and sheets were all the same neutral, dark grey, but were made from an insanely high thread count and a plush, down/synthetic blend. He spent enough time in the thing, it was definitely worth the investment, and he sure as hell hadn't had any complaints.
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Date: 2014-11-12 05:27 am (UTC)It wasn't the raised altar that his bed had been back in Pittsburgh, but it was huge and somehow both spartan and luxurious. The pillows, comforter and sheets were all the same neutral, dark grey, but were made from an insanely high thread count and a plush, down/synthetic blend. He spent enough time in the thing, it was definitely worth the investment, and he sure as hell hadn't had any complaints.