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“Neko, sweetheart, time to get up.”

“Mmm. No, I don’t want to. Can’t make me.”

“We have to make breakfast before you go live. Remember?”

He lifted his head off the pillow and glared at me. Well, he tried. Eyes glazed with sleep, he slow blinked at me several times, before he buried his head underneath the covers.

“You’re a meanie, doing meanie things, so early in the morning. Whatever the day, I can’t remember which one it is today.”

“Well, I’m not the one who scheduled the charity livestream for a Saturday.”

Silence floated between us for a long minute before Neko huffed out a put-upon sigh, flipped onto his back, and jackknifed into a sitting position. All the while, I watched the play of his muscles as he moved. I licked my lips and held myself back from covering his body with my own and devouring him. Barely.

“Are you okay?”

Define, okay? “Fine. Why?”

“Well, your throat rumbled enough it shook the bed and you can’t take your eyes off my naked chest.”

“It’s a nice fucking chest, but I’m focused on your abs… remind me to thank your sister.”

Neko’s ringing laugh made me smile, and his torso shook in a way where I became fascinated.

“Well, since I’m the one who sweats my cute little ass off when we go to a class, shouldn’t I get the credit for putting that look on your face?”

About to agree with his assessment about his ass, we were interrupted when Neko’s cell erupted. He rolled his eyes at the device, then snatched it from his nightstand.

“Yes, I’m up.”

“Up as in showered and ready for breakfast, or are you still in bed with Mr. Hot Pants?”

Unable to contain my laughter, I moved to the edge of the bed and stood, smiling when Neko didn’t answer. I turned to see his eyes tracing my naked back and my ass covered in blue cotton, but it was the pure desire on his face that made my cock swell. Without knowing my exact reason, I turned and watched his eyes widen, all his focus on my hard cock as he licked his lips and let out a low, desperate groan.

“Neko-Ren, do not ignore me.”

I flinched at the sound of his angry best friend.

“But… but, he’s standing on the other side of the bed, most of his skin on display, and right in the center of all that yumminess, his hard, throbbing... Echo?”

Confusion etched on his face as he glanced at the screen. “That bitch hung up on me, not letting me finish my thought. After she woke me up. No, wait, I was awake,” he blinked at me, “why am I awake?”

Heat flared through my body. Again, his focus wasn’t on my face. He directed his entire speech at my dick.

I rounded the bed and lifted him into my arms, biting back a moan when the blanket dropped off, giving me the perfect view of his elegant legs before they wrapped around my waist. With Neko tucked against me, I walked toward the ensuite shower and without setting him down, I turned on the faucet and savored our skin pressed together as the water warmed.

He fought with himself to stay awake, keeping his eyes open although he laid his head on my shoulder with a sigh.

“With the promise of copious amounts of coffee and fluffy eggs after our shower, I’m hoping your brain will kick in and you’ll remember you have a charity live stream in two hours.”

With reluctance, I set him on his feet and reached for our toothbrushes. We made quick work of cleaning our teeth, even rinsing with mouthwash, before he turned to face me, his expression contemplative.

Neko murmured, “You were hard. Was that because of, you know, morning wood?”

“Nope.”

“Was it because you had a sexy dream?”

“Nope.”