The kiss was better. Gay sex “And I’m never going to let you go!”Breakfast was fed to me interspersed with kisses, teasing and a lot of love. Your arms must be pretty numb. “It’s taken me years to get you to share my life, a home with me, and a bed … If I release you, what guarantee do I have you won’t do a runner while free?”“None, I guess … you could trust me.” Kissing his hand, I laughed, “Or I could voluntarily let you lock a hobble chain on my ankles as a token I won’t try to run away from the man who’s taught me more, and shown me more love, in the last three months than I’d have believed possible …”“You …” His hug was firm, and felt good. In fact he emphasised the point by fitting padlocks to every buckle while I laughed. Then dug into the ‘toy’ closet, and handed him the ankle hobble.“Put this on me, love.” I grinned. “I know it can be damned hard work — but today’s been just perfect, I can’t remember when I’ve had so much fun doing very little.”“We’ve had the perfect conditions for it,” I agreed. And do some gentle movements. “How about you?”“Same.” I grinned.
