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The warmth of his release had Peyton spasming again. He loved feeling the hot rush of Tex’s come fill him, especially after a spanking. He was warm inside and out, and limp from head to toe. His knees buckled again and Tex managed to get them both down to the floor without any injuries.
The two of them often ended up cuddled on the floor after one of their sessions, but Tex knew how to make the floor comfortable. He cradled Peyton, rocking him and cooing to him as if he were bottle feeding a motherless calf.
Climax achieved, Peyton let himself float. He was weightless, bodiless, trusting entirely to Tex to keep him anchored.
“There’s my little cowboy,” Tex said when he finally stirred. “Knew you could take it.”
“Heartless bastard. I won’t be able to shit for a week without thinking about you.”
Tex threw back his head and laughed. “God, I love you, Peyton. Thanks for not giving up on me when I was being a mule-headed fool.”
“Thanks for not giving up on me when I was being a gutless wonder.”
“You’ve got more guts than most people, which I ought to know seeing as I’m intimately acquainted with them.”
Peyton groaned. “That’s awful.” He gave Tex a playful smack on the shoulder, but Tex caught his hand and kissed it, then kissed him.
“Ready for those dishes?”
“Oh, come on. You don’t really expect me to do the dishes after that.”
But of course Tex expected him to do the dishes. When had Tex ever let him get away with not finishing the job? Tonight was no exception, spoon or no spoon.
He climbed to his feet, then reached down to pull Tex to his. Together they walked into the kitchen, where a stack of Happily Ever After was waiting to be washed.
~~The End~~
