Mitchell paused at a door. "You can take this room while you're here."
Since they were the only ones in the apartment, Dean allowed himself to step in close to Mitchell. "Where's your room?"
A sly smile played on Mitchell's lips. "Right next door."
"How convenient is that?" Dean moved in another couple of inches. He couldn't publically offer the same support that Brent and Keegan had received from their mates. Now that they were alone, however, Dean hoped to give Mitchell at least a small measure of comfort. It was the least he could do and if they both ended up enjoying said comfort, all the better.
Mitchell reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Dean's pants. "I figured after being so far apart from each other for so long, we deserved a reprieve."
"Won't your family notice?" Dean allowed Mitchell to tug him so their chests were flush together.
"Not unless you get carried away and scream in pleasure while I'm fucking you." Mitchell's eyes glinted with wicked intent.
Dean's knees almost gave out from under him. How he loved when Mitchell looked at him that way, as if starved and Dean were the main course of a fine meal. "You could always gag me," he replied, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Hmm...that does sound interesting. You would look so hot all bound up, gagged and at my mercy." Mitchell ran the tip of his tongue along Dean's jaw.
Dean shuddered in passion. "When is everyone coming home?"
"Not for a while, yet. Cassie and Jacyn are getting ready to leave, while Carson and Keegan are still tracking down leads." Mitchell started to do that whole full-body-rub thing again. It was something all felines instinctively did when they were aroused.
It never failed to set Dean off, too. "So does that mean you can show me where my bed is?" Dean asked breathlessly as he thrust against Mitchell.
Mitchell answered him by opening the door and pulling Dean in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, they both started to tear at each other's clothes.
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