Having that constant presence with him, that warmth carried inside him, was more pleasant than he would have expected. He’d assumed it’d be intrusive; it wasn’t. It was almost comforting, almost like home. But it wasn’t home. No matter how much he enjoyed the sex, or how much time they spent together. No matter how many nights they ended up gasping into each other’s mouths as he rocked into Richard’s tight heat. It was work. The best goddamn work week of his life.
