Nocturnal Prowling

Written By: LJ

In response to a challenged issued on WL for nighttime talks and as per Dizzy's request.   


Jeremiah lifted the eiderdown and glared at the man wriggling about at the foot of their bed. “What the hell are you doing, Micah?”

“You said your feet were cold and I’m about to take advantage of your discomfort.” Micah let out a long sigh as he settled down, having found the respite he sought.  As hoped for, his partner’s extremities began to cool the inferno still raging in his thoroughly spanked bottom.

Jeremiah smiled and dropped the quilt back in place. “Hmm,” he contentedly murmured. “I’ll have to remember this as it’s much handier than a hot water bottle.”

The End 

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