The kiss was unexpected, and unexpectedly dominant, coming from a slave. Morgan moaned and let his hands explore, skimming over Dean's trim waist and cupping his ass.
"This..." he gasped out, the moment he had a chance. "S'still not the bedroom."
He angled himself out from against the wall, pulling at some loose piece of Dean's clothing, until they were somehow both moving down the hall. Morgan pushed the door of his bedroom open, and pulled them both inside. Luckily, his room was tidy, although the sheets on his immense bed were still rumpled from the previous night's sleep.