It felt so natural, to press up against Simon, to feel the slave's body melding against his own. Even it it was entirely innocent, which it was quickly turning out not to be, it felt right. Morgan felt shivers run down his spine, as their eyes met, and his hand came up to brush over Simon's jaw.
"It's your home too," he said, his voice coming out more breathy than he had planned. He licked his lips, and in a moment of weakness, pressed his lips to Simon's.