"Not since you were buried inside me last." Adonis said lightly, nipping slightly at College's neck, glancing around the clean dorm room and feeling rather proud of himself. He could cook, clean for his lover and a part of him, the part that liked to serve and be owned, definitely enjoyed it. The hand on College's stomach was about to slide down when he heard the knock on the door and the demanding voice and Adonis grinned. "I'll get it."
Hopping up from the bed, he ran a hand through mussed hair and realized he probably looked thoroughly debauched; teeth and nail marks littering his lithe frame, button of his low-slung jeans undone but that hardly mattered. In his mind, Adonis always looked best during and after sex anyway and it was with a wide smile that he opened the door, his eyes trailing briefly, appreciatively down Paparazzi's body. "Love the shoes." He said lightly, stepping back from the door to let her in, closing it behind her. "And you come bearing coffee!" He nodded in College's direction. "The way to his immoral little heart, coffee is." Adonis couldn't help but smirk. "Among other things."