Nathan sighed a note of contentment. “Missed you too.”
Fury kissed Nathan’s cheek, pausing to let go of a shaky sigh when Nathan sucked Fury’s cum off one finger. “Hungry?” Fury asked, grit and rasp.
Nathan hummed. “Not as much as I was.”
Fury gave Nathan a long stare, and now Nathan could recognize the intensity in Fury’s eyes as affection. Fury zipped up, got the sack of food, and took it to the kitchen. Nathan straightened himself out too, and together they washed up and got plates, drinks, and forks. It was crazy-amazing, this sexually domestic life he was leading.
“How’d training go?” Nathan asked, sitting across from Fury and helping himself to a burrito.
“Okay. Got one more match and then the final rounds begin.”