Look at him, sprawled across the bed; those gloriously tempting dimples in the small of his back just made for my tongue…
"I wish you'd wear pyjamas to bed."
Tim twisted to face me, looking, well, slightly put out.
"Something wrong?" he demanded, before scurrying out the far side – awkward bugger- and wrenching open bottom drawer for those items kept on hand for when parents and siblings stop over.
"Happy now, M'lord?!"
"Yes."
I reached out, hooking thumbs in the waistband and doffing them to his knees in a move I just love.
"Nothing like undressing a naughty boy first thing."
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