Page 17 of Primal Bonds 1

Toying with the end of the long sleeves, the boy said softly, “They didn’t fit. They kept falling off.”

Right. Of course, that was to be expected. The boy was slender in frame and short compared to him. He looked to be around five foot five while Adam himself was six foot two, a tall man compared to most. But what about the sleep pants last night? Had the boy been clutching on to the waistband when he was moving about so it wouldn’t fall? How inconvenient.

“Underwear?” He couldn’t help asking, although he knew what the answer was. Fuck, why did it feel so fucking erotic at the thought of Shiro wearing his shirt yet was completely bare underneath?

Cheeks crimson, the boy said, “I don’t want to dirty them.”

Beside the fact that his underwear wouldn’t have fit the boy anyway, but…

Adam sighed.

“Sorry,” Shiro said. “I’ll go and take this off now.”

What the fuck was the boy going on about?

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I’ve dirtied your shirt and I shouldn’t have,” he said. “It looks very expensive.”

“And what, you’ll go around the apartment naked?”

But of course, that wasn’t a bad idea.

Oh, fuck! Adam was so fucked up. He had been straight all his life, and the moment he took in a foxkinyouth, he wanted to see the boy walking around his apartment naked.

Shiro shook his head. “No, I’ll just wear my own clothes.”

“I’ve already thrown them out.” He lied, of course. Those were still in the laundry basket in the bathroom. “They were filthy and would only contaminate the apartment.”

Shiro widened his eyes and then nodded. “You’re right.”

He nudged one plate across the countertop and said, “Come on then, let’s have some breakfast.” He watched as Shiro took a seat on one of the bar stools, having no doubt that bare backside was brushing intimately against the cool cushion of the seat.

Fucking lucky cushion.

Shit!He had only met and known the boy for one day and he already wanted to fuck the boy. Was he that sexually frustrated? Although that had seemed to ease this morning, it was back again, full-fledged.

He sighed as he picked up his mug of coffee.

“Sorry.” Shiro’s voice came his way. “I promise to leave after breakfast.”

Adam raised his gaze to the boy. There it was, thatsorryagain.

He said, “Stop apologizing when you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowned. “In fact, don’t even apologize if you did do something wrong. If you feel you did the right thing, stand firm on your ground, Shiro. And what? Are you planning on walking around outside butt naked and wearing only that shirt of mine? Didn’t I tellyou yesterday a doctor friend is coming to check up on you tonight?”

Shiro looked, as expected, stunned at his blunt words.

“I…” the boy started.

“Eat your breakfast,” Adam said. “I have work to get to. If I return and you’re not around, I’ll be hunting you down. I’m not about to let a vulnerable foxkin youth with bruises and scratches on his body walk around on the street without proper clothing on. You’ll be caught by the cops and put back into the institute in no time. Once you’re well again, you can do whatever you wish. I won’t stop you.”

Shiro mutely nodded his head.

“Eat,” he said and then started with his own meal.

Shiro picked up his knife and fork, too, and began to eat.

Once Adam finished his breakfast ten minutes later, he left the room. When he returned, he had his suit jacket on, along with a white scarf over his shoulders and a briefcase in his hand. Shiro was staring at him, his eyes wide, and Adam knew he was a sight to behold for sure. So Shiro liked his looks, eh?