[When He Came Back, He'd Changed And Gotten Clean. Sleep Wear So He Could Be Comfortable While Waiting

Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

I’m in the mood to put the dom in domestic.

Yes, I want to completely ruin you with my hands and mouth until you’re shaking and unable to speak more than a few words. I want you to feel like depraved and dirty had never looked or sounded more lovely than when you were moaning for me. I want your spirits high and your energy so low that you are balancing in a blissful state of half-aware consciousness.

But, I also want to have scrubbed the bath and washed the towels prior so that I can help you get cleaned up and maybe run you a bath. I can replace the bedding while you finish washing up or drying off. I want to put on music from the kitchen just loud enough so that you can lay in bed and know exactly where to find me should you need anything - so that you know I’m there for you - and cook a meal that I know you’ll love.

I know it sounds like a lot of effort on my end, but if someone so adorable and precious is going to let me take care of them, how could I not want that?

mmmh can I get smothered in praise and fucked hard, please

He ended up more distracted than that. Perusing the Vox-Folder after saving the latest image there. There were a couple of others there. Ones he'd stolen and ones he'd taken. Cream filled easter bunny. Heh, a painted screen. He was more of an audio man, but he did appreciate those aftermath pictures. And the ones he'd just half-snuck in the day to day that weren't even explicit. Just Vox having down time in his dumb shark pajamas. Or one where he caught Valentino and Vox napping on the couch.

One he managed to catch where Vox had that singular dopey fond smile on his face.

Ended up distracted for a good ten minutes, perusing.

Alright, fine, he'll take five more minutes to unzip and adjust things around until he could take a suggestive picture of his own.

[txt; img] he had fly on his dress pants undone, red boxer-briefs left in place, but he had a significant bulge and he'd arranged so the very tip of his erection, pink, was visible above the waist line against the white shirt he was wearing

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