seashells woven in your hair

you knew that rhett didn’t care what you wore, he could watch you flounce around the house in sweat pants, a baggy shirt, and no bra and still find you wildly sexy. he never requested lingerie, he was perfectly content with your cotton panties and simple bras. however, you wanted to do something extra special for his birthday, so you’d bought a gorgeous blue lingerie set to model for him. the color reminded you of his eyes, which was what originally prompted you to snatch it off the store rack in the first place.

now you admired the set in the mirror, hands smoothing over the satin fabric. you felt hot. satisfied with your outfit, you finally turned on your heel and sauntered out of the bedroom. you found rhett on the couch, his ever fidgeting hands picking at the label of his post dinner bottle of beer. when he heard your footsteps, he perfect up, gaze falling upon you.

then his jaw went slack, eyes moving down your figure, as if memorizing every inch. when you innocently asked “what do you think?” he couldn’t find the words on his tongue to even utter a reply. his speechlessness was made all the worse when you approached him, holding eye contact as you sank down into his lap. “what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”

“fuck, you’re…you’re unbelievable,” he gasped. when you kissed, it was messy, salacious. tongues delving into each other’s mouths, wet and sloppy. his hands explored, traveling over the satin of your lingerie. when your hips shifted against his lap, you felt him, already hard against the fabric of your panties. truth was, he’d been hard since you whispered in his ear that you had a surprise.

“wanted to make you feel extra special, birthday boy,” you cooed. your hands skimmed down his chest, over his abdomen, heading for his belt. when you slid off his lap to kneel between those strong legs of his, he groaned low in his throat. you knew how much he loved when you sucked him off. though he never demanded it, it was one of his favorite things. now he got to watch you, kneeling in a gorgeous lingerie set, ready to take him in your mouth.

touch deliberate, you ran your palm over his cock, still in the confines of his jeans. thick and insistent, it twitched beneath your hand, and it sent a jolt of molten desire between your thighs. “you’re so hard. bet it hurts so bad.” the way you looked up at him, through your lashes, took his breath away. “don’t worry. i’ll make it feel better.”

“shit,” he groaned, as you unbuckled his belt. “y’can’t say stuff like that.”

“why? afraid you won’t be able to last?” you teased. then you pulled the zipper of his jeans down, and he moaned low in his throat.

“s’exactly what i’m afraid of.”

“guess we should put that to the test, huh baby?” you kitten licked his cock through his boxers, before you patted his thigh in a silent motion for him to lift his hips so you could get his jeans down. he complied immediately, shifting to allow you to pull the denim aside. then came his boxers, and soon, his cock, heavy and hard, sprang free. your mouth watered at the sight.

your nails lightly scratched at his thighs as you leaned in close, holding eye contact with him as your tongue darted out to swirl around the glistening tip of his cock. then, your lips wrapped around it, suckling softly before the pressure grew more deliberate. rhett swore under his breath, fighting the urge to thrust upward.

this was your favorite part. just teasing him, suckling at his pretty pink tip until he was squirming underneath you. you knew he wanted to grip the back of your head and shove you down fully onto his cock, but he always exercised self-control and let you go at your own pace, unless of course you gave him the green light to use your mouth as he please. tonight, you planned to treat him to the latter.

as you released his dick with a soft pop, you rested your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him with the softest, most innocent eyes you could muster. “want you to fuck my face.”

his lashes fluttered, mouth parting. “really?”

“really. my mouth’s all yours to use. so go right ahead.” at that, your lips parted, tongue lolling out, awaiting his next move.

“you pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, y’hear?” he cautioned.

rhett also finds board games from miles' childhood. scrabble, yahtzee. he manages to get his hands on some of the original games, with the packaging in mint condition. the very same editions that miles' nana had in her game cupboard back home. he and rhett play hours of those games. miles finds that they're very calming for his mind, and it gives his hands something to do.

miles also speaks of a little purple hippopotamus plushy he had as a boy. its name was "hip". it's not something he asks rhett to find, but the cowboy looks for it anyway. he doesn't find an identical hippo plush, but he does find one that's similar, and he bashfully presents it to miles. rhett's heart swells with love and fondness as he watches miles hug that little hippo to his chest, tears in his eyes, as he whispers "thank you, thank you, thank you." that hippo becomes a permanent fixture in their lives. even after they move into their home together, miles always places hip on their bed when he makes it each morning. he finds great comfort in that little stuffed animal.

rhett gets his hands on some boxed sets of miles' favorite tv shows. the andy griffith show, lost in space, get smart. they watch countless episodes of those shows together while miles is healing. even long after he's recovered, his favorite thing to do on lazy sunday mornings is to cuddle up in bed with rhett and watch those shows. at that point, after all they have been through, miles no longer needs any comforts of home, because his home is now this strong, unwavering cowboy who holds him in his arms and loves him with all his heart.

edit: I FORGOT TO ADD THE THING MILES INTRODUCED HIM TO AHHHH!!!

as for this one, miles introduced rhett to cockwarming. it’s something rhett never thought he’d be into, but there are times when miles craves that closeness, that connection, without the pressure of chasing a crescendo. because miles wanted to do it, rhett was willing to give it a try that first time. he doesn’t expect to like it as much as he does. miles in his lap, rhett’s cock buried deep inside him, chests pressed together, breathing in sync. it’s so relaxing, rhett finds. it quiets his mind and allows him to bond with his lover in such an intimate way.

“s’okay if you decide you don’t like it, i won’t be upset,” miles tells him.

but rhett merely kisses miles as he murmurs against his mouth, “no, no, i…i actually really like this. it’s nice.”

it makes miles’ heart sing.

miles remembers every significant date, without fail. and rhett's birthday is no exception. miles always makes sure rhett feels extra special on that day. rhett once told miles that his favorite dessert is apple pie, which his mom would always make on his birthday, but hasn't in the last few years. well, rhett isn't going to have another apple pie-less birthday ever again, not as long as miles can help it! miles bakes rhett that pie and uses the scraps of trimmed dough to write happy birthday! on the top. he even makes vanilla bean ice cream to go on top, and most definitely cooks rhett his favorite dinner.

rhett is in awe that miles would go to so much trouble just for him. a soft, gravelly "thank you" is all he can utter, because if he speaks any louder he knows he will cry. the weather is usually always nice during rhett's birthday, so they sit outside and enjoy their dinner and dessert on the deck, usually with miles cuddled up in rhett's lap. and when it comes to gifts, miles either makes him something, or gets him something he's been wanting. after miles begins making a steady income with selling quilts and running a booth at the farmer's market, he's definitely able to buy more elaborate gifts.