Key Jin

Though Remy felt the universe had wronged him enough in recent history, he couldn’t exactly risk being seen fighting over a loaf of bread in a supermarket, bare-faced and wearing an oversized hoodie. “Oh, for your domme?” Just dig the knife in, Remy thought with a pained smile on his face. “I shouldn’t eat bread anyway. Just thought I’d treat myself. Never mind.” He didn’t need carbs to treat himself. There was always ice cream.

Key raised his brow, not expecting the kicked puppy bit from the other sub. He looked familiar, very familiar, but he couldn’t quite place him.

“It’s cinnamon raisin bread, how is that a treat?” Key asked, reaching for it and plonking it into the cart. “If you’re going to treat yourself, go to the bakery. You wouldn’t believe the shit they have in this place...” It astonished him, truly - the best he could’ve hoped for on the other side of the bridge was stale hostess snack cakes. Here? There were desserts he couldn’t pronounce, flavors that he’d never even heard of. Rhubarb? What the fuck was rhubarb?

Eli had recognized Key before he reached for the same loaf of bread. Sometimes, it was just fun being taller than other people. “Well, by all means, if you have a coupon,” he teased. “Frankie must reallly love that bread.” It had been quite awhile since he’d played with the pair and of course, he had Lucas now but he couldn’t help but tease. Especially when Key was taking the bread so very seriously.

Key felt himself flush slightly, realizing he was being a bit much over it. “It’s for her breakfast,” he further defended. It was the least he could do for his domme - make sure she had all of her favorite things. “And since she’s mine, she gets what she wants,” he added, reaching again for it and putting it in his cart. “Even if we’re all.... friends.”

His face heated slightly again, remembering the last time the three of them were all together. 

“Make me some amazing noodles and I’ll bow down to you,” Yejun promised with a smirk. He was a sucker for good food. Good food, and teasing his friends. “Soda and your Domme,” he amended with a snort. He liked seeing Key happy and content. It suited him.

“The strip shows are private, thank you very much. If only you could pay enough to see one.” He laughed between bites of his food. “Tonight’s my off night and sometimes I want to see something other than the walls of the casino. Can you blame me?”

Key smirked. “I mean, I wasn’t going to be crass about her out loud...” Though Frankie had absolutely become one of his favorite vices. 

“No thank you we’ve seen enough of each other already,” Key groused. “Not really, no. So are you just going to eat noodles and drink on your off night? Seems like you could think of other shit to do.”

Yejun rolled his eyes as he swallowed. “I didn’t slobber, you punk. And maybe you could do better, but you didn’t, so here we are.” Jun happily acted annoyed, though he was far from it. “The same crap in my food probably gets put in your drink, anyway.”

“Yeah, well, I’m learning.” YouTube was a treasure trove of domestic tips, he’d learned.

“Mm, fuck off. Soda’s my only vice these days.” Though his probation officer was pleased he’d moved in with his domme, he was still subjected to random breath and piss tests. He hadn’t won her over that much. “What are you doing outside of the casino anyway? Don’t you have a strip show or something?”

Frankie’s body ached. For no reason, really, when it was her mind that had been stretched thin that day. She was far from a politician, yet after days of planning, scheming, and trading, it often felt like she was one. While she loved what she did, it was the reward she got at the end of each day that kept her going. The promise of Key’s affection made it all worthwhile. 

When she slumped on her couch at the end of the day, there was no doubt in her mind that Key would be by her side before she could ask for him. Once he was there she reached out and brushed her fingers through his dark mop of hair. It grew longer each day and god, did she love it. “Not the best day,” she sighed in response. It was far from her worst, but that didn’t make her any less weary. 

“Anything?” A smirk grew on her face. “And what if I said I wanted you? Would you indulge me?” She tugged gently at his hair and leaned forward to press a kiss to his temple. 

Key returned her smile, leaning up toward her as she gently tugged his hair. He huffed when she settled for a kiss to his temple, craning his neck so he could press a kiss to her lips instead. “You know I’m all yours,” he said genuinely, sliding his hand slowly up her leg. “You can have me. There’s still about forty minutes ‘til dinner is ready anyway... might as well kill some time.”

Which was fine with Key, honestly. He was able to check off his meticulous shopping list and organize his coupons as he went aisle by aisle without a disturbance in the world.

He was nearly done and laid eyes on the last loaf of Frankie’s preferred bread. He reached up to grab it, surprised when someone else reached for it as well. “This is for my domme and I have a coupon for it,” Key said insistently, brushing the other person off as he pulled the loaf toward his cart.

Frankie coming in and slumping on the couch immediately wasn’t a good sign that her day had been good. Key left the kitchen where dinner was still cooking and immediately knelt down at her side, reaching for her shoes to toss them off. “Bad day?” he asked simply, voice soft as he tried to gauge just how bad it’d been. He was still learning Frankie’s habits, what she liked and disliked after stressful days and make it all disappear.

“I can make it better,” he continued, trying not to seem overly eager as he stayed kneeling at her feet. “Anything you want, Miss...”

Yejun paused, mid-mouthful. “Ooo wan bi?” was what came out, though he was attempting to ask if the person nearest him wanted a bite.

“No... not after you’ve slobbered all over it,” Key replied, though his tone was without any real heat behind it. He smirked, reaching for his drink. “Besides, I could probably make it better. You don’t know what kinda crap gets put in restaurant food these days.”

So even though the facts about the old pieces of junk that Frankie was trying to sell absolutely bored him, the fact that she was there and saying it was more than enough to keep him content. He just stood quietly beside his domme, as if leashed to her side, and he swore he could stay like that forever.

Until, of course, the lights suddenly shut off. Instantly, Key grabbed for Frankie’s hand, as if the darkness might sweep her away from him. “What the fuck’s going on...?” he wondered out loud. Blackouts in Leroy Bay were common. Expected even. But they were in the aristocratic part of the city where electricity never went out, even during storms. He squeezed Frankie’s hand tighter.

“We should probably get out of here...” Key advised, his voice soft as he spoke directly to her. Sure, he was the polite arm-candy submissive for these kind of meetings, but right then he was eager to get them both back home. 

Travis rolled his eyes, biting back laughter. “Oh, am I on a diet? ‘Cos that’s bite sized meal right there. One nibble and you’re done. Honestly, come by tomorrow for lunch. My treat.” 

“So you are a lazy vampire.” Travis nodded to himself, then cackled. “Yeah, it is mandatory, you don’t want to get in trouble with the gay council - the fines are heavy.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Key huffed, snorting at his friend. “I don’t have much going for me, but I have a great ass, thank you. I’ve had many compliments.”

For him to be on the shorter side and be so lean, Key had somehow been blessed with a great ass. It might’ve been his only advantage in life, but he’d take it. 

“Yeah, well - my job is mostly a night time deal. Don’t exactly want to sell dope in the broad light of day. Besides, the hell do you do outside of the gym and posting on Instagram with your boyfriend? Don’t see you out and about doing things.”

Lucas was having a blast. Relaxing didn’t always come naturally to him but he was there with Eli, who always made it easier. He’d laughed that day so much that when Eli and Remy talked about doing something at one of the booths, Lucas said he’d go find some water. He’d finally found a bottle and a bit of shade when he heard Key’s offer. “I just got one for myself, but thanks. I don’t look hot?” He huffed a laugh and tried to look disappointed. “It’s blazing hot today, isn’t it?”

“Mm - you know what I mean,” Key chuckled, moving to sit down next to the other submissive. He cracked open the water for himself and took a drink, sighing at the relief. “Yeah - that’s the only thing about having Pride in June. The Gay Council should’ve moved it to like - October. Or April. When it’s not so fucking hot.”

“Mr. Thailand has had his water like a good boy,” Toy replied, grinning. “The mixed drinks are very good so I’ve had a few. Have you had any? They come in all colors here.” It was hot out, but he was clingy with Key anyway, holding onto his arm. “Do you want me to get you one? You’re wearing all black. You need something bright colored. Rainbow drinks.”

“Nope. And you won’t get me to have one either. One of us is still a felon here and my PO is shitty enough to make me do a piss test tomorrow morning,” Key replied, scowling. He’d gotten lucky a couple of times by avoiding a random after a night of drinking, but his PO was unpleasant enough to make him come in the day after a huge festival.

“You look extremely gay today. I’m very happy for you,” Key teased lightly, happy to let Toy cling onto him despite the heat.