#dr33

At least Max had gotten better at texting over time, becoming more eloquent than his previous one worded replies and overuse of GIFs over the time they had been together. Daniel smiled whenever he saw a text of Max, even on days where it was Max who was at home, and Daniel out for lunch with some business people discussing the new Enchanté launch

'bored :(( cats might eat me before you come home :/' The first text arrived when Daniel had barely been away from home for an hour. He chuckled, excusing himself to the table as he quickly replied.

'miss you too. will try to be home VERY soon. x' he promised, hoping it was true.

'then we can continue what we started this morning !' Max replied almost instantly. Daniel swallowed thickly, not resisting to think about the morning, when Max had been pressed under him, moaning softly as Daniel sucked him off.

'stop it darling, dont wanna get a hard on around these people' Daniel typed swiftly, before placing his phone back on the table. It was barely 5 minutes before his phone buzzed again. Luckily, it was right as everyone was distracted by their food arriving, so Daniel could sneak another look.

He promptly proceeded to almost drop his phone when he saw what Max had sent him.

It was a selfie, of the Dutchman sprawled out on their bed, chest bare and hand suggestively pushed down his boxers. His full lips were pressed into a small pout, just begging Dan to kiss hem.

'fuck baby, little warning next time. you look gorgeous x' Daniel replied, hoping it would settle Max. But another photo soon arrived, Max's fingers in his mouth this time, sucking languidly as the new angle showed off the bruise Dan had sucked on one of those delicious pecs this morning.

'if I have to wait too long, i might not let you join me anymore.' Max wrote right after. Daniel groaned, standing up and apologising profusely to the people at his table, before legging it out the restaurant while sending Max another text:

'oh my god stop being a brat i’m on my way'