For the Malak-roommate au I’m imagining if Malak works as a wood worker or construction worker will come home absolutely exhausted
cut to Adrastus having dinner ready and thralling him as he eats and leads him to a warm bath. It’s violatingly gentle, and Malak will not remember it in the morning, but in the moment his battered overworked body will sink into Ad’s arms
(Also it’ll be so so strange to hear Malak speak confidently with little to no stutters—as from what I’ve gathered the stuttering stems from long term enthrallment, correct me if I’m wrong though)
WOHEO Masterlist
Chilly and sniveling in the silent, night air, Malak pulled out his keys with clammy fingers, clamoring to turn the lock as soon as possible. The knob was cold to the touch, freezing up his clammy fingers as he stepped inside, hit with a wave of warmth. “‘M home!”
He could’ve melted into a puddle of bliss as soon as he walked in. After hours upon hours of hard work and labour, finally coming home to his cozy, shared apartment was a blissful feeling. He was so immensely tired he could have keeled over into sleep right then and there. Overwhelming the sickness soon coming over him, radiating heat seeped into his skin.
Though, it seemed he was hit with something along with the heat, something flavorful and vibrant to his nose.
And maybe-
Maybe something else… something that made his head just a little fuzzy… maybe he was just tired…
“In the kitchen, dear!” Adrastus called back - always with the pet names, no matter if he was older or not - leading him along with their voice as he ignored any urge to put down his things or rid his feet of wet boots, mind overcome with a hunger that rumbled up a moan from his belly.
The countertop, along with a table fit for the two of them, were lined with plates and platters of the most delicious looking dishes Malak had ever laid eyes on, drool slipping over his lip as he took it all in.
“Well hello there, my darling.” Adrastus swiped the oven mitts from their delicate, slender hands, a perfectly pink apron tied around their midsection. They strode with confidence, taking him by the cheeks. “I made this all for you. Feel free to dig in, please, honey.”
Jaw falling slack, their touch had his jaw going slack with a pleasurable numbness, slurring out, “All… for me?”
Trailing their fingers tenderly down his arms, they took his hands in theirs and guided him to a seat, taking all the time his heavy, weighted feet needed to get moving. They pulled out a chair and gestured for him to sit. “Yes, of course.” As he sat, slumping into his seat, they rolled their palms over his shoulders. “Feel free to get cozy now, okay, baby? Nice and warm and drowsy and cozy.”
Sighing out a breath of air he sunk into his chair, sipping in a smell of all the food that sat before him, a smile strung over his lips. “Mmm….”
“Dig in.”
Tummy groaning out once again, Malak looked for silverware, yet couldn’t seem to locate any. A hand snuck into his curls, scattering his thoughts in an instant, prompting him to simply cut through what looked to be a pan of sticky macaroni and cheese with his hands. Adrastus giggled at that, and a giddy blush crept onto his face.
“Do you like it?” They whispered, breath blossoming over his ear as did a liveliness in his tastebuds. Vigorously Malak nodded, spooning handfuls of whatever was in reach into his mouth. “Don’t go and choke now, baby.”
Shoveling more between his teeth, he lazily gave them a nod. “‘Course not… uh… um…,” their name - or… title - was on the tip of his tongue, it always was when he got home and everything was all light and bubbly, yet he couldn’t seem to unblock the thought.
“Master.” They supplied, helping Malak like they always did, and his smile widened into a toothy, dopey grin.
“Master…” he mumbled around chunks of food, delicious flavors bouncing up and over his tongue, so many so good he couldn’t name them all with his brain running so slow. That seemed right though, in a way.
“Oh, you cutie pie.” His master cooed, pinching his cheeks and planting a peck to his forehead. “Aren’t you just a little mess now? Eating with your hands like a little baby. Maybe it’s time for a bath.”
Lighting up, Malak’s expression brightened impossibly further. “Batthhh…?”
“Yes, darling, a bath, I just know you love those.” Hoisting him up with minimal effort - an action that seemed strange for a flicker of a second before it was brushed away by the cloudiness of his mind - Malak’s master carried him out and into the bathroom.
“You just sit here and watch the tub for me, okay?” They instructed, plopping him to the floor beside the tub.
His attention was quickly caught by the run of the water. “Yes… masterrr…”
It seemed almost like hours that the water trickled from the spout before it was full, but if Malak was all there he would’ve recognized it only being minutes.
“Alright, you climb right on in, it should be nice and comfortable for you.”
He did as told, crawling into the bath, letting free a pleasant shudder at the magical temperature that coated his flesh.
Their hands suck their way into his locks, frizzy and unkempt, caressing around the heavenly scritches and scratches of their nails. “Mmm…” sinking into their hold, Malak’s eyes fluttered quick to a close, nearly asleep.
“Sweet and sleepy, are you baby? It’s alright, master will keep you nice and safe while you doze. Sweet, sleepy, and docile you are. Sweet, sleepy… and docile.”
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