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Rich boyfriend insists on getting you a propely fitted and styled suit, partly to wear to an auction, mostly because he wants to see your eyes light up when the gender euphoria hits.
You really should have known this was going to happen eventually, this was Sylus after all. The man who liked spending money on you, no matter how many times you told him he didn't have to, that you didn't need the brand names, just something good quality that will last. But the man was stubborn as hell and loved to spend. At least he had the funds for this kind of thing, or he'd have gone broke years ago.
You'd been standing around in this fancy boutique for what felt like hours now, getting measured, having samples of coloured fabrics held up to your skin and hair, being made to try on waistcoat after waistcoat, blazer after blazer. Sylus insisted on it, he wasn't letting you walk into this auction in an ill fitting, run of the mill suit. Truthfully, you didn't know much about suits. You were raised in dresses after all, the one basic set of dress pants and a blazer you had was fine, but gave off more... office worker vibes. Not mysterious, rich, N109 zone kingpin like Sylus. He was going to fix that weather or not you agreed.
"Don't give me that look, sweetie. Some paitence will get you far in life" He teased, buttoning up yet another wasitcoat on you.
"Says you" you muttered back, giving him a pout. "My feet hurt, I've been standing here for hours."
"Drama king"
"SAYS YOU!"
He simply chuckles, that annnoying satisfied smrirk tugging at his lips. The man was a professional rage-baiter, and you couldn't help but fall for it every time. His hands are swift, wrapping the black tie around your neck and doing it up in a matter of second. How the hell did he do that? you were still getting the hang of the whole tying ties thing... He adjusts your collar, making sure the tie is tucked under it neatly and brushed his hands down the front of your clothes, smoothing out any hitches and wrinkles. Taking a step back, he looked you up and down and those usually smug and sharp eyes of his softened.
"Perfect" he smiled.
Gentle hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face the mirror.
Oh...
Maybe all the fuss and trying things on over and over was worth it after all. This set fit, properly. For a moment you didn't have words, just a swell of indescribale emotions in your chest. You remebered this feeling. The day you had your first 'boy haircut'. The day you put a binder on the first time and saw the difference in the mirror. The day a stranger called you 'sir' for the first time. The kind of quiet high of joy that lingers in your body for the rest of the day. Looming over you from behind, Sylus' hands gently slid down your shoulders to your forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"See? Paitence pays off" he said.
"...I'm hot" you muttered.
"You're just now noticing that?"
Well now you didn't want to take it off, the dark shades and sharp edges mixed with the smooth fabric and matching acessories pulled everything together into what could be desribed as nothing but 'perfectly masculine'. And it was YOU in that suit. YOU, the perfectly masculine one looking back at you in the mirror. You really did look like husbands in that mirror, in those suits...
"Can we get more like this?" you said, without thinking of the cost or where you'd wear all these suits.
Sylus just chuckled fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Horny thoughts EXTRA: Caleb and Valko using a dual entry fleshlight as punishment.
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For two men who had both agreed—out loud, with words, like adults—to share a relationship with you, Caleb and Valko were doing a spectacular job of acting like they'd never heard the word compromise in their lives.
It had started over breakfast.
Specifically, it had started over the fact that Caleb had taken the last of your coffee without asking and Valko had taken that personally.
"That's not what this is about and you know it," Caleb said, his voice gone quiet, that meant he was past the point of raising it. He stood in the living room with his arms crossed "You've been doing this for months. Every time I'm here you find something. The coffee, the blanket, the remote—"
"She was cold," Valko said. "I gave her the blanket because she was cold. You were sitting right next to her and you didn't notice."
"I noticed."
"You were watching the stupid game."
"I can watch the game and notice she's cold at the same time."
"Clearly not, since I'm the one who got up."
Caleb's eye twitched. Just slightly. "You got up from the other side of the room to bring her a blanket that was sitting six inches from my hand so you could—"
"So I could what, Caleb? Make sure my girlfriend wasn't cold? That's the crime we're prosecuting today?"
"She's my girlfriend too."
"Then act like it."
Caleb uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, and Valko, because Valko had never backed up from anything in his life and wasn't about to start now, also stepped forward to meet him. They ended up in the middle of the living room with their chests almost touching and matching expressions of immovable stubbornness.
"You want to talk about acting like it," Caleb said, very quietly. "Let's talk about last Tuesday."
"I'm gonna need you to be specific."
"You called her ten times, Valko."
"I was checking on her."
"Ten times. In an hour. I was with her. She didn't need to be checked on, she was fine, you just wanted to make sure I knew you were calling"
"This is actually insane," Valko threw one hand up. "You're telling me I'm not allowed to call my girlfriend?"
"Not when I'm with her"
"I'm trying," Valko said, clipped and precise, "to take care of her. Which I realize is a foreign concept to a man whose primary contribution to this relationship is showing up on weekends and looking pretty—"
"I look..." Caleb stopped. A vein in his temple was doing something concerning. "That is not the point—"
"Oh my god, that is enough."
They turned at exactly the same time, the argument dying mid breath, and found you standing in the bedroom doorway. You had your arms crossed, a silk blindfold hanging from each hand, and the expression on your face was one you reserved for occasions when you had reached the outer limit of what you were willing to tolerate.
You looked at Caleb. Then at Valko. Then at the ridiculous amount of physical space they had managed to eliminate between two fully grown men who had, three days ago, been in your bed at the same time without anyone losing a limb.
"I have watched you two argue all day" you said. "You have both been in this relationship for months. You have both—" you paused, choosing words, "demonstrated, repeatedly, that you are capable of being in the same room as each other."
Neither of them said anything. Caleb had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. Valko looked like he wanted to say something and was physically restraining himself.
You held up the blindfolds.
"I'm done mediating. You want to act like you don't know how to share?" Your eyes moved between them, steady and completely unmoved by the combined effect of the two of them standing there looking like scolded golden retrievers. "Then I'll make it simple for everyone."
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The bedroom was very quiet by the time you got them both in there.
They ran out of things to argue about. It was hard to continue a territorial dispute when they couldn't see where they were in the room. They stood where you'd put them, stripped bare, blindfolded, shoulders still carrying the tension from the living room but with nowhere to direct it anymore. Both of them had their hands at their sides, not touching anything, assuming they were far away from each other.
They were not.
They were close enough that if either one of them exhaled too hard they'd feel it. You'd done that on purpose.
You sank to your knees between them and looked up at their faces —both of them tight jawed, heads slightly tilted, trying to orient themselves by sound alone— and took a moment to appreciate the fact that two of the most difficult men you'd ever met were currently standing blindfolded and completely at your mercy because of a disagreement about coffee.
You poured the lube and wrapped your hand around Caleb's cock first.
His head went back immediately, a rough groan pulling out of him, hands gripping his own hips to stop himself from reaching for you. "God, your hand—can do it a bit faster?"
"Don't rush her," Valko's voice came out tighter than he intended. He was trying to figure out from the sound of Caleb's voice exactly how far away he was standing.
You moved your hand to Valko and his whole body shuddered, a sharp exhale escaping through his nose. "Fuck, I've been waiting all day."
"You're both getting it," you said, keeping your voice smooth and even.
You picked up the sleeve from the floor beside you.
Dual entry, no center barrier, ribbed on both ends. They knew you loved toys and they loved using them on you. Neither of them had any reason to suspect what this one was about to do.
You lined it up, shifted your weight onto your heels, and pushed it down over both of them at the same time.
The sound they made was almost identical, two sharp, breathless gasps in perfect sync, the ribbed interior gripping them both tightly. For a second they both just stood there processing the sensation.
Then you pushed them closer, the rest of the way in.
The tips of their cocks met somewhere in the barrierless middle.
"What—" Caleb's whole body recoiled, knees buckling, one hand shooting out sideways for something to grab onto and finding nothing. "What the—what is that—"
Valko made a sound that was not a word in any language. He'd gone completely rigid, every muscle locked up, his chin dropped to his chest.
"Is that—" Caleb's voice came out strange and strained, working through the information his body was sending him with visible effort. "Is that another—is someone else—are you—" He stopped. "What the fuck?"
"That's 'ko," you said pleasantly.
"What the hell—" Valko's hips snapped back on reflex, a choked sound tearing out of him that he was going to pretend hadn't happened. "Sweetheart, what did you just—"
"Relax," you said, both hands clamping down over the center of the sleeve, fingers squeezing the material to keep them where they were. "You didn't want to share so now you're sharing this."
Caleb's breathing had gone completely to pieces. His chest was heaving, jaw working around words that weren't coming out in the right order. "You actually—" A sharp breath. "You seriously—"
You gave the sleeve one slow twisting squeeze and he lost the sentence entirely.
"Look at you both," you teased, from your knees again, looking up at two flushed faces with tremendous satisfaction. "So territorial. So impossible. And completely hard inside the same toy."
"I am hard for you," Valko snapped, the words coming out slightly less convincing than usual given the circumstances. A dark flush had crawled all the way up his neck and into his ears. He tried to step back, thighs shaking. "Take it off. Right now. I am not doing this, I don't—"
"You're not going anywhere."
You delivered the first stroke before he finished the sentence and the sound that came out of both of them at the same time was something you were going to think about for a very long time.
The friction was immediate and overwhelming—the ribbed interior stimulating the entire length of their cocks while they were pressed tip to tip. Neither of them pulled away.
What happened instead was considerably more predictable given who they were.
Valko's jaw set. You felt him shift his weight, recalibrate, and then drive his hips forward hard—a full thrust into the sleeve that was transparently designed to shove Caleb back through force of will. "Move," he said, through his teeth.
"No," Caleb answered and met him head on.😝
The impact of them hitting tip to tip inside the slick toy punched a moan out of both of them, loud enough that you were briefly grateful for the thickness of the bedroom walls.
You started pumping the sleeve to match their rhythm and leaned in. "There you go," you kept your voice low, right in the space between them. "All that energy you've been wasting arguing about coffee." Another stroke, firm and deliberate. "Look how much better this is."
"Don't act smug about this."
"I'm not acting smug," you said, completely smugly, picking up the pace. "I'm just saying. You've both been impossible for three months and it took me five minutes to solve it."
"This isn't solved—" Caleb's voice broke on the last word as you twisted your wrist on the next steoke. He swore, hips stuttering forward. "This is—this is not what I'd call solved—"
"Less talking," you said."More cooperating."
"I am not cooperating with him," Valko thrusted forward again.
Caleb met him again without hesitation.
"Come on, 'ko," you watched his face carefully. "He's pushing you back. Are you really going to let him?"
"Pips—"
"Absolutely not," Valko said through his teeth and reached out blindly until his hands found Caleb's shoulders and dug in. He used the grip to anchor himself, rolling his hips forward in slow circles that ground them together until his voice betrayed him, dropping from furious to undone in the space of a single breath. "I'll—" a shaking exhale, "I'll outlast him. Just like I've done it for months."
"You are shaking," Caleb pointed out, panting, sweat running down his temples and soaking into the edge of his blindfold. His hand had found its way into Valko's hair, gripping tight, the only thing keeping him upright as your hands worked faster. "You're already—you're twitching, I can feel it—you're so close you can't even—"
"Don't," Valko warned.
"You're falling apart and I've barely—haah—" Caleb's smugness dissolved as you squeezed the center of the sleeve. "God—"
"Shut up," Valko's command would have landed better if it hadn't come out an octave higher than his normal voice, cracked clean down the middle by another roll of his hips.
You slid your free hand up the flat of Caleb's stomach, felt every muscle pulled tight, holding back. "Tell me how it feels," you ordered.
"It's—" Caleb's was losing rhythm, the competitive edge bleeding into something desperate. "It's too much. The heat—I can feel him—Pips, please, I'm going to—"
You stopped the stroke immediately, keeping them locked against each other with nowhere to go.
Caleb made a sound that was mostly just suffering.
"Not yet," you said, turning your head slightly. " 'ko. Tell him."
"Tell him what?" Valko gritted out.
"How close you are."
A long silence broken only by both of them breathing like they'd been running.
"Damn it," Valko said finally, the grip on Caleb's shoulders turning white knuckled. "He's—" another shaking breath, "he's too much. Too hot. Everything he does just—" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "Stop moving, Caleb. I'm serious. Stop—"
"I can't," Caleb moaned, his whole body moved forward, one final thrust that buried him as far into the sleeve as he could go.
Valko's forehead dropped forward, finding Caleb's shoulder, Caleb's hand was still in his hair. Their chests were heaving in the same broken rhythm, breath mingling in the small space.
"There," you said quietly. "Was that so hard?
Slowly, like he was doing it without deciding to, his body moving before his brain caught up, Valko's forehead dragged up from Caleb's shoulder, sliding along the curve of his neck, up his jaw, until it came to rest against Caleb's forehead.
Caleb went completely still. You didn't move. Didn't speak. Just watched.
Valko's hands, still gripping Caleb's shoulders, slowly loosened. Spread flat. Like he was steadying himself against something he hadn't been prepared for. His breath came out ragged and uneven against Caleb's lips.
Caleb's fingers in his hair tightened again and he tilted his head up slightly.
Valko tilted his down.
Their mouths met somewhere in the middle and neither of them made it a question.
It wasn't soft. It was two people who'd been circling each other for months finally landing, all that accumulated tension finding somewhere to go at once—Caleb's hand pulling Valko in by the hair, Valko's hands sliding from Caleb's shoulders to the back of his neck, both of them breathing hard through their noses because neither one was willing to break it long enough to properly inhale.
You started moving the sleeve again. Slow at first. Then faster.
Valko broke the kiss on a sharp desperate sound that Caleb swallowed immediately, pulling him back in, and then both of them stopped pretending there was anything controlled left about any of this. Their hips moved together instead of against each other for the first time, same rhythm, same direction, working into the sleeve in sync while the sounds they were making dissolved from words into something much more honest.
"Together," you said quietly, from below "Both of you."
They came at exactly the same moment, Valko first by a heartbeat, Caleb right behind him, both of them shaking, gripping each other and breathing into each other's mouths while it rolled through them in long waves. Valko made a sound low in his chest that you'd never heard from him before. Caleb's knees buckled and Valko caught him without thinking, arms wrapping around him on reflex, and they stood there holding each other up.
You looked up at both of them, blindfolds askew, foreheads together.
"So," you laughed "Same time next week?"
Caleb laughed first. Just one short exhausted sound, but it was real.
Valko pressed his lips to Caleb's temple, which surprised everyone in the room including him, and said nothing.
You stood up, brushed off your knees, and went to make yourself a cup of coffee. Nobody had taken the last of it this time.
I need to know everyone's reactions to having a bush and then shaving your bush PLEAASE.
Xavier has gotten used to the bush. He loves the bush.
That’s like… his baby low key. That man is slipping a hand down the front of your shorts just to play with your pubes to fall asleep alright?
Like he’s petting the kitty for real.
So when you come out of the shower and she’s bald? He’s a bit stunned to say the least. “You shaved?” The towel has dropped to the floor as you rummage around your drawers for some panties to slip on, turning with a grin to show Xavier the fruits of your labor.
“I did! I saw a hack online and I wanted to try it, it’s been a while since she’s been clean shaven down there… feels so soft, wanna touch?”
You’re wiggling your eyebrows at him, completely unaware of his little mini crisis now that his favorite fidget toy is gone. “…soft?”
Okay, well, maybe he can compromise. "Yeah, super soft, I gotta put some lotion on her though... maybe you can help me out with that?" Oh? Yeah maybe this wasn't the worst thing to ever happen to him.
Zayne had been quite shy at first about his love for your bush. Something about it just really, really does it for him, okay?
The further you got into your relationship, the more apparent it became. So? You quite shaving, stuck to cleaning up and trimming when it felt necessary. But never really waxed or clean shaved.
That is, until summer hit and you really wanted to wear this one swimsuit and no matter what you did, the hair was just too obvious.
"Zayne, baby? I gotta tell you something." You actually felt a tad guilty as you peek into his office, towel still clinging to your body. "That... sounds guilty. What did you do?" Break something, maybe? Accidentally post an embarrassing photo of him? No, maybe worse.
"You know that bikini?" Oh, oh no. Yeah, way worse. You could see the horror dawning on his face before you could even drop the towel. "Zayne, please, I had to..." But his eyes look like that of a kicked puppy, his work abandoned as he swivels in his chair. "You didn't..."
"I had too." You whine, opening your towel to show your clean shaven, hair free, smooth, bush-less kitty. He nearly falls to his knees.
Rafayel has never really cared either way, honestly. He's quite used to being relatively hairless down there due to being Lemurian.
He doesn't expect you to shave or wax to meet those "standards", he doesn't mind you having a bush in the slightest. He actually is rather fond of nuzzling it after he eats you out.
"Raf..." You breath into the kiss, head tilting back as his lips trail lower towards your jaw. Their end destination currently throbbing between your thighs. "Hurry... I don't wanna wait..."
You're squirming, ungracefully trying to kick off your shorts as you feel his lips curl into a grin against your heated skin. "Fine, fine, cutie. Someone is impatient." Pulling away, Rafayel easily yanks your shorts and underwear off in one go, trying not to do a double take when he's greeted by the sight of your bare, clean shaven pussy.
"What inspired this sudden style change?" You blink up at him, nearly forgetting you had shaved yourself while showering this morning.
"J-just felt like it. Does that really matter?" You spread your legs a little further, a little more of your dignity flying out the window as you pleaded for him to please you just how you loved him to.
"Nah, it doesn't. But she looks cute like this... looks cute all the time though..." You can't dwell on it, not when his head dips down and disappears between your plush thighs.
Sylus prefers your grooming habits to be whatever you're most comfortable with. He loves the bush, loves when you're clean shaven, doesn't matter to him so long as you're comfy.
"I did something today." You grin as you plop down beside him on the couch, a freshly poured glass of red wine swirling in your cup as he nurses a second cup of whiskey. "Something exciting, it seems?"
You try and swallow your grin but are unsuccessful, holding the crimson gaze that is peeking at you over wire rimmed glasses.
Sitting on your knees, you take a small sip of the liquid before leaning closer to your lover. "I shave my kitty today."
It had been months since you had gone fully bald. Trimming was one thing, keeping her neat and clean was another. But totally bare, Sylus couldn't recall the last time he had seen it. "oh?'
"Wanna see?"
"Of course I want to see."
Setting your wine glass on the coffee table, you push up on your knees and yank down the front of your shorts. Shamelessly flashing Sylus with a far too innocent grin on your face. "Nice work, kitten. Not a single nick or sign of irritation. I'm impressed."
Caleb has always been fond of the bush, he especially loves when it gets a little wild and grown out. Sticking through your undies, peeking out the sides. You very rarely let it get that long though.
"Hey colonel." You're relaxing on your shared bed when he shuffles into the room, eyes easily looking over your frame and doing a double take.
"You...shaved her?"
You sit up slightly, peering down your body with a raised eyebrow before looking up at Caleb again. "You're sick and twisted, how the hell did you know I shaved my cooch just by looking at me?" But it's the way your panties are sitting on your hips, the way there is no hair peeking.
"Just... know you. That's beside the point. What made you shave?"
The colonel hat hits the dresser, then the gloves, all the while his eyes are locked on you with intent. "Just... got bored? I don't know I haven't done it in a long while. Do you not like it?"
The look that flashes across his face makes you feel stupid for even second guessing. "I was just curious, pips." His feet fall heavy as he walks towards you, immediately falling to his knees when he hits the edge of the bed. "Should I show you how much I like it?"
Valko is a wolf, naturally he's used to people having body hair. He finds it mildly odd when they don't. But like, your preference, you know?
So, he makes you aware of that right from the start of your relationship. Letting you know that you don't have to shave for him, that you don't have to be hairless for him. He loves some body hair, he loves the bush.
"Woah... did I miss something?" You've gotten comfortable with changing in front of him, not thinking twice as you strip from your uniform to hop in the shower. "Huh?"
"You uh... you shaved it off..." peering down, you realize his amber eyes are locked on the freshly shaved front of your pubic bone.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know I just felt like trying it out, it's been a while since I've done it. Do you not like it?" Valko's jaw actually drops at the question. Him? Not like your pussy? What?
"I'd be a moron if I didn't like it, but you know I love you with hair, right?" He really wanted to make sure this wasn't an insecurity thing. At that realization, you can't help but grin, stepping forward to place a chaste peck on his lips. Finding it oddly touching and adorable.
"I do know that... but do you wanna feel how soft she is now?"
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Valko approaches Sylus, his hair and tail dripping with salt water.
"Valko, do not step any closer," Sylus commands from his beach chair, angling his book to hide the pages against his chest. Valko doesn't stop until he's right in front of him.
With a small, innocent smile, he shakes. Water splashes everywhere, dotting the sand, the chairs, and the towels, but mainly Sylus.
Despite his physique, you always forget how fit Sylus is until you're giggling at him chasing down Valko, both of them sprinting at full speed, until Sylus tackles him into the ocean. They narrowly miss Rafayel gliding through the water, their private section of the beach allowing him to show off his brilliant tail.
Beside you, Xavier stirs, peeking one eye open and squinting against the sun. You smile down at him. He's adorable like this, all groggy and disheveled, his cheeks tinged pink from the heat and the sun.
"Hey, Xavie. Good nap?"
He just hums, rolling over to rest his head in your lap, eye closing again. With a small laugh, you card your hand through his soft hair, allowing him to make himself comfortable again, his arm flopping over your ankles.
"I'm never doing this again!" Caleb's voice travels across the beach. "It's impossible!"
"You can fly a fighter jet, my love. I'm confident that you can surf," Zayne replies, a bit of amusement in his tone underneath the encouragement.
"The sky likes me way better than the sea does. I swear, I think that kelp was tryin' to drown me."
Zayne hums. "I think a certain fish would come to your rescue, should you need it. Now let's put some more sunscreen on and try again." Caleb just stares, and Zayne raises an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look. I know you won't give up that easily. You're too stubborn for your own good."
You could stay here forever, you decide, with zero responsibilities besides keeping your favorite men company.
Your heartbeat quickening, you rush into the basement. "Valko, sweetheart?" you call, your voice echoing down the long hallway.
A soft grunt sounds, causing you to freeze and flick on the light, staring down the hallway.
"Val? Are you down here?" you ask.
"In here." His tone is clipped, so unlike him in a way that has your heart breaking.
You follow his voice, finally pulling open the half-empty closet at the end of the hall.
There, shoved in a mess of blankets, towels, and quilts, is Valko, curled tightly into a ball. His fluffy ears lay flat against his skull, his tail puffed out.
"There you are, my love," you murmur, crouching down. "Are you alright?"
Valko nods with a lash of his tail. You don't believe him for a minute.
"What happened?" you ask, shifting closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders.
Valko sighs, shoving his nose into your neck and inhaling shakily. "Everything's too loud with my ears," he admits, voice shaking. "M'head hurts."
A sigh of relief leaves you. Of course, you hate to see him hurting, but at least he's safe at home.
"Cutie!" Rafayel's voice echoes down the hall. Valko whimpers, curling in on himself, hands flying to cover his ears. "Is he down here?"
You poke your head out of the closet, shoving a finger over your mouth to silence him. Rafayel's eyes widen and he rushes to meet you.
"I'm sorry. We were looking for you," you whisper to Valko, who's lowered his hands again. "Raf, can you let everyone know he's okay? Just needs some peace and quiet."
Rafayel opens his mouth, probably to ask a million questions, but he thinks better of it and nods, heading back down the hallway and up the stairs.
"What can I do to help you?" you ask, running a hand through his hair.
"Just stay," Valko mumbles, voice shaking.
Several minutes later, two pairs of soft footsteps approach, and Caleb and Sylus appear in the doorway. In Caleb's hands is a small black box.
"Val?" Caleb asks, crouching. "We have somethin' for you."
Valko peeks out from your neck, one ear briefly rotating towards them before it presses against his skull again.
"We were going to give them to you for your birthday, but I believe you'll find them more useful now."
Caleb holds out the box, smiling, and Valko takes it with shaking hands.
"Thanks," he says, a bit confused, and pulls the lid off of the box. Inside, nestled among some foam, are two uniquely-shaped gadgets, made partially of foam.
"They're earplugs," Sylus explains when Valko just stares at them. "Specifically designed for your wolf ears. They offer various levels of noise cancellation, and will also connect to your phone for music."
Tail thumping, not in irritation this time, Valko carefully takes them from the box and inserts them into his ears. After some fiddling, his wagging tail speeds up.
"Comfy?" Caleb asks.
"Yeah," Valko says, his voice a bit louder from the noise cancellation. "How do you turn them up?"
Caleb shifts closer. "There's two buttons on the left one." He presses the button a few times, watching as Valko's smile grows each time.
After a long minute, Valko closing his eyes as he basks in the silence, he taps the other button, turning down the noise cancellation.
"Thank you," he says, voice a bit raspy, his eyes watery. "This is really, really great. Did you make them?"
"Yes. Xavier helped, too," Sylus says, leaning against the closet doorway. "You like them?"
"I love them." Valko pulls himself from your arms and throws himself at Caleb, squeezing him as tight as possible, Caleb letting out a wheezy laugh. Sylus gets an equally tight hug. "Thank you both."
"You're very welcome, puppy," Sylus says.
"It's the least we can do," Caleb says with a grin, standing to kiss his cheek. "Are you feeling better?"
Valko nods. "My head still hurts, but it's not bad."
"Well, I think our doctor must have a remedy for that," Sylus says with a smile, placing a hand on the small of his back. "Let's go join the others, shall we?"
sylus's low voice makes you perk up from where you're eating the last bites of your dessert. mischief bubbles in your chest. you set down your fork and start rummaging through your bag.
"what are you doing?" sylus asks, eyebrow arching.
you can practically hear his thoughts. he's definitely wondering why you've decided to look through your bag after he asked for the check. the two of you have had this conversation many times before. he'll pay for any and all of your dates, regardless if you're planning to use the card he had given you.
you give him an innocuous smile. "just looking for my phone." you casually excuse yourself. sylus easily lets his suspicions go, especially since the waiter has arrived with the check.
you've seen videos of people handing their partner's cash or their card to see their reactions. even though you know how sylus would react, you would never pass up the chance to prank him. so, as you grab your phone, you also grab your personal credit card, keeping the card hidden in your hand.
taking out his wallet, sylus gives a cursory glance at the receipt, and you make your move.
with the low lights of the restaurant, all you can see is sylus's amused smirk as your hand scoots over towards him. you lift your hand and beneath it is your credit card. you watch, amused, as sylus's smirk falls. without even looking away from the receipt book, he flicks the card back towards you. you let out a gasping laugh at his actions.
sylus places his card in the book, closes it, and hands it to the waiter. he turns back towards you and playfully tsks at you.
"you know better, darling." his low drawl combined with the amusement in his red eyes makes you laugh a little harder.
"do i?" you crone out, fluttering your eyelashes playfully.
"even if don't—" sylus's eyes go half-lidded a bit. "—i can certainly teach you once more."
it seems a long night awaits you and you definitely cannot wait.
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okay chew on this. Wearing nothing but an apron when Sylus comes home. Oh yeah, he doesn't like them! Guess you should just take it off...
Too bad he's on a touching ban though, huh?
This is a whole four days old but...
You're just getting up some fruit, humming thoughtfully as you sway to your own voice. It's the only way to stop the shit eating grin from overcoming your features as you hear the sharp clicks of Sylus' polished shoes. "Welcome home." You offer, not daring to face him just yet because you know you'll crumble the second you see his devastatingly handsome face... even if you had been pissed off.
"..." You know his view must be wild, with the maroon apron tied in a neat bow around the small of your back. "I'm cutting up fruit, but you're still on my shit list so it's just enough for me." Only then do you shoot a glance over your shoulder, smirking as you take in his dazed expression. You know for a fact there are still healing bruises along your thighs and ass from where his fingers had gripped too hard during sex.
And you know they are on perfect display for him right now as you stand in nothing but an apron. Backside completely exposed for him to admire. "Is it the apron? Do you not like it?" You turn back to your stupid little task, trying not to let the laugher slip into your tone as you start to cut again. "Oh that's right, Mr "I'll never wear an apron" you don't like them, right? Should I take this off?" Mocking his voice, you reach back and easily loosen the simple bow you had tied.
You use the same hand to reach back and pull the loop over your neck, making a show of dropping it to the side in a little heap on the floor. Now, you're completely naked in the kitchen, done with your fruit, and Sylus is still standing as still as a statue. As silent as one too.
"Well, I'll be eating this in our bedroom." You turn to face him, plate in hand, and give him a once over. "You probably have to get some work done, right? Since you've got so many better things to do." Your grin is wicked now, not at all ashamed or willing to hide your intentions upon seeing the sizable bulge in the front of his pants.
"Poor Sy, three days of no sex, no loving, no snuggles..." you trail off as you turn away, hips swaying just a little more than necessary. "Can't even stand seeing me naked without your cock getting all stiff, hmm?" Oh, you were playing so unbelievably dirty...
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