An idea for Knights and Pawns:
Daniel been waiting up for Terry to come back from some “business” late at night. Terry returns with a few scrapes, and a bit of blood, not a big deal—but Daniel fusses over him and bandages him up…or tries to, anyway. Terry’s still fresh from the fight and he doesn’t want bandaids; he wants Daniel.
Much to his personal horror, Daniel finds that despite his aversion to “business” and blood, he is very much into this fresh-from-violence Terry.
Maybe Terry exploits this side of Daniel. Maybe this happens earlier in their marriage and Daniel is taken aback by how turned on he is by this new situation. Or maybe it’s decades into their marriage. Terry’s getting too old for this sort of thing, and Daniel is frustrated with himself for how hot he finds his Alpha in moments like this despite it all…
Daniel eyes are shooting daggers - metaphorically of course.
He's fully with pup, nearly bursting with Terry's claim to him.
He looks at his knuckles. "No, baby boy. I'm quicker than that."
"So you were showing off?"
Gosh, he is a Mama, and pup has not even been born yet. "Just a bit of fun, mo cuishle."
"Don't come up." Daniel is making himself as broad as possible, using the height of the stairs to tower over him - if barely.
"If you would risk leaving me, and puppy, you can sleep downstairs."
Terry grins. "Ooooh. In the doghouse, am I?"
"If you were going to leave me alone, you can do it here too."
Terry turns back, half a breath, then reaches up, and tugs his omega against him. "Trying to domesticate me, Danny love?"
He spits. "You know I don't like this!"
"Wanna put a collar on my neck?"
He's silent for one second. "Real bosses don't need this."
"Aha!" He feels his face split in a grin. "That's why they call your Pop 'the red one', is it?"
"He stopped. So can you."
"He stopped?" He squeezes him tightly. "Our marriage is about the most gangster move out there."
"So they have an easier time taking you back?"
He bristles. "Not everything is about me!"
"That's where you're wrong, a chuishle mo chroí," he whispers. "Everything is about you."
That hint of slick, the way he sighs, and yet - "You're mad."
"And you're scolding me." He flicks Danny's nose. "Now who is mad, baby?"
He kisses his neck, licks his mark - he can feel Danny harden. "The first time we met, you sassed me," he purrs. "You like to play with fire as much as I do."
His breath hitches, eyes glisten. "I don't, I don't, I don't want this -"
"Yes," Terry hisses. "Just like that," and kisses him. "Back to bed, Danny boy."
