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      he suppresses the urge to pout when quentin pulls away from his lips, adjusting his hands in the other’s hair and nodding softly. sometimes, more often than not, jeremy forgets about prep, about stretching him out so it doesn’t hurt as much. forgive him, he just gets so caught up in the moment sometimes that his mind can’t be bothered to think about that. but thank god for quentin — otherwise he’d probably always be in pain. so he makes a small noise when he feels the finger working into him, his head falling onto the elder’s shoulder as he nods. “more.” he says after he’s adjusted to one, eager for more more more until he feels he’s sufficiently prepped for quentin. “ it feels good.”

      he nods at the request but still keeps to the one finger for a moment. he can’t rush this, can’t let the feelings of wanted to go quicker seep into his mind. he has to enjoy this, has to let jeremy completely ease into it before he knows that he can go quicker. so when he feels jeremy is completely satisfied with one, he’s adding in another and listening to the noises his kitten makes. he wants to hear him purr, wants to feel the little vibrations and wants to watch the boys eyes crinkle and his nose go up because he just can’t take it anymore. it’s an odd request, sure, but it’s something quentin adores to see. “you’re so beautiful, kitten. you know that, right?” it comes out of nowhere, sure, but it needs to be said. he doesn’t get to say it enough, especially at times like this, so he’ll take full advantage of it.

      he’s still not used to those words — anything you want. you see, before quentin, jeremy’s whole life revolved around his mother and he often found himself saying the same thing to her. he’s spent so much time trying to make her content, to make her the happiest mom around that he’s simply not accustomed to being on the other end of the spectrum. but quentin wants jeremy to be happy — he wants him to be happy, to never have a frown on his face and, honestly, jer’s trying his hardest to meet that but sometimes it’s just so hard! but being here, in this tub, and feeling nothing but love and safety around him? well, it’s not that hard to smile and nod, adjusting himself on quentin’s lap to be able to press their lips together softly, his fingers tangling in the other’s hair.

      "hold on, princess. i have to get you ready,” he finally chirps up, eyes opening and teeth bringing themselves down to his bottom lip. yet, he keeps it sweet with a kiss to his lips and lets his lips trail down to his neck, trying so hard to resist the urge to mark him because that is not what this is supposed to be. it’s gentle, it’s sweet, it’s adoring: and that is not in the description of a hickey. he’s letting his fingertips move slowly down his back, drawing weird shapes along the way. but before he even positions his finger, he gives jeremy one last look as if to say ‘i love you’ without even speaking the words. he manages to spread him for a moment before he’s getting his finger in, working it slowly as he can only imagine the burn jeremy must feel from it. but using lube would be a waste, seeing as how it would just come off in the water. “tell me if i hurt you, okay?”

     jer would be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind at least once during their bath. it’s rather difficult to be in the same tub as quentin, completely naked, and not think about it really. so he makes a small noise of approval as quenin speaks, tilting his head to look up at the other with what’s probably the warmest, most inviting smile to ever inhabit his face. his fingers trail over the other’s skin, moving water droplets around and humming softly before he presses another kiss to his chin, nodding softly. “can we make love?” he asks in a soft voice, still trailing his lips up his jawline slowly. jer doesn’t want to just fuck ( though he’d never say that word aloud, it’s much too vulgar for him ). no, he wants to make love — he wants to feel that connection that he has with quentin, the one that can’t be shared with anyone else.

      the words kinda frighten him. love. it’s still a new word for him. the only person he ever loved before jeremy was his sister. and he watched her love so many boys only to have her heart broken every time. so, he hesitates for a moment, but makes it look like he’s just enjoying the moment. his lips aren’t pursed but his eyes are closed, humming to himself and smiling at all the pretty little kisses being pressed to his skin. but to give him a response, quentin just nods and places his hands on the boys waist, thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin. he imagines this isn’t going to be like all the other times where jeremy’s screaming daddy over and over again and instead just whimpers his name a couple times and the pure thought excites him. he likes the screaming, sure, but he loves this whole quiet jeremy, too. “anything you want, princess,” and he’ll push a little bit of hair out of the boys face so he can kiss him sweetly, a smile still very prominent on his face.

       but that isn’t a very comfortable position for him, with his legs all squashed up between their bodies and his arms just kind of dangling to the side. jer scrambles onto his lap and maneuvers his legs around quentin’s hips, arms wrapping around his neck as he situated himself on the other’s lap with a little grin. god, he could spend the rest of his life like this, all wrapped up around quentin like a little koala bear on a tree — it’s just so comforting and relaxing, he can’t imagine spending his birthday any other way. “ ‘s a nice way to spend a birthday.” he hums and nods up at quentin, pressing a quick kiss to his chin before resting his cheek against the other’s shoulder.

      there’s something about jeremy that makes the word ‘no’ hard to say. so it’s basically whatever he wants to do today without a single speaking of the forbidden word. he’s just nuzzling into the top of the boys head, pressing kisses to his scalp as he just hums the little ‘happy birthday’ tune. fingers trace circles into the boys back, a silence taking the room for a moment before he’s getting this idea in his head. part one to jeremy’s present could be given to him right now, so he might as well take the opportunity. “i have an idea, kitten,” his words are hushed, tone gone lower as he speaks. it’s enough to say what he wants to say without actually speaking it. “you know, we’re both naked and you’re on my lap, and we’re in a bath. so, you know,” and he wants jeremy to suggest it, wants to make sure his baby wants to do it just as much as he does. “but we don’t have to. it’s just a thought.”

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       he’ll simply scoot closer and savor the warmth that both the water and quentin is providing, nodding in response and letting his hands flatten against the elder’s chest. he drums out a short, quiet beat for a moment before looking up, his eyes lit with what can only be described as pure, unadulterated joy. honestly, he can’t remember the last time he felt this happy, the last time he managed to smile for this long without it being forced — and he only has quentin to thank for that! so he pecks his lips with a quick kiss, resting his bent legs on quentin’s thighs as his hands roam absentmindedly over his chest. “mhm! but only because i get to spend it with you.”

       he just hums in response, taking one of the hands off his chest and into his hand, squeezing it ever so gently. of course quentin’s going to make this special. everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, especially his baby and after everything they’ve been through. it’s been hard. really hard. and it’s just going to get worse before it gets better, so he’s just going to pull jeremy into him, chest to chest and mostly forehead to chin but that’s only because there’s a rather big height difference going on here. they haven’t taken a bath together in a while, the relaxing sounds of water swooshing all over the place and jeremy’s little giggles to follow: this should be every mans dream. to find someone to love and to come home to it every night and it’s only now that quentin realized this. “first birthday we’ve spent together. it’s a pretty big deal.”

       and jer barely had time to look at quentin’s chest ( his favorite part of quentin’s body ) before it was submerged in the purple water, waddling over to the tub and frowning as he looks down at the other. but that frown is quickly replaced with a small ‘o’ at the feeling of the lacey material snap back against his little prick, which was tucked neatly behind the waist band. “i can’t take a bath with them on!” he says, as if that’s common knowledge ( it is, but let him feel special ), wiggling them off before climbing into the tub and sitting cross-legged between quentin’s legs, facing the other. “hi, daddy!”

       this is nice, actually. he finally gets to spend time with jeremy without the pressures of having to do anything neither felt fit to do. they don’t have to have sex, they don’t have to kiss, they don’t have to do anything: they can just sit here and talk and enjoy the warmth. but, knowing quentin, that probably will not be happening seeing as how his biggest weakness is sat right between his legs all naked and exposed, making it so hard not to touch him. “hi, kitten,” he coos, running a hand over his face to help wake himself up, leaning forward enough to kiss the boys forehead and pull him in closer so their thighs brush together. “havin a good birthday so far?” 

       his body instinctively leans back into quentin’s chest, resting his hands over the ones on his tummy as he watches the water become more colorful, with lots of little batches of bubbles appearing on the surface. it was so calming that jer nearly whined when quentin speaks, breaking his attention from the bath bomb to the man behind him. the boy turns around, hands flattening against quentin’s cheek and drawing him down for a sloppy, very silly, kiss. “smooches!” he giggles as he pulls their lips away from each other, eyes bright with joy. “now c’mon! we gotta get undressed, daddy. can’t just stand here all day!” he hums, already reaching down and sliding quentin’s shirt off his body, wiggling around in his panties for a moment.

       he makes a little unhappy sound when jeremy takes his shirt off. he’s cold and now he has to quickly retreat into the bathtub before he grows all those weird goosebumps again. “hey, if you get to undress me then i get to undress you,” and for once, he’s pouting, eyes like a puppy dog and a heart that is three sizes too big for the day. it’s mainly because it’s jeremy’s birthday, but also because he’s never seen his baby act this way before. so he’ll unbutton the shirt jeremy’s got on, letting it fall to the floor only to take his bottom lip between his teeth with a growl low in the back of his throat. “dammit,” he whines, finger dipping into the waistline only to snap them right back onto his hips. “you look so good. i don’t want to take them off.”

      before quentin, jeremy never thought he’d be this happy, but now here he is, a little bundle of giggles and cuddles that hasn’t had a sad day in a while. so he savors quentin’s kisses, purring a bit and tilting his head from side to side so that the elder was able to pepper every centimeter of his skin with a kiss. and when quentin leaves, jer waits only a moment before pulling on one of his dress shirts and a cute little pair panties ( despite the fact that he’s going to take them off in just a moment ) and grabbing the two fluffiest towels they own. “i got towels for us!” he hums as he steps into the bathroom, moving to the bowl of 3 or 4 bath bombs to pick from before dropping his selection in the water. “hm, i like how this one smells.”

       there’s a small smile on his face as soon as jeremy’s in the doorframe, eyes taking him in as a yawn parts his lips. he’s exhausted from trying to finish his work and make sure jeremy’s gift was absolutely perfect. he should’ve just let jeremy stay home today, but education is extremely important and he wants his kitten to be as smart as he can be! but he’ll still lazily wrap his arms around jeremy from behind, nuzzling sweetly into his neck as he listens to the fizzing occurring in the bathtub with a delightful hum echoing in his throat. he doesn’t want to let go but he has to, has to get himself undressed and that’s really the last thing he wants to do. jeremy looks so cute in his clothes, so why does that just have to end? “water’s all sparkly now, hm? maybe it’ll leave you super shiny.”

     a small yelp leaves his lips as he’s suddenly picked up, arms draping over quentin’s neck before they’re plopping down onto the bed together, a wide grin on his face. time spent with quentin is never wasted — that’s jeremy’s theory at least, and he would be content doing absolutely anything with the elder. but now he’s looking up at the other with furrowed brows, pouting softly. “there’s two things wrong with that! first, i can’t get up if you’re still holding onto me, silly goose.” a giggle is heard before he’s continuing. “and what are we doing first? are we making dinner? are we taking a bath? because those both need two very different outfits!”

      he’s happy. that’s all quentin has ever wanted for jeremy and now it’s finally coming true. it’s like a weight lifted off his shoulders and he can’t help but feel a little eased about the fact that now he can be sent off in peace. so, he nuzzled into the boys neck, kissing the skin and cuddling him even closer. it’s so hard for him to let go especially since he let go this morning and he had to drive jeremy to school. well, now he’s home and quentin’s so excited to finally celebrate his kittens birthday! “lets take a bath first, yeah? i’ll go run it for us,” he coos, giving him what seems like millions of kisses before he’s in the bathroom thinking to himself when did we become so domestic? but it doesn’t matter because quentin’s here and so is jeremy, the for sure love of his life.