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colourspaz · 12 days ago

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THEYR BOYFRIENDS AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AUSUDIDJDJDEIISDJWKJFOFKF

dog slipped his leash again

cw// puppy play, collaring, tail plugs

words: 5.1k

for @rrrrraatt happy early birthday

“Simon,” came Brendan’s voice from inside their bedroom. His tone was low and gravelly, a tone Simon only ever heard in one circumstance.

He paused where he stood, standing there for a few seconds before peeking his head inside. “Yes, Bren?”

Brendan was sitting on the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor, with a familiar black collar clutched in his hand. He shook it teasingly. “Why don’t you come here, pup? Shut the door while you’re at it.”

A wave of heat went through Simon’s belly, his cock twitching inside his jeans as his cheeks flushed a light pink. His hands clenched at his sides nervously. “Now? But…Cheryl’s still home,” he murmured, but his words were only met with a small smile from Brendan.

“You can be quiet, can’t you?” he asked pointedly.

Simon tried not to squirm where he stood. “I—Yes.”

Brendan’s expression turned pleased. “Good. We can always get the muzzle out if things prove otherwise.”

A small whine bubbled up and out of Simon’s throat. “Bren—“

“Come here, Simon,” he repeated, motioning to the space in front of him. “Take off your clothes for me.”

Simon didn’t know why he was so nervous. They’d done this hundreds of times by now, worked out the smaller details of their dynamic with over two years of trial and error, and yet his heart was still hammering against his chest, his legs still felt weak and wobbly.

Shutting the door slowly behind him, he came to stand in front of Brendan with a heavy swallow as his hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall beside his feet. Small nipples perked up immediately in the chill room, and he had to resist the urge to cover himself as Brendan’s eyes traced along his naked torso.

“Faster,” Brendan chastised him, “don’t just stand there.”

“Sorry—“ Simon whispered, his hands moving down to quickly undo his jeans, but his shaking fingers made him struggle through, taking much longer than it should have. It was embarrassing the way he fumbled through every motion, the way his zipper got stuck and he had to tug down on it with so much force it almost snapped, the way he wobbled and almost tripped when he was pulling them down his jeans.

Brendan watched him with an amused smile the entire time, unspeaking with the collar still grasped tightly in his hand, waiting for the moment it would be secured around Simon’s neck.

It took an entirety of 5 minutes before Simon was finally naked. His cock was half hard between his thighs, twitching with every stoic glance of Brendan’s eyes. He waited for some kind of comment, a jab about his incompetence or a joke about him having performance anxiety, but to his surprise, Brendan said nothing.

“Kneel.”

The command was firm. There would be no denying him.

Simon dropped to his knees in an instant, bones aching as they made contact with the hardwood floor, but he didn’t even allow himself to flinch. He looked up at Brendan with pouty blue eyes, the perfect picture of a puppy.

“Good boy,” Brendan said, much softer this time, and brought the collar around Simon’s neck, securing it with a firm click.

It was snug around him, a perfect fit, and his hand ached so badly to touch it, to feel the smooth leather that Brendan had custom made for him. It was expensive, he knew, even if Brendan didn’t want him to know how much.

His cock hardened fully against his thigh at the thought. Brendan always took such good care of him.

“Brendan,” Simon said softly, “can I….may I…”

Brendan raised an eyebrow. “You want to touch it?” He knew Simon better than he knew himself.

Simon nodded with a shaky breath. “Yes. Please…”

“Well go on, then. It’s yours.”

His words made Simon shiver and his cock dribble. It’s yours.

“It’s mine,” he murmured as he moved his hand to his throat, touching the collar with gentle fingers before wrapping his hand around his throat and squeezing. The pressure made his head feel light, a soft moan falling from his lips.

Brendan hooked his index finger underneath the collar then and tugged Simon forward. “Come here. Lay across my lap, I have something else for you.”

Simon moved with shaky legs. “What is it?”

Brendan didn’t respond until Simon was draped over his lap, pert bottom arched slightly in the air. His hand found one cheek and squeezed gently.

“Just a few things,” he said, moving his hand off of Simon’s ass so he could reach behind him, pulling out a pair of floppy dog ears on a headband and a fluffy tail that was attached to a butt plug.

Simon whimpered, his hole giving an involuntary clench. “Brendan…”

“Is that all you know how to say?” Brendan mocked as he spread his cheeks apart, dragging the cold metal of the plug down his crack until he reached the pucker of his hole. Simon’s toes curled as the chill against his sensitive part and whined. “Just my name? Brendan, Brendan. Brendan. That's all I ever hear from you.”

“Brendan,” he moaned instinctively, cheeks flushing as soon as he realized what he’d done. “M’sorry….”

“Oh, shh, shh,” Brendan cooed at him sweetly, tone thick with condescension. He reached into his pocket as he spoke, pulling out the small bottle of lube he kept with him, and began warming a small amount in his palm. “There’s nothing wrong with it, sweetheart. Here, put on your ears for me, yeah?”

Simon grabbed the headband from Brendan shakily and put it on his head. The band was the perfect color match to his hair, making it look like it wasn’t there at all and the ears were really attached to his head.

Brendan had put thought into every detail.

“Look at you. What a cute little pup,” he praised and pressed a lubed finger against Simon’s hole. It pressed in easily, a song and dance they’ve done so many times before, Simon letting out a little hiccup at the intrusion.

“Mmph—“

“Can you let out a little bark for me?” Brendan asked. “Speak, puppy.”

Simon was sure his face was redder than a strawberry, a wave of heat so intense coursing through him he thought he may pass out. “I-I—“

“I said speak, Simon.”

Simon bit his lip. He could feel Brendan’s finger moving around inside him, the plug pressed against his thigh, the ears on his head.

“A-Arf…” he gave a tiny little bark, a pathetic noise he could barely believe came from his own mouth.

Brendan laughed. “Louder, Simon.” A second finger pushed into him then, scissoring inside him and exposing the soft pink of his walls.

“B-But, Cheryl,” Simon tried to protest through the fog of his brain. Brendan’s fingers were so large and rough, pressing against every sensitive part inside him.

“She’s all the way downstairs with the TV blasting. She won’t hear a thing,” Brendan assured him, but Simon wasn’t so sure he was telling the truth.

Still. He didn’t want to stop.

“A-Arf!” he barked louder this time, the noise still shaky and nervous, but loud enough that anyone walking by the door would have heard.

“That’s better,” Brendan said with a scratch underneath Simon’s chin. “You’re being such a good boy, Simon.”

Simon arched his back a bit further, sticking his ass out more in an attempt to get Brendan’s fingers deeper. He was so close to his prostate.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please what?” Brendan asked, his fingers purposefully missing Simon’s prostate by a few inches.

Simon whined in embarrassment. Brendan knew what he wanted, it didn’t take a scientist to figure it out. “N-Nothing,” he murmured.

Brendan’s fingers stopped then and Simon thought he might cry. “No, what is it, Simon? Say it or I’ll stop.”

He squirmed pathetically in Brendan’s lap. “I—“ humiliation colored his cheeks at the idea of having to verbalize his want out loud. “Brendan, please just…please…”

Brendan hummed softly. “I guess you don’t want it that badly, then, do you?”

“Brendan!” he whined. He knew that he sounded pathetic, that he was throwing a tantrum like a toddler that wasn’t getting his way, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Say it or I’m taking my fingers out.”

Simon’s heart dropped. “No, no, don’t—I’m sorry. I-I want…” he whined again, trying to force the words out despite how much he didn’t want to, “touch…my prostate. Please.”

And then Brendan’s fingers started to move again. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Good boy…” Two fingers pressed against his prostate with a gentle pressure, just a little graze at first, before Brendan pushed against it incessantly.

Simon’s legs kicked out against the bed as he moaned. “Ngh—hah—“

Fingers fucked into him with lewd wet noises that made his head spin and his cock twitch. He knew that he was a leaking mess between his thighs by now, probably soaking the fabric of Brendan’s jeans below, but that thought only made him drip more.

“Brendan—Brendan,” he moaned as he fucked back on Brendan’s fingers like a dog in heat. “God, please—more, more, more.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Brendan said and pushed a third finger in, causing Simon to moan loudly at the stretch and the fullness. He wasted no time in pressing the tips of all three of his fingers against Simon’s prostate, curling them up with every soft push and drag.

“Brendan—fuck—“ Simon cried out, his voice soft and ruined.

Brendan’s fingers were insistent and rough, no longer bothering with teasing, pushing against his prostate with every movement.

“Mmh, look at you,” Brendan murmured as he spread all three of his fingers apart inside Simon’s hole.

It didn’t take long before Simon was loose and leaking, his pink hole pulsing around Brendan’s fingers as if it was begging for something more, pretty little rim swollen and puckered.

Brendan pulled his fingers out with a wet noise and Simon whined at the loss, but his complaint was interrupted by a quiet shush from Brendan.

“You’ll be full again in a second,” he said, spreading a small amount of lube on the plug before dragging it against Simon’s hole. The metal was cold in comparison to Brendan’s warm fingers, making Simon clench instinctively.

“Relax,” Brendan told him, circling his hole with the plug to get his muscles to loosen.

Simon forced himself to unclench, almost tensing up again when the plug pushed inside him. He moaned against the sheets. God, he felt so fucking full.

“Do you like your tail?” Brendan cooed, pushing on the base so it shifted inside him, stimulating his prostate.

Simon nodded with a whine, his toes curling from where they dangled off the side of the bed.

“Then wag your tail for me, pup.”

His breaths were ragged, cheeks flushed, as he pushed his hips into the air, wiggling his butt so that the tail attachment moved side to side against his thighs, letting out a tiny little bark as he did so without Brendan even having to ask.

“What a good puppy,” Brendan groaned as he rubbed behind Simon’s ears. “Now get on your knees in front of me.”

Simon looked up at him with a dazed expression, almost like he didn’t understand the question, but his body acted on instinct and clumsily climbed off of Brendan’s lap, landing in front of his legs with a thud.

“Puppy want a treat?” Brendan drawled, his hands going to the thick buckle on his belt, undoing it with slow motions designed to tease.

Simon whimpered, his hands flying up to grab Brendan’s knees in a tight grip as he nodded shakily. “Treat…”

Brendan chuckled, low and soft, pulling his thick cock from the confines of his slacks. It ached at the sight of Simon, pre leaking from the tip and sliding down the shaft onto his hand.

“Open your mouth.”

Simon did so on command, mouth falling open so that his pretty pink tongue was on display, saliva pooling against his teeth.

Brendan had to resist the urge to cum right there.

His cock slid into Simon’s mouth slowly, scraping across his tongue and working his jaw open until it ached. The weight of him was heavy against his palate, thick and leaking, and he could feel his mind slipping from it.

“Fuck—good boy, you take me so well,” Brendan groaned. His hand found a fist full of Simon’s hair, tugging his head forward as his hips pushed up, almost sliding his cock into the other man’s throat. “Nice and easy now…”

Simon whined around his cock, head moving slowly in time with Brendan’s gentle thrusts. Behind him, the balls of his feet were pressed against his ass, almost painfully, and if he shifted them just a little bit to the left until they pushed right against the plug inside him. He moved with slow motions, not wanting to catch Brendan’s attention, and pressed one foot against the plug, forcing it against his prostate.

His hips moved in a slow grinding motion as he took Brendan’s cock deeper into his mouth. He slid one of his hands away from where it was resting on Brendan’s knee and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking him in time with each bob of his head.

Brendan made a pleased noise in his throat and watched Simon from beneath heavy lidded eyes, marveling at plump lips wrapped around him and flushed cheeks, the way his floppy puppy dog ears would fall into his eyes every time he brought his head forward.

It was perverse and one of the most beautiful sights Brendan ever had the fortune of seeing. Drool leaked from Simon’s bottom lip, dripping down and landing on his balls in a wet spill before sliding down and disappearing against his perineum.

“Ngh—fuck—good little cock sucker,” Brendan groaned throatily, pressing further into Simon’s throat. “Mmh, I remember when you could barely take an inch of me.”

Simon whined at the embarrassing reminder, flashes of his first time sucking Brendan off invading his mind, the way he’d spit and sputtered the second his thick cock had pushed against the back of his tongue.

The teary eyes and red face had been hot—the cuts on Brendan’s thighs from where Simon’s nails had instinctively dug into his skin, not so much.

Brendan paused and hummed to himself. Well—maybe a little hot.

Simon tried to pull off to respond, but Brendan pushed his head down with a grunt. “I didn’t ask for a reply. Your mouth has a better use than talking, mutt.”

His body burned , cock dribbling between his thighs. He pushed his heel harder into his prostate and moaned around Brendan’s cock. He allowed himself to look up, eyelids heavy as his eyes met Brendan’s.

The other man’s body was flushed down to his chest, sweat dripping down the side of his neck as he panted, bottom lip shiny with spit. He was looking at Simon as if he was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever laid his eyes on—it was intoxicating, almost stealing his breath and making him choke.

Brendan moaned at the feeling of Simon’s throat flexing around him. His head knocked back as his hips jerked up, balls tingling.

God, he was going to cum.

Brendan pulled Simon off of his cock with a groan. “Get on the bed,” he said, taking the time to wipe some of the spit away from Simon’s bottom lip. “On all fours.”

Simon leaned into the touch of Brendan’s hand against his mouth, reeling when it was suddenly jerked away from him, before crawling onto the bed with shaky legs.

Brendan was on his knees behind him within an instant, pulling the tail plug free abruptly which caused a broken whine to fall from Simon’s lips, his hips pushing back in a silent plea to put it back.

“Brendan—“

“Hush,” Brendan said, spreading Simon’s hole apart with two thumbs, watching the way it pulsed and clenched, “do you want my cock or not?”

Simon felt dizzy. “Please.” His back arched, pushing his ass out again in a wanton display. “In me…”

Brendan pulled his hands away from Simon and grabbed the aching cock between his legs, thick and wet, stroking a calloused hand along his shaft before he pressed the round tip against the pucker of Simon’s hole.

“Ask me again.”

The flush on his cheeks was permanent by now, his plump lips squished against the skin of his arm where his head was resting. “I-In me. Please, please—“ his sentence ended with a soft little bark and a wag of his bottom, smearing the pre leaking from Brendan’s cock all over his hole.

Brendan sank into Simon slowly, stretching his walls at an agonizing pace that allowed him to feel every shift inside him. It was mind numbing in a way that made his legs shake, hands digging into the duvet beneath him with a soft moan.

“Oh—“

Distantly, he could feel the floppy ears on top of his head resting against his cheek, a muted sensation in comparison to the cock spearing him open.

“Tight—little puppy,” Brendan groaned lowly. He leaned down so that his mouth was directly next to Simon’s ear, hairy chest pressed against his back, “so good for me. So wet—fuck.”

Simon felt bloated on his cock, so deep he was almost worried it was pushing against his intestines. “Move—please, Brendan. Wanna feel it.”

Brendan’s hands found his, adjusting them until they were next to his face, the weight of Brendan’s pushing them down and locking him in place. And then his hips started to move.

The weight was crushing him, fucking him forward with every thrust like a rag doll.

“U-Uhn—Brendan—ah!” His words were shaky from the force of Brendan’s movements.

“Move back onto me,” Brendan grunted. “Use your hips, pup.”

The command makes Simon suck in a breath. He didn’t think he could manage to even turn his head like this. “But—“

“Do it.”

Simon sucked in a breath. His eyes were stinging now, tears threatening to spill over his lashes as he whined low in his throat. His hips moved on their own, meeting each of Brendan’s powerful thrusts with an obscene smacking sound.

“Ah—ah, ah—Bren—”

The puppy ears on top of his head flopped with every rough jerk. “Look at those stupid fucking ears,” Brendan laughed. “Dumb fucking dog, bark for me.”

Simon’s cock ached and swung between his legs. “Arf—Arf!”

Brendan’s hand came up to wrap around the back of Simon’s collar, tugging it backwards harshly so that his head snapped up, choking him. He slipped his fingers inside Simon’s mouth and pressed them against his tongue.

Simon let out a broken wheezing sound, his hand instinctively shooting up to his neck with a harsh cough, but without his other hand to support him he fell forward, face first into the mattress.

“Brendan,” he whined, voice muffled and choked by both the collar and Brendan’s fingers. They pressed hard against his palate.

“That doesn’t sound like barking,” Brendan snapped. His hips were moving at an agonizing pace, fucking into Simon so roughly the red was starting the slide against the floor. It would’ve been painful if not for the way his cock was drilling into Simon’s prostate.

“M’sorry. Arf, arf, arf!” he barked out. He was loud by now and there was no doubt in his mind that Cheryl could hear them downstairs.

“Good boy, who’s my good puppy?” Brendan cooed in that sweet, condescending tone that always made Simon tremble.

“Me—I’m your good puppy—I’m good, I’m good,” he sniffled. He wanted so badly to reach between his legs and grab his cock, but he knew that Brendan would turn mean again if he did.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Brendan pointed to the puddle of pre that had formed between Simon’s legs on the mattress, a pool of white staining dark fabric.

Simon’s legs pressed together instinctively, trying to hide his pathetic cock from the man above him, but in this position it made him look like a baby deer trying to stand.

Brendan’s chuckle was cruel. “Nasty little slut, don’t hide from me,” he spat before slipping his knee between Simon’s legs, forcing them apart again as his cock continued to ram into his prostate.

The action made Simon slide further down the mattress with a muffled cry. His cock was bouncing between his legs, smacking him against the tummy and leaving a smear of precum against the sparse hairs there.

“Mmh—mmh—Brendan…Bren,” Simon moans out loudly. “I’m—I’m not a slut.”

Brendan’s arms locked around Simon’s elbows, pulling him up until he was balanced in the air, using the new found leverage to pull him back into each of his thrusts. He bounced like rubber against the floor, hair and puppy ears flopping wildly.

The new angle pushed him so much deeper.

“Then why are you making such a fucking mess?” He sounded so mean, his voice a deep growl.

His balls smacked between his thighs from how roughly he was being fucked into, used like a brainless toy. It sounded obscene. “I don’t know—I don’t know—“

“You don’t know?” Brendan’s mouth was right next to his ear, his mustache tickling his skin. “Stupid mutt, yes you do. Say it, say you’re a slut.”

Drool leaked from Simon’s mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his neck as he panted, open mouthed. “I’m a slut—I’m a slut, I’m your slut. Brendan—yours.”

Brendan’s cock spurted a bit inside him. He pushed Simon down all at once, palm pressed flat against the side of his face against the bed, fucking into him as hard as he could. “Mine, mine—my puppy, mine.”

Simon was so loud it sounded like he was screaming. “Hah—ah—gonna cum, gonna cum—Brendan, please, can I, can I, can I—“

“Cum for me, fucking cum—now,” Brendan pounded into him, mumbling and whining to himself as his own orgasm approached fast—right there, right there—

Simon came with a yell, completely untouched, his hips jerking and eyes rolling as cum spurted out of him.

Brendan was right behind him, cumming with a moan that was muffled into Simon’s neck, keeping his hips still so every drop of cum made it inside his wet hole.

He could feel every spurt that entered his body, plugging him full, and his body gave a weak clench around Brendan’s cock.

Simon panted heavily, his body slowly sinking down until he fell flat on his tummy, his cock laying directly in the sticky mess of cum below.

He felt boneless, widening on a wave of intense bliss that seemed to go down to his toes. He almost didn’t register the strong body leaning over him.

Brendan’s mustache always tickled when he kissed Simon, the soft hairs brushing against his cheek. Kisses were placed everywhere, all along his face and neck, down to the center of his back.

Many people wouldn’t have believed how gentle Brendan was after sex.

“You did so good, Simon,” Brendan praised between kisses, pressing one after the other on his blushing cheeks, his affection making him feel soft and small.

“I did?” Simon couldn’t help but to ask, not bothering to dwell on how embarrassing he’d find it later on.

“Yeah, you’re such a good puppy,” he cooed, his hand moving to the collar locked around Simon’s throat to remove it.

Simon suddenly smacked his hand away with a frantic whine. “N-No—don’t take it off.”

Brendan paused. “M’putting you in the damn bath after this, the water will ruin the leather.”

His eyes squeezed shut, hand clutching onto his collar desperately. “Don’t want it off. Don’t…don’t make me.” He hated how soft he got after sex—the way he turned into something so tooth rotting sweet, his outer shell cracked open for Brendan to poke and prod.

A heavy sigh left Brendan’s lips, but he kissed Simon softly on the mouth before pulling away and petting his head. “Alright. You can leave it on.”

A happy growl left Simon’s lips, snuggling his face into his pillow like a dog leaving behind its scent.

Brendan smiled at him fondly. “Come on, you’re getting in the bath.”

Simon let out a grumpy whine, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made him look like an angry pitbull. “Don’t wanna take a bath…”

“You stink like a mutt,” Brendan griped, pulling Simon off the bed. “Come on.”

“No—“ he was cut off with a high pitched squeak as Brendan pulled him from the bed, dragging him to his feet. “Brendan—not fair.”

He was tugged into the bathroom on wobbly legs. It was a miracle he didn’t faceplant onto the tiles.

“When have I ever been fair?”

Simon could only pout.

Brendan reached forward and plucked the puppy ears from Simon’s head, smiling at the way his floppy hair stuck to the sides of his face and in random directions from the sweat. He ran his hand through it playfully, as if he was petting him, before kissing him softly on the lips, taking Simon by surprise.

“You’re…cute,” Brendan said begrudgingly, pulling away.

Simon’s eyes almost pierced into his, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Not the word most people would use to describe me.”

“No?” he snorted.

“No…I usually get scary.” He looked far too pleased with that.

Brendan reached forward to turn on the water, shoving the plug in the drain as he went. “Nah, you’re not scary.”

“You don’t think so?” Simon asked, teasing.

“Nah. Too…” he searched for the right word, debating how much he wanted to inflate the other man’s ego. “pretty to be scary.”

That pulled a genuine laugh out of Simon. “Oh, so I’m pretty now?”

Brendan pointed to the tub. “Get in.”

“Answer the question first,” Simon smiled.

Brendan resisted the urge to smack him across the face. “Yes, you’re very pretty, now get in the tub.”

Simon crawled into the tub with a grin, sinking into the warm water. “So, would you say your type is pretty men, then?”

“Apparently my type is annoying bisexuals,” he snapped, pushing his head roughly. “Now shut your mouth and let me clean you.”

“I feel ‘annoying’ is a little harsh,” Simon protested and a wet washcloth smacked him in the face. “Ow—“

“You’re such a brat,” Brendan groused as he began to wash Simon’s face, his touch far gentler than his tone. He looked down at the collar around his throat. “Let me take that off—I don’t want it to get ruined.” He was trying his best to sound casual, but Simon could hear the edge in his voice.

“But I like it,” Simon mumbled. He looked up at Brendan through his lashes. He looked nervous. “Why are you so worried about it?”

Brendan huffed. “It’s nothing—it’s just…nothing.”

Simon pinched his arm. “What is it?”

“It’s the first gift I ever got you and it was expensive or whatever…don’t go messing it up, yeah?”

Ah.

Simon hugged his knees with a small huff. “Alright fine, you can take it off.”

Brendan’s shoulders visibly sagged in relief. He reached up the undo the collar, treating it with gentle hands before he placed it on the counter.

Simon found the out of character worrying cute, smiling up at Brendan fondly, but his expression didn’t last long when a cup of water was dumped on his head.

“Hey—“

Brendan poured another cup full over his head, gentler this time, his hands working through Simon’s hair to distribute the moisture. “You’ve got cum in your hair, how did that even happen?”

“Well I don’t know,” Simon huffed, cheeks pinking. “You’re gross, it’s probably your fault.”

He received a look in return as Brendan reached over to grab his shampoo. “Don’t act like you’re not—“

“Don’t put your shampoo on my head,” Simon interrupted, pushing Brendan’s hand away. “I’m not using that 3 in 1 stuff.”

“Don’t start.”

“Use my shampoo, Brendan.” Simon forcefully shoved the fancy bottle in his hand. “You’re not ruining my hair with that.”

“Ruining—shampoo is shampoo, Walker, what are you talking about?” Brendan sounded exasperated, but he took the bottle from Simon nonetheless, squirting a small amount in his hand before lathering on through Simon’s hair.

“This is why your hair feels like straw,” Simon muttered. He leaned into Brendan’s touch with a soft noise, basking in the feeling of thick fingers massaging his scalp.

“My hair feels fine,” Brendan said, sounding much softer now as he watched Simon relax under his touch. “You’re just a princess.”

That made Simon’s cheeks flush darker. “Don’t call me that…”

“Lean your head back,” Brendan instructed him softly, guiding him gently with his hand before rinsing his hair, covering Simon’s eyes with his hand so the soap wouldn’t fall into them.

Brendan couldn’t stop looking at him. He looked beautiful always, but especially like this, with his cheeks flush and his hair wet. It made his stomach twist and cramp.

He prayed about it more than once—asking God how somehow so perfect was allowed to exist and how he was lucky enough to have him.

He kissed Simon’s cheek, then, nuzzling his nose against his jaw briefly before pulling back. “I…” he trailed off, swallowing hard. The words felt trapped inside his throat.

Simon was looking at him hard. “What is it?”

God, you’re beautiful.

“I..I love you,” he murmured.

Simon twitched, a small tremor that almost went unnoticed. “Love you too,” he said it quickly, quieter than even Brendan had. It was silly—they’d been together for two years and they could still barely—

Brendan kissed him on the mouth, his tongue prying his lips open so that he could invade the damp space, their tongues brushing together in a slow drag that made heat spark in Simon’s belly.

They broke apart with a wet noise, spit connecting their bottom lips together. Brendan was looking at him through heavy lids. “Hand me that soap, would ya?”

Simon blinked heavily. His hands shook as he handed the bar of soap over, watching Brendan lather up the washcloth quietly. His brain felt heavy, entrenched in the kind of fog he only experienced from Brendan’s touches or his kisses.

The washcloth met his face, washing it with the kind of gentleness that felt like it should only be reserved for small animals or fragile heirlooms.

“M’not a baby, you know,” Simon protested quietly, but they both knew he didn’t mean it.

Brendan cupped his chin. “I’d never break something so pretty.”

Simon hated that he felt like he might cry. “I love you.” He said it first this time.

Brendan stared at him for one long moment before kissing his eyelids. “Love you too.”

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