I’m sobbing I just had the most shit ass day at work (it was our busiest day of the year and I have been running back and forth helping my employees and shouting at the top of my lungs to direct patron traffic for the last 10 hours). I am sore, exhausted, my head is KILLING me, I’m nauseas, hungry, and I want nothing more than to crawl in to bed (which, when I went to work, was naked aside from pillows because one of the cats peed on it). I was like “fuck it I’m just gonna pass out on the naked bed I’m too tired to deal with anything”
But I came upstairs to my room and bruh. 😭 while I was at work my partners cleaned my room, finished washing my bedding, put my bed back to rights, and even hung up the tapestry that’s been shoved under my nightstand for weeks because I haven’t had time to put it up. I’m sobbing real tears I do not deserve these boys
I treat my future self as a animal to care for. Like ah yes I need to curl and prop the pillows up properly so later the creature can burrow for sleep. Or what if I bunched blankets like rails to make it more secure for resting so less scary
The door to Sam's room is kicked down unceremoniously.
"Birthday sex, birthday dinner and party, then birthday sex again," David says in that dom tone he knows Sammy loves, striding in already shirtless with the utmost confidence, "I'm eating your ass until you can't form words; bend over,"
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"GUH-"
Up until David's arrival, Samuel had been busy reading a book and making notes on the worldbuilding. Not for work, but simply because making notes for research was fun.
And then his boyfriend burst in like a lime kool-aid man, making Samuel bounce in place as he squeaked in shock-
-aaaand a fabulous blush grew across his face at the sight of David shirtless. Those large muscles that seemed to bulge with every step he took, the way his top scars seemed to make his chest look even bigger, all that dark hair covering him and making his pooch look oh-so ready to squeeze, that demanding tone...
"Uh, bwuh..." Right. Right. Gotta make real mouth sounds so big bear can hear words. "I- I mean, hngh."
A minute later he finally got his words together, ears flapping away, "....W-well, if it's my birthday, then surely it's not fair for me to be doing so much work, hm?"
Cheekily, he grinned through his blush and raise his hands, "No uppies to my bed for the birthday boy, big man?"