Brian scolded himself for succumbing to Matt's desire to be his master, chocolate eyes rolling towards the heavens. Master indeed. They both knew who wore the pants in their relationship, and it certainly wasn't the hunk of beefcake that stood before him. Brian could admit that he liked to be dominated in the bedroom, loved it when Matt had his rough way with him. And okay, he quite liked being taken care of too. But he would soon put a stop to this Master business. Adjusting the tie around his middle, Brian slipped into the kitchen, looking pointedly at Matt's feet. "What have I told you about wearing shoes in the house Matthew?"
Arching a perfectly manicured brow in the direction of said shoes, Brian placed his hand on his hip and waited for Matt to remove them. "Thank you," he exclaimed, sassily, watching Matt grumble to himself as he walked down the stairs, throwing his shoes into the cupboard below them. "While you're down there, you may as well get a bottle of lube," Brian called out, smirking to himself as he arranged himself on top of the counter. Silk robe falling to the floor, he adjusted the tops of his stockings and lay back in wait.
(I love sassy Brian
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@ Synful Cocktail