CW: first writing post, be nice I beg of you
He’s leaning against the counter like he owns the room without trying to. Arms folded. Broad shoulders relaxed. Watching. They’re bored... which is always when trouble starts.
“You’re so soft,” they tease, stepping into his space. A finger presses into his chest. “Big teddy bear. All that size and no bite.”
He doesn’t react. Just that slow, knowing smile.
They circle him a little, grinning, eyes bright with mischief. “I swear, you couldn’t handle me if you tried. You don’t even stop me. I talk, I push, I do whatever I want… and you just stand there.” A laugh. Light. Challenging.
“Face it. I’m the dominant one here. You can’t do shit.” The words are sharp, but the tone is playful, bait tossed deliberately. He exhales through his nose, amused. Tilts his head slightly. Still calm. Still steady.
“I could stop you,” he says, voice low and even. “You just like seeing how far you can go.” That makes them step closer. Close enough that their words brush his jaw. “Oh yeah?” they murmur. “Then stop me.”
They keep going. Another insult. Another smirk. Fingers tugging at his shirt like they’re daring him to snap. But he doesn’t snap.
And then.. his hands slide to their waist. Warm. Firm. Certain. The shift is instant.
He lifts them effortlessly, like gravity decided to cooperate with him instead. Their back meets the wall with a soft thud, not harsh, just enough to steal the breath for a second. Their laughter falters into something thinner. Still smiling. But aware now.
He steps in close, caging them with that solid frame. One forearm braced beside their head. The other steady at their waist, holding them there without strain.
No anger in his face. No rush. Just control.
“You done?” he asks quietly. The air gettinh tighter. Charged.
They’re still grinning, but it’s different now smaller. Warmer. Heart beating a little faster.
“Thought I couldn’t do shit?” he hums, almost conversational. Silence stretches between them. Not uncomfortable. Heavy.
“You gonna behave?” he asks, softer this time.
He holds their gaze for another second just making sure. Making them feel it. Then he lowers them carefully back to the floor, hands lingering just long enough to remind them he could do it again.
He smooths a hand over their hair, calm as ever. A kiss pressed to their forehead. Gentle. Deliberate. And just like that, the room settles.
They got their fun. And he proved his point.
