“The sweetest,” Toy replied with a smile, eyes tracking the motion of Gavin’s finger under the waistband of his cropped linen pants. They were light, airy, easy to remove. He’d thought it out, imagined exactly this, calloused fingers brushing the skin of his hip.
Gavin was kind, too kind. Kinder than Toy ever expected to be treated. “I’m not. But I’m learning to be okay with that.” Perfection wasn’t an attainable goal. He had to be enough without it. Toy chuckled, a shiver running up his spine at the thought of being over Gavin’s knee. “You don’t need an excuse. As long as you cuddle me after.” He ran his fingers through Gavin’s hair, giving the soft touches he craved.
God, he really was. The sweetest. Toy's skin was so soft under his fingers. He could stay like this for hours, drifting kisses over his skin and staring up at the submissive with something very close to adoration in his eyes.
Toy was right, of course, perfection wasn't a goal anyone should have. But it was hard to not think of the other as anything other than perfect when he was splayed beneath him so sweetly, so tempting. "Mmm, noted. Definitely something to be explored." His cock throbbed at the mere idea of throwing Toy over his knee. "For now, I just want to watch you fall apart. "Raise your hips," he muttered, fingers hooking in his waist band to pull down those airy pants.














