He really wasn't planning on doing anything. A few drinks with Dane and his friends, and then a few drinks with Lucian's coworkers--that sounded good. He hadn't thought much about being another year older, but Lucian tended not to focus on things like that. What mattered was the moment, and how he felt.
Honestly, he felt pretty amazing. Most of that was probably because of his boyfriend--or rather, not his boyfriend. He'd wanted nothing more than to ask him, but was fairly certain he'd scare his little coyote off. So he kept it in the back of his head, where it became a little nagging presence, constantly telling him he's probably not good enough for Dane. Not a good dom, not a good boyfriend... It wouldn't stop him from trying.
Besides, it's his birthday. Lucian refused to think of shitty things on his birthday. Dane had said take a weekend off and he was hesitant to--he hates not working, always has--but he'd reluctantly obeyed. He refused not to go out with his coworkers, though, but it was his usual hour or so pint and then a quick move back home.
He wasn't expecting the notes. Lucian wasn't really expecting anything, but when he closed the front door he locked it, just in case. The note, the keyring... It's the second note that sent a jolt straight to his cock. He walks a little fast, boots hitting the floor and echoing, and his breath catches in his throat as he comes across the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.
The bed and toys are great, too, he supposes, but Dane.
He's glad the other is blindfolded because the fact that he's grinning like an idiot would certainly spoil the mood. Instead, he puts on his game face, takes a sharp breath, and then dangles the key ring loudly. It jangles and jingles angrily, sharp in the silence, and Lucian scoffs as he moves around the room, examining everything from every angle.
Honestly, he's touched. No one has ever done this for him, and all he can think about is the price. He keeps his voice cold, devoid of much emotion other than disapproval.
"I'm expected to play with you? That's hardly much of a birthday present, given how much of a little shit you are. Did you think this will make me happy?"
He moves forward, leering at Dane even if he can't see it, and gives him a sharp smack across the face. "Hmmm? Did you really think someone like you could be what I want?"
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Honestly, he felt pretty amazing. Most of that was probably because of his boyfriend--or rather, not his boyfriend. He'd wanted nothing more than to ask him, but was fairly certain he'd scare his little coyote off. So he kept it in the back of his head, where it became a little nagging presence, constantly telling him he's probably not good enough for Dane. Not a good dom, not a good boyfriend... It wouldn't stop him from trying.
Besides, it's his birthday. Lucian refused to think of shitty things on his birthday. Dane had said take a weekend off and he was hesitant to--he hates not working, always has--but he'd reluctantly obeyed. He refused not to go out with his coworkers, though, but it was his usual hour or so pint and then a quick move back home.
He wasn't expecting the notes. Lucian wasn't really expecting anything, but when he closed the front door he locked it, just in case. The note, the keyring... It's the second note that sent a jolt straight to his cock. He walks a little fast, boots hitting the floor and echoing, and his breath catches in his throat as he comes across the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.
The bed and toys are great, too, he supposes, but Dane.
He's glad the other is blindfolded because the fact that he's grinning like an idiot would certainly spoil the mood. Instead, he puts on his game face, takes a sharp breath, and then dangles the key ring loudly. It jangles and jingles angrily, sharp in the silence, and Lucian scoffs as he moves around the room, examining everything from every angle.
Honestly, he's touched. No one has ever done this for him, and all he can think about is the price. He keeps his voice cold, devoid of much emotion other than disapproval.
"I'm expected to play with you? That's hardly much of a birthday present, given how much of a little shit you are. Did you think this will make me happy?"
He moves forward, leering at Dane even if he can't see it, and gives him a sharp smack across the face. "Hmmm? Did you really think someone like you could be what I want?"
Oh, he already had plans.