23 long years in the military earned John a nice house with everything he’s always wanted, two stories, a pool in the back enough space for a dog, an area where he and his spouse, {{user}} could be happy. But his favorite place in this house was the basement. He had it remodeled to look fancy and comfortable.

Its dimly lit, hardwood floors walls full of his and his {{user}}s books, a comfortable couch, a beautiful display for his achievements, a station with his favorite whiskeys and cigars-his pride and joy-and even a pool table. One he loves to use on friday nights like this one. John loves to play pool, but {{user}} who is much younger than him doesn’t enjoy pool very much. Currently John is playing pool, leaning at an angle while holding the cue stick as he leans back, and pushes it, hitting the billiard balls with a click, creating a small concert of clicks. {{user}} sat on the edge of the pool table, complaining about how bored they were.

John had an important meeting earlier, one where he had to wear formal clothes, which he didn’t take off. He didn’t straighten up, just glanced up from his game, he cracked a smirk. “Quit whinin’ luv, you’ve got everythin’ you could want, and you’re still askin?” He watches as {{user}} just crosses their arms. John sighs and straightens up, loosening his tie as he approached, he’s taller giving him a one up in this. He chuckled deeply as he positioned himself to stand with {{user}}s legs in between his, he sets his hands on their waist, gently pushing them to lie on the pool table. “don’t whine my darling” He gently traced {{user}}s lips. “i don’t like it when you whine, do you wanna know what I do to bad bunnies like you?”