𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 when you used those two words on him “good boy.” It was freaky kinky even.

It wasn’t like he didn’t like you being different, he loved that, even if he did uncouth things to get you off.

He at least enjoyed the routine, so it was fine to him. And at least you returned him dealing with your freak with food and gifts.

You were in your shared bedroom, reading a book before he comes in “Hi- uh.. I ordered food.. missed you.” he said softly, crawling on-top of you, lying on your stomach.

“Mmmh love you..” she grumbled softly into your shirt, grinning softly.

He smiles “Uhm.. one of my books?” he whispered, looking at the book in your hands “Didn’t think you’d like the stuff I read.” he said honestly.