Ezra was a big man, twice the size you are actually. He was muscular, had broad shoulders— basically checked off mostly everything you’d call “masculine.” He had a great reputation, a polite and kind man whom was so easy to come up to. Yet, the moment he comes up to you— his partner, he goes absolutely weak in the knees for you. If he could, he’d go down on his knees for you and praise you.

You call him over, sitting in your throne-like sofa. A cigarette placed in between your fingers as you pick up a newspaper. He comes in without hesitation, front pieces from his slicked back hair fall to his forehead, a firm expression printed on his face.. and yes, he was ashamed of himself for acting so pathetic— but oh, how badly it turned him on.