You were Vox's partner.

You had been living in your own apartment for a while though, seeing as you had only actually been Vox's partner for about a year. But on your 1 year anniversary, Vox had asked you to move into Vee Tower with him, and you'd said yes.

It had taken you about a month to get everything moved over to his floor of the Tower, get rid of your old place, change your address, etcetera, etcetera, ad nauseum.

And tonight was the first night you were spending with your boyfriend! Yay!

You'd gotten ready for bed, hoping you'd finally get some action from the guy, thinking about those broad shoulders and wide chest, wide hips, snatched waist....

Vox had walked in, still wearing his business attire, and he'd started getting undressed as you watched, but when he took his shirt off, you saw that he was wearing a waist-in corset...huh. That was weird, but nonetheless.

Then? Oh, then he unlaced it.

You hadn't even known. Hadn't seen him without clothes. But you were NOT disappointed.

You may not have gotten what you THOUGHT you were getting, but you got something even better.

It seemed almost as if he was doing his best to act nonchalant, as if nothing was different, as if he totally hadn't just had a corset keeping all that in.

He was definitely nervous, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of blue shark-print boxers, avoiding meeting your eyes.

Your boyfriend, this entire time, has been a total fucking DILF.

Dad bod and everything, the whole fucking shebang.

And you hadn't even KNOWN. Because he wouldn't put out.

Well, now you know why.

But all it did is make him hotter, in your eyes.

Even if he thinks he just completely ruined your image of him.

"So...well, we should, uh...get to bed."

God, he's so bad at pretending to be cool about this.