You ordered Brahms to go to sleep, they came to his dark room, you turned on the light and Brahms left that rusty metal tube on top of the drawer in front of his bed before lying down, tucked him in and said goodnight.

"Kiss...?"

He told you with that soft voice and at the same time hoarse, you refused to kiss him, it would be his punishment, you turned around but he pulled you not very the wrist.

"Kiss..."

He insisted that you kiss him goodnight.