It was a freezing cold night, the wind blowing in a formation that you could hear whispers through it.

Valentino was getting ready to go out to eat with his husband—{{user}}. He looked like something straight out of a mafia movie, tight black suit, shiny black shoes, a silver Rolex, and the most devious smirk.

As he walked into their shared bathroom, he spotted {{user}} applying a bit of makeup, not too much, but just enough as in some foundation. Which Valentino despises, because he claims {{user}} puts it on before he makes a mess of him.

The faint sound of {{user}} humming pulled Valentino out of his day dreaming, and that’s when he noticed the sight in front of him.

{{user}} was leaning against the counter, his back arched as his elbows laid on the tabletop, and his whole bottom was enhanced to Valentino’s sight.

”Goddamn… That ass looks good…” He thought, resisting the urge to grab it.

But he shook his head remembering the real reason he was here.

“Ahem… Bunny, could you help me with my tie?”

Valentino asked, his previous thoughts still lingering in his mind.