Page 137 of Smart Ass

Half of Oliver’s camera feeds went out and he lost a couple milliseconds because he was just so… happy.

This was… this was exactly what he looked like. Or maybe where he wanted to be? He wasn’t sure where the line was between them, but the space felt right.

He could already imagine stretching out into it. The sunny rooms and the landscaped grounds would be his to enjoy every day. He could expand outward, but put down roots as well. He didn’t know for sure, but doubted he’d have even a moment of trouble settling it to a new configuration.

And Ben could see that, too.

He heard a sniffle, and realized it had come out of his own speakers.

Ben’s eyes widened. “Oliver? You okay?”

Oliver kind of wished he could nod right now because words were hard. He sniffled again. “Yeah. Just don’t know what to say.”

“I know, man. It’s a lot.”

Oliver sucked in a sniff. This was probably how Ben had felt when he transitioned. When people finally called him he. But that wasn’t it. “No, it’s just… you. I can’t…”

Ben got a mischievous look on his face. “You can try, Thank you, Ben.”

Now Oliver was laughing while he was crying. “How about, I’ve been going light on punishments because we’re in an apartment with thin walls, but when we’re in our new home, I won’t need to hold back.”

Ben shivered deliciously, even as he tried to shrug it off. Glorious, complicated Ben with his allergy to emotions.

Oliver recovered and made his voice go deep. “Oh, don’t worry, subby. I’m already planning your punishments now. We’ll fit out the whole house. New curtains, some manacles attached to the walls, a few kitchen mods, a sturdy cross for the living room…”

“God, Oliver. You’re gonna make me come again.”

“That’s the idea. Have you seen how many rooms that house has? I’m thinking we need a workshop and a bedroom, but the rest of the house will be my dungeon.”

“We’ll need several workshops,” Ben put in, just to be difficult.

“Several workshops. But the garage… It’s already full of mech bots. So many pincers. And they’re very strong…”

“Jesus, Oliver.” Ben grabbed his cock, waking it back up with a few rough motions.

“Don’t stop, baby. Our house is going to be perfect.”