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“Whatever,” I grab the t-shirt, “when I like something I put it on me, it doesn’t mean anything, you don’t-”
“I got you something too.”
I pause with the t-shirt half on my arm, eyeing him. “What?”
He shrugs, his eyes dropping once again to the new tattoo. “But if it doesn’t mean anything, then…”
“Oh,” I drop the shirt, squinting my eyes at him, “fuck you.”
The corner of his lips tilt up slightly. “No, but I’ll fuck you.”
And my heart skips a beat.
I open my hands wide. “Well? Gift me then.”
“Which one?” he asks, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, now you think you’re a gift?”
He rolls his eyes and walks over to a small table beside the couch, pulling open a drawer. When he turns around, he’s holding a pair of gym socks… with unicorns on them.
“Shut the fuck up.” My mouth drops open as I take in the gorgeous blue socks with magical unicorn heads all over them.
He holds them out to me, and I immediately push my suit pants down and remove my own socks so I can wear these right fucking now.
“I saw them and… thought of you,” Ty says, an edge of uncertainty to his voice.
I look into his eyes as I stand before him in my boxers and magic socks. “They’re absolute perfection. And I have a million questions for you.”
He huffs out a breath. “Figures.”
“But first.” My eyes drop to his dick. “I want my other gift.”
He smirks, and steps towards me. My hands slide around his waist as our lips meet, and we fall into a hot and desperate kiss. With each stroke of his tongue on mine, the tension I’ve carried over the past few days slips away, and I feel more like myself. Comfort settles, and it’s like this is right where I’m supposed to be.
Ty walks me backwards towards the bedroom, our lips still locked.
“Please tell me you have lube,” I murmur against his lips.
“I do.”
“Merry fucking Christmas to my ass.”
Ty pushes me onto the bed and pulls his sweatpants down, and his shirt over his head. I remove my boxers, and when he reaches for my socks, I jerk my foot away from him.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
He blinks at me. “You’re going to wear these while I fuck you?”
I blink right back at him. “You think I’m not going to wear these while you fuck me?”
He silently stares down at me, like he can’t possibly fathom this idea.
“You gave them to me,” I point out. “You made your bed, now fucking lie in it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he sighs. He gestures with his hand for me to roll over.
I do, even though my initial urge is to push back against his orders. But I know where this is going… he wants a sweet treat. And who am I to deny him this pleasure?
