Wax

Forty Five

A/N: Would you look at that! An hour early! /.\ Thank you for waiting the last two days hehe it bought me enough time to finish this chapter and also plan well for the next one coming up on Sunday. I think talking about my writing to someone else also helped to fuel and renew my strength a little to press on. 

I'm planning to finish the Brave Love manuscript for publishing over the next two weeks and make the deadline for the cover design and putting it all together ;v; 

Again, thank you for waiting and for those who commented and showed their care and concern for me last week, I really, really appreciate you. I read all comments by the way, and I also try to respond to DMs on Instagram if I can ;-; 

If you did like last week's steamy chapter, I was intending to do a special for Leroy's birthday (13 August) but I don't think I can make it because I want to get chapter 46 out first. I might then have the special chapter after chapter 46 HAHAHA. Am I in the mood to write some plot-heavy-but-maybe-also-steamy-AUs? Maybe.

Enjoy.

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[Vanilla]

There is something one must understand about seducing a partner—things don't necessarily always go as planned. In fact, I'd say they never do; or at least I haven't quite personally experienced an instance of planned seduction, no, though I quite like to think myself capable of it. After all, what else should be required of the seducer apart from well-simulated conversations, some thorough reading, and light research supported by real-life observations and demonstrations?

Well. Quite frankly everything.

As it appears, I am terrible at seduction. Only a fool would fall for those silly little tricks of mine (if there were any in the first place directed not at said fool) powered by the passion of wine and the past, contingent upon circumstances like Italian doors and comfy duvets. The latter was what kept me in bed, listening to the muffled voices coming from the hallway and briefly registering the soreness of my thighs.

I glanced over at the loveseat not far away, taking in a little Leo curled up and fast asleep against his canine companion—who'd surprisingly taken notice of my waking consciousness. His tail wagged once. I laughed and reached out to pet him but remained slightly out of reach.

"You're awake."

Alas, the criminal made his entrance. I turned to see him with laundered clothes fit snugly in garment bags, one labeled with his name and the other with mine. He draped them carelessly over the desk chair, one on top of the other, before crossing the room with a glass of water.

"How's your head?" He held out the peace offering and with his other hand, supported my back as I straightened up.

"I'm..." My mind struggled to start. "What time is it?"

"Past midnight." "Dear god. How long was I..." "More than an hour. You passed out in the tub while we were cleaning up. Had me going there for a bit." His laugh was short but affectionate. I mused privately. "Well. You couldn't have expected that not to happen after coercing me into ejaculating twice within the span of a... a minute or less." He was smirking now. "Coh-erse." "Yes, it means bullying." "No it doesn't." "Hm! I'm surprised you know that." "...only because you clearly fucking liked what I was doing—" "Oh be quiet. This is getting quite out of hand, you being so full of yourself. You were a menace alright. Twice! In the span of a minute!" "...wasn't very hard." "Wh—! H-how dare you. How... how d... that's not... stop looking at me like that." "Okay, tell me how I should look at you." "Don't look at me." "I like looking at you." "And I really need to draft that arrest warrant." "Been at it for years haven't you."