Erotic and indulgent shorts and fictions from the Getting In Deep series, starring Louis and Will. Not for young eyes. +18 only. Contains, soft vore, oral sex, loud sex, intimate moments, fluffy moments, pet names, snow days, playing house, whipp...
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Papers, magazine cutouts, and equations sat in piles on Will's desk. Will, heedless of the slippery magazine paper that threatened to kiss the ground, kept taking notes from his screen.
When Reese arrived, he was surprised to see Will at work before everyone else in Main Tech.
"Getting a head start on a case?" asked Reese.
"No." Will tabbed his screen and frowned. "I'm helping Louis find a house."
"Really?" Reese wondered how far Louis and Will had gotten in their relationship. "Why would he want to move?"
Reese walked around Will's desk to look at the screen.
When house hunting, most people research realtors, property tax, curb appeal, square footage, adequate bathrooms, and zoning issues. The normal challenges one would find on HGTV remodeling shows. Reese expected to see Zillow listings, or Homefinder. Maybe even Architectural Digest. He hadn't expected Barbie's Malibu Dream Home from Toys-R-Us.
Reese blinked, wondering if the morning caffeine had yet to kick in. "A dollhouse?"
Louis walked into Main Tech with two mugs. "Yeah, because everything I found is, in Will's words, "dinky plastic trash"."
"They don't even have it proportioned right. I did the calculations," said Will, scrolling through the preview images of other child-sized dollhouses. "The bathtub is right next to the door. Bathroom doors swing inwards. Who designs these?"
"They are meant for playing with, not living in," said Louis, nursing his second cup of coffee and handing Will his tea. They had spent the last half hour descending into a research spiral of toy sites, looking at houses and miniatures. Louis began thinking this was actually worse than real house hunting.
Real houses don't usually deal in that much pink.
"I have a civil engineering degree, I'm allowed to be offended," said Will.
"You would be offended at the construction of a gingerbread house."
"Those are for decoration and eating. It's not the same thing."
"One moment. I feel like I need a little bit of clarification." Reese struggled to catch up with the train of thought Louis and Will had gotten on, apparently leaving him behind at the station. "Louis, why are you in the market for a dollhouse?"
Louis sat and spun his chair to catch the slipping pile of magazine clippings. "Because some nights I'm sleeping in a shoebox on Rachel's desk."
There had been long days when Louis was too exhausted to switch back from his tiny sized self and had to sleep in Rachel's office. His "room" consisted of a shoe box with a tiny flat pillow for a mattress, a linen square for a blanket, a charging stand for his large sized phone, and a rectangular hole for a door.
