O Sol e a Lua

Money Honey

Manhattan, New York
6/11/2099

[Y/n] has a problem, and it's money spending. It's barely the day after and he's already running around stores and buying clothes and other unnecessary stuff, it's not the future lawyer's fault he likes to dress nice.

"Hey sunshine? Would you be willing to wear something...tight for tonight?"

Matthew, who is the one paying for all of [Y/n]'s clothes, puts his hand on [Y/n]'s lower back. The other doesn't seem to mind Matthew's -questionable- hand placement.

"What's tonight again?"

"Im meeting up with a business buddy of mine, you'll be my plus one."

"Okay!"

If [Y/n] remembers correctly, Matthew did infact say something about going to a bar the day before. Without further questioning [Y/n] picks up a free flowing top. Its simplicity makes it appealing to the eye, it has a deep v line neck showing most of the collar bone and more. Long sleeves with a bell form at the end accompany the shirt. This shirt was a certain must get.

"Matthew, I think that's all i'll buy."

"You sure? You usually buy a lot more."

[Y/n] just smiles and gives Matthew a quick kiss on the cheek, a normal thing for the [E/c] eyed male to do. Matthew blushes a little, he'll never get used to that.

"I have the perfect pants for this shirt, i'll pay you back Matthew!"

With a charming grin, [Y/n] dragged Matthew to pay for the items, he might as well be called [Y/n]'s sugar daddy. [Y/n] knows he has Matthew wrapped around his pinky finger, but he's too sweet to ever take advantage of that and leave him to die.

"Matthew, I promise to pay you back."

"You don't have to sunshine."

[Y/n] looks up at the taller man, soaking in all of his features graced with the evening sun. Slight eyebags, black frigid hair which is parted on one side, square glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His build was far from small or weak in fact he reminded [Y/n] of a chubbier Miguel, Matthew could pass of as a dilf too!

If not for his student badge, Matthew could have been easily mistaken for [Y/n]'s college professor. Oh how nice must it feels to look so young but be in your 20's.

"Matthew, we're here."

Matthew is ripped off from his (ogling) thoughts, having arrived in [Y/n]'s apartment gate.

"What did you say the code was again?"

"It's 7804."

Matthew nods as he reaches an arm through the window, typing in the same numbers [Y/n] had told him. The gate quickly opens, Matthew's fancy car roars to life once more making [Y/n] smile.

"Matthew, there was this one neighbor right? I think he was just as big as you are!"

"Big?"

"Uh huh! Like he had muscles that just blew my mind, I want to be his gym buddy."

[Y/n] talks with his mouth and hands, animatedly. He blabbers on about all of his new neighbors,such as Victoria and Miguel.