boy toys | femdom

✰ | discipline ;

"Leon's here, we're going to make--" I open the bedroom door before pausing. Slater's still fast asleep, taking up the whole bed and barely making use of the pillows besides as arm rests. His chest rises and falls, slightly scarred skin mixed in with the soft tones of the blankets. I pat the bed before poking his side. "Hey, big guy," His eyes flutter open and he pulls his arm up, inviting me into the bed. "Leon's here. We're going to bake cookies,"

His eyelids droop. "Wha?" God, his sleepy voice was so cute. Deep and raspy, slightly confused.

"Going to bake cookies. Wake up sometime soon, okay?" I can already see him falling back asleep.

"Mmm... 'kay..." And... we lost him. Talk about a heavy sleeper. I guess it was still pretty early, the sun was still starting to rise. His hair was ruffled but he looked peaceful.

I make my way out of the room. How could someone sleep so much? Is that why he's so tall? Leon perks up as he catches sight of me, looking away from the episode of Hell's Kitchen that I put on. "Is it time?"

"Yep. Slater needs his precious beauty sleep." He clicks the button to preheat the oven and I join him with a big bowl. "I'll do the mixing." I grab a spatula, and he nods, distracted by the episode once more. "Bring your list of questions." I slide mine to the side, written on several sticky notes piled up on each other.

"O-Oh, right." Leon picks up the notebook, before flipping to the correct page. He was surprisingly really diligent. We compiled a list of questions, following our seemingly rushed relationship. It did seem quick, bringing Leon in while Slater and I had years of history. He hands me the flour. "What's your favorite flavor of cake?"

"Strawberry." I poured it in and it created a slight cloud of white. We stare for a second. This might get messier than we thought. "What's my name in your contacts?"

Leon freezes. And turns bright red. "I don't want to play any—" I grab his arm and give him the sweetest smile. Now I'm really curious.

"Leon."

He goes on his phone. He tilts his screen to me, before looking away. 'Lover Girl.' I blink. What's there to be embarrassed about?

"Where's my name? Are you trying to hide my identity—"

"No, no, it's not like that!"

"How many other girls do you have on your phone under such a vague nickname--" Leon looks like he's about to cry. He clicks back to the contacts and scrolls through for me, showing rows of mundane, lower-cased names.

"No one, you're the only one that--" I laugh, shaking my head.

"I'm just joking, Leon, it's fine. Slater just has me as a star and explosion emojis. A supernova, he thinks he's funny." Leon pouts at me, putting his phone away. He hands me the sugar. I pour. "Aw, don't be mad. I think yours is better, for the record." Leon looks away with a small huff.

"What's the first thing you notice about a person?" He moves on, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Honestly, I notice how Slater reacts to them. He has this too-cool-to-care persona, but he's got a lot of opinions. Otherwise, I think the way they talk. How they choose their words. What volume they speak at and all of that." I laugh to myself slightly, smiling. "You were scared shitless back then. I like the way you have a whine to your voice, it makes everything you say cute."

"I don't." Leon retorts, his cheeks dusting pink. He's so reactive. "It's only with you that I don't feel like I have to be... rough. " I know it all too well. When he faced Slater, his voice evened out. And at the bar when there was a fight, there was enough edge and harshness to him that reminded me of the ring. He gives me the baking... uh, I don't know. I just toss it in.