boy toys | femdom

✰ | part 2 ;

I sit on the edge of the bed, sighing as I looked at my phone. Slater was dozing off beside me, on his stomach as usual, a couple of bruises dappling his side. I guess that was the most comfortable position he could find, especially after matches. I brush my fingers against his lower back, tracing the gentle slope of his spine.

His skin is warm, completely relaxed as he lets out a faint 'mm?'. The boxer is heavy with sleep and when I don't respond, just tracing my finger against him from side to side, he tucks his head further into the pillows.

If there was something I loved about Slater, it was his back. Broad and muscular, but soft to the touch. His spine lowered naturally into the bed, before sloping along the incline of his torso, cradled between his shoulder blades.

I drag my fingers up, to which his breathing slows, his muscles rippling as his shoulders knit together. He tenses beneath my attention, puffing out a breath. I kept my touch light, the pads of my hands whispering up his back. Deliberately taking my time, I know he's fully aware of my touch.

He anticipated it, leaning in slightly as I flatten my palm against him. His shoulders tense, almost unwillingly, before coaxing my hands back down by relaxing his posture. Slater's breathing is different too, inhaling as I slid my hand up, then exhaling as I dragged it down. Up... down... up... down...

I notice a faint blush on the bottom of his neck and I reach up, not breaking contact with his skin as my hand curves against his hair. Soft and a bit tangled from sleep. Slater lets out a breath, content to let me poke and touch as I see fit. He lets out soft hums every so often as I feel him, moving from his hair to his neck, then down. My fingers glide against him, slow, meticulous.

I rest my hand against his lower back, before laying down perpendicularly. I rest my head against his shoulders, resting my cheek on his skin.

Watching him breathe has always been calming.

"Slater." He inhales, before scrubbing a hand down his face. The boxer hums a response, seemingly dozing off for a second. "Do you remember the chocolates that we had that one time?" He turns slightly, but his eyes don't meet mine, focusing on the edge of the bed in concentration as he thought.

"The... the crunchy ones you liked? Or the, uh," He pauses to think. "The caramels?" Slater starts to push himself up, fumbling around as I rolled off of him in doing so. He pats around the mattress, searching for a brief moment. "Where's my jacket?" He mumbles. I stare up at him from my spot on the bed, raising an eyebrow. "Where did we get them again?"

Is he... is he planning on buying them? Already? He doesn't even know what I want, but he's already on his feet, shrugging on a leather jacket.

I quirk up the side of my lips. "Different chocolates. Special ones." I clarify. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Everything is special to you, sweetheart, you have to be more specific. Elaborate." He grumbles, zipping the jacket all the way up. I pull the blankets over me, relishing in his leftover warmth. Slater's an amazing bed warmer.

"You know what I mean."

"Nova.

I hum, pretending to think. "The ones that help you fuck." His eyebrows shoot up and he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He already knows which direction I'm heading with this. Slater's eyes are pinned on the ceiling as he chooses his words carefully. He nods, acknowledging me.

"Are you sure? This isn't to substitute the situation with Margo, right?" I look at him. Then, look away. "I know who I want, and that's Leon and you. You're perfect and you're going to stay mine. Don't try to ignore—"