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《Sugar Daddy.》

Kink: Sugar daddy x Sugar baby, daddy kink.

Promt: Sam and Colby are best friends, well Colby thought they were. It started when Sam randomly started to buy Colby things he liked and never let him pay back. Well, Sam never let Colby pay for anything. So Colby is in a bit of a mix, is Sam his sugar daddy or his best friend? Is he his sugar baby?

I'm not really into this "Daddy kink" but anyway. It was an idea and Ideas don't go to waste. And I was listening to; Ice on my baby. So ya perfect song.

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《No one's POV 》

Sam and Colby had been friends for years, their bond formed over shared adventures and a love of fun. Colby, tall and handsome with brown hair and blue eyes, always the life of the party, and Sam, his blonde-haired, blue-eyed counterpart, always up for a good time. Their friendship was electric, and they brought out the best in each other. But recently, things had shifted slightly, and Colby wasn't sure how to process these new developments.

It started with small gestures, Sam picking up the tab more often than not when they went out, insisting on treating Colby to expensive meals and drinks. At first, Colby protested, but Sam would have none of it, waving away his concerns with a smile and a nudge. "Consider it my pleasure, buddy. You can get the next one." But the 'next one' never seemed to come, as Sam always beat Colby to the punch, ensuring their evenings were always funded by his seemingly bottomless wallet.

Then came the gifts. Sam seemed to have an uncanny ability to know exactly what Colby wanted, and these desires would magically materialize in the form of presents. A new video game, the limited edition one that Colby had been eyeing for months but couldn't justify the expense. A sleek, designer jacket that hugged Colby's broad shoulders perfectly, making him look like an urbane adventurer. Even a state-of-the-art laptop, which Colby knew must have cost a small fortune.

"Sam, I can't accept this," Colby protested, his voice cracking slightly as he held the sleek device in his hands. "This is way too much."

Sam just grinned, that impish look in his eye that Colby had come to know so well. "It's nothing, really. I just wanted to show my appreciation for our friendship. Consider it an early Christmas present."

Colby's heart skipped a beat at the thought of it being a 'Christmas present.' He knew he shouldn't read too much into it, but his mind began to wander, his curiosity piqued. Was this just a kind gesture from a friend, or was there something more to it? He decided to tread lightly, not wanting to spoil what they had by making assumptions.

As the weeks went on, their dynamic continued to evolve. Sam's gestures became more frequent and intimate, little touches here and there that sent shivers down Colby's spine. A hand on his lower back as they walked through a crowded bar, a casual arm around his shoulders as they watched a movie, their legs brushing against each other on the couch. Colby found himself craving these moments, his body responding in ways he hadn't expected.

One night, after a particularly fun evening out, they returned to Sam's place, a little tipsy and full of laughter. As they collapsed on the couch, Sam leaned in close, his breath warm on Colby's ear. "You know, Colby," he murmured, "I've always considered you one of my best friends."