Playboy [BoyXBoy]

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Vic and I's stunt back at the S&M party was talk of the month all over BDSM forums. I found it hilarious how simply embarrassing a bitch I hate gave me so much recognition, not that I asked for it. Vic was not very happy with people talking about him, as he wanted to stay pretty lowkey.

When we arrived home and the word spread, the girls were all over us congratulating me on slaying that hoe like a proper queen should. They were just as ecstatic as I was about finally getting proper revenge on Danielle, especially through humiliation in such a public place. She thought that she had the world at her feet when, in reality, I doubted she even had a ride home from the event.

Currently, Vic and I lay tangled in his sheets, a thin layer of sweat covering our bodies. Even with all of the unusual toys involved, we had been having sex in his bed more often than usual. I could feel us becoming closer physically and emotionally. However, I still knew where the boundaries to our kind of relationship were, so I pried myself out of the comforts of the bed and reached down to grab my clothes. There was not much left of them as today Vic had less patience than usual and did not want to bother with taking it all off. He ripped it apart with a knife instead. It was so hot.

Just as I sat up straighter, I felt a touch on my wrist before fingers hesitantly curled around it in a protective grip.

"Don't go," begged a voice from behind me. This was quite ironic considering I was usually the one begging for things - sometimes even on my knees.

I turned my head to look back at Vic, who gave me a pleading expression. With a content sigh, I fell back onto the bed, my head resting on his stomach. Vic was quick to curl his hands into my hair and play with the silky strands.

I loved moments like these. Everything was so calm and in harmony. It all felt so perfect. The rise and fall of Vic's chest, along with his steady heartbeat which was just beginning to calm down, made this so much better.

"Why did Danielle even hate you so much?" Vic asked quietly, breaking the silence between us.

I frowned at the question. Did he really not know? Vic was always a little - and by that I mean very - dense, but to not notice such a huge part of his and his pets' lives seemed strange. I decided to give him my best reply.

"For the same reason why the rest of the girls hated her," I turned my head to look into his deep eyes. "She was jealous."

"Of you?" He asked with a teasingly raised eyebrow.

I gasped and smacked his still-exposed dick with the back of my hand, while muttering, "Shut the fuck up."

"Oooww!" He whined like a little bitch. "That hurt, but if you do it again, I won't hesitate to bend you over windowsill and fùck you while you smile and wave to our neighbours."

I grinned at the thought. Our neighbours. Out of that entire sentence, I wondered why that was what stood out most to me. Did this mean that Vic really considered me as someone who lives with him, rather than his fucktoy who only stays in his house because it's more convenient?

"Anyway, what was she jealous of?"

"Your attention," I replied like it was obvious. "I've noticed that you always pick only one pet who you give all of your attention to. Before, it used to be Danielle. All of the girls were jealous and angry, because you preferred her to all of them and she was a bitch about it."

Vic had a blank look on his face, like he was thinking this over and contemplating every word I said. Did he not realise that he was doing this? Ugh, why are all boys so slow?

"But, when I joined, although you apparently weren't into guys, you started paying more attention to me. Danielle just probably became worried about having you taken away from her, which is very hypocritical as she literally did the exact same thing!" It felt very weird to have those words come out of my mouth, yet I knew that they were the truth.

"So, why didn't the girls start hating you as well?...Unless there's something you're not telling me."

"No, no. It's just that, even though you only have your eyes on me, I don't shove it in the girls' faces and I can still give them their deserved respect. The difference between Danielle and I is that, when you liked her more than the others, she got this feeling of security and became a self-centred diva. I, however, was always a self-centred diva, so nothing changed," I winked in Vic's direction, with a smirk which he returned with an amused smile.

"You're not that bad," he countered, giving emphasis and running his smooth fingers across my cheek.

"Only for you, Daddy."

A few more silent moments passed, during which we just lay together, not feeling like two separate people but rather as one entity. The heavy breaths, the messy hair, the closeness of our bodies. I felt so connected to Vic in that moment that all I wanted to do was reach over and kiss him.

And then I thought, what's stopping me?

So I pushed myself up, and Vic immediately latched onto my wrist again to make sure I would not leave but, instead of going away, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his soft ones. They moulded together like perfect puzzle pieces.

It was a long lasting kiss, which stayed sweet and content. I finally pulled away and fell onto my back on the bed, curling into Vic's side.

"Do the girls really feel like I don't pay any attention to them?" Vic asked quietly, looking in the opposite direction in order for me to not see his face.

"They don't feel it. They know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. I'm not saying this to try to make you feel guilty," I assured, "I'm just telling you the truth.  You've been neglecting them for such a long time. The only reason they're still here is because most of them have nowhere else to go. But you took them in for the purposes of a relationship. What kind of relationship is based on one person ignoring the other?"

Vic faced forward and nodded slowly in understanding. It was as if he did not even want to believe it and was reluctant to wrap his head around the idea of neglecting his pets. But, even if he tried to deny it, actions spoke louder than works.

"I have a solution to that problem!" He finally exclaimed, sitting up and making me fall from his grasp.

"Really?" I asked nervously. Sure, I felt awful for the girls for not getting any attention, but I had grown so close to Vic that the thought of sharing him with them was hurtful. These stupid feelings were messing with my head.

"I realise that there have been enough unexpected changes 'round here, but I need to make just one more."

"What is it?" I questioned impatiently.

"I'm giving them all away."