"I swear to god, I will throw my fucking shoe at you if you don't shut up!"
Brendon is a curious little hybrid who takes a particular shine to Dallon.
Dallon is honestly just trying to have a normal life.
Until Brendon comes along and fucks that up...
Okay holy shit, the amount of comments that keep flooding into this fic has me doing fucking backflips with happiness! I'm nearing 3K comments and that's a fucking lot for me, especially for a smaller scale fic like this! And I can't thank you all enough!
I'm so fucking pumped for Kinky boots, I shit you not. I cannot wait for it, and I can't wait for all of the HQ pics of Brendon in heels.
I'm around 100 comments off of 3K and like what the fuck??? I hit 2K like 4 chapters ago holy fucking shit you guys bless me so much
Told myself I'd come upstairs and finish off a science paper and an English essay but in reality I'm writing this for you so u better all love me ((((:
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"Daddddddddddddy!"Brendon is calling from one side of the house, stripped himself of his clothes and remains in a pair of his favourite cotton soft underwear and one of Dallons shirts, the exact same shirt that he had been wearing the day before. It was common for Dallon to wake up in the morning and find that clothes he had thrown in the hamper the day before sprawled out onto the floor because Brendon wanted to wear his shirt. He found it endearing.
Dallon adores it whenever Brendon wears his clothes, he finds it adorable the way that Brendon is too small to be wearing his shirts or jumpers and how it drowns him, falling over his thighs and even sometimes to his knees. As much as Dallon found it weird at the start - because nobody ever wore his clothes before Brendon came along - now it was normal and he wouldn't change it in the world to have Brendon wear his clothes.
Wearing Dallons clothes is what Brendon loves to do too, especially whenever Dallon hasn't washed them yet because it still smells like him - and c'mon, he's part cat, he likes to have a comfort smell! It's comforting, especially during those days that Dallon - whether as Dallon or as his Daddy - is away at work and Brendon can't be close to him.
Big Brendon had lasted for a while and it was a good change in the house to have normal conversations - which often or not ended up with childish bickering between the pair - and to have intimate moments together. Dallon cherishes those times where he and Brendon can make out on the touch or have stupid conversations at 3am about which Animal they'd likely want to be.
"Daddy? Where are 'ou?"Brendon calls out, clutching the picture he had drew for his Daddy in his hands as he starts to climb the stairs in search for his Daddy. They were supposed to be going to Tyler and Josh's house for a play date along with Ryan and Pete, but Dallon had gotten a phone call and told Brendon to occupy himself for awhile until he was done.
That was almost an hour ago.
Still holding onto the picture as carefully as possible, Brendon's kitten tail sways behind him with every step that he takes towards down the hallway and to Dallons music studio. He's almost never allowed in here whenever he's Little, mostly because his Daddy is afraid he'll break something or hurt himself.
