Warning: smut

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It had been a relaxing day so far. Arielle and Bowie were staying over with a family friend, Quentin, and Randy was spending a day with just him and his husband. They were making lunch together now, and Randy couldn't wait to dig in. Randy loved his daughter and her system, but it was nice to have the responsibility of a parent and pet owner lifted off his shoulders every once in a while and have some alone time with the love of his life.

Randy's mouth was watering as he looked down at the ham sandwich he was making. Unable to resist, he lifted it to his lips to take a bite.

"Hey, stop that!" Keith laughed. "We haven't sat down at the table yet."

"C'mon, it's just us," Randy argued through a mouthful of ham, cheese, and lettuce.

Keith giggled again, and he leaned forward with an open mouth to take a bite out of Randy's sandwich. Pulling away, Randy couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"What the hell, babe!?" Randy cried out after swallowing, though he was more amused than annoyed. "You have your own!"

"I'm skinnier than a twig," Keith humored him. "I need to eat!"

Back and forth, the married couple exchanged playful banter. When they had finally calmed down, they went back to eating their lunch at the kitchen counter. When they were halfway finished, an idea popped into Randy's mind, a memory he had tucked away to save for later. It was completely random, but it was an amusing one.

"Hey Keith," Randy piped up, "have I ever told you about the time I saw Brittany's titties?"

Keith froze, his teeth clamped over his seventh bite of his sandwich. Ah, yes. Brittany. Randy's first and only girlfriend. The girl Keith had hated with a passion as a teenager. For a moment, he considered asking Randy not to talk about her. But he was curious. Maybe he could use this to teach Randy a lesson.

At last, Keith raised an eyebrow and put down his sandwich.

"Go on, dear," he said slowly.

Not taking the hint, Randy began the story. He explained how one day when he and Brittany were dating, she had invited him over to her place. Brittany's mother was quite rich, and she didn't approve of Brittany dating Randy, as he came from a poor family, so Randy had had to sneak in. After the two had been hanging out for a while, Brittany disappeared into her bathroom and asked Randy to join her in there. Randy had been completely taken by surprise to see that Brittany was completely topless.

"She asked me if they were 'too small,'" Randy chuckled. "When I told her no, she tried to get sexual with me. I know it shouldn't be funny, 'cause she was super fuckin' insecure, but I can't help but laugh when I think about the way I reacted."

By now, Keith had his arms folded tightly against his chest. He was listening intently, and he didn't like the way Randy was laughing about it. He should have known better than to talk about his ex around him. Keith couldn't help but get excited when he thought about the varying ways he could punish him. . . .

At last, Randy stopped laughing and took notice of the borderline frightening scowl on his husband's face. A lump of nervousness appeared in his gut. Had he said something wrong? Should he have not brought that - well, her - up?

"Um . . . was it something I said?" Randy asked with concern.

The next thing Randy knew, he had been backed up against the wall. As the blood rushed to his face, Keith planted his hand on the wall next to Randy's head. He lifted up his other hand to caress Randy's cheek, stroking down to his neck. But despite the gentleness of his hand, Keith's eyes were filled with lust. He leaned in to press his lips to Randy's neck, planting his hands on his waist. Randy struggled to catch his breath as he felt Keith's warm, damp breath against his skin.

"Have you forgotten who you belong to?" Keith said softly, his tone almost dangerous.

"N-no," Randy stuttered. He felt a shiver run up his back as Keith licked his neck.

"Good," Keith said in a low voice. "'Cause I'm not letting you anytime soon."

Randy could tell what Keith was getting at.

"Make me remember," he responded. He struggled to keep the excited quiver from his voice.

"Your wish is my command," Keith whispered.

Randy didn't bother to try and keep in his whimpers as Keith began to alternate between kissing, licking, and biting his neck. Randy felt as though he was melting. It hurt so damn good. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved being marked. He liked having physical proof that he belonged to that special someone - his special someone. It wasn't often when Keith took the dominant role, but Randy had never said he didn't like it. And he wasn't going to now.

"Mmm . . ." Randy hummed, and he closed his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Keith to steady himself as he felt Keith's hands sneak under his shirt. At last, Keith pulled away. Randy could feel what he had left on his neck, and he tried to catch his breath.

"Look at me," Keith said.

Randy opened his eyes. Keith's face was mere inches in front of his own. The ravenous gleam in his indigo eyes almost made him look like a wild animal.

"Breathe through your nose." Keith ordered. "Now say my name."

"Keith~" Randy didn't intend for it to come out as a moan; he felt himself blush again.

"Ah-ah-ah," Keith said softly. Lifting his hand, he stroked Randy's bottom lip with his thumb. "You know the right answer, darling."

Randy held onto Keith tighter. He didn't want to say it . . . no, he did want to say it.

"Say it," Keith whispered.

"D . . . daddy," Randy whimpered at last.

"Good boy," Keith responded. He took hold of Randy's chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. "And d'you know what good boys get?"

"Hm?" Randy hummed.

Keith leaned in to whisper in Randy's ear, "They get rewards."

Randy felt his knees grow weak. He could hear it: Keith was barely holding back.

"D'you want me now?" Keith asked. "Or do you wanna wait?"

Randy almost laughed.

"What kinda fucking question is tha- mmm," Randy was cut off as Keith slammed his lips against his. Randy didn't dare pull away, kissing him back as he gripped the back of Keith's shirt.

"I don't wanna hold back, baby," Keith whispered against Randy's mouth. He sounded almost desperate. "I want it. I wanna have you."

"Then have me," Randy snapped. As if it were even possibly at this point, he pulled Keith closer still. Their noses touched.

"Fuck me good . . ." Randy said softly.

Randy's heart skipped a beat as he saw Keith lick his lips. He directed him to the doorway, kissing him again and again as he nudged Randy into the living room, so fast that Randy almost fell backwards. Randy's heart was pounding lightning fast against his ribs, and he was taken by surprise as Keith suddenly pressed his hands to his cheeks and kissed him hard, right as they had reached the sofa. Randy gasped into Keith's mouth as he fell back onto the cushions, Keith's lips grazing his face as he followed him.

Randy didn't waste time in grabbing Keith's hips when he straddled him, but just as he was about to take off his shirt, Keith stopped him.

"Let me," Keith insisted, his lips pressed against Randy's face. "Just lemme do all the work."

Randy managed a cheeky smirk.

"I don't remember you ever going this fast," he said, almost chuckling.

Just as Randy finished saying this, he was trapped in another kiss. Just as before, Keith snuck his hands under his shirt, only this time, it was yanked off of him.

"Lie down," Keith commanded.

Randy positioned himself so he was lying down on the sofa. Once again, Keith straddled him, and Randy blushed as he took off his shirt. He swooped down for another kiss, and Randy flung his arms around Keith's neck. As they started to make out again, Randy felt his nerves tingle when he felt Keith unbuckling his belt. He ran a hand through Keith's hair and grabbed it, pulling on it.

"Mm!" Keith moaned sharply, and he pulled away slightly to breathe. "You did not just pull my hair."

Randy smirked as he bit his lower lip. He barely had time to take a breath before Keith dove in again, and Randy felt his tongue slip into his mouth. He tasted fresh, smoky. When Keith finally pulled away, Randy was gasping for air. Since when was he so ferocious?

"C'mon, you know you like it," Randy heaved.

Keith looked Randy deep in the eyes, and he smiled.

"You're so smart, baby," he crooned.

Randy's brat protocol was immediately turned off. Oh, god. His praise kink.

"Say my name," Keith said.

Randy pressed his lips tightly together. He wasn't going to say it again. . . .

Suddenly, Randy felt a burst of pleasure flood through him. Keith was moving his hips, grinding against him. As he hovered over him, Randy tried to avoid eye contact, but it was no use. A moan escaped him before he could stop it.

"Say my name, darling," Keith repeated. "One more time."

"Daddy," Randy whimpered at last.

~

Randy's throat was still sore, but he didn't care much. He was lying in bed, and Keith was spooning him, his arm wrapped around his waist from behind and his face buried in the back of his shoulder. After a nice long shower together, they had chosen to rest for a while in bed.

"I don't think you've ever gone so fast," Randy said at last. "Usually you're slow and romantic and shit when you're on top."

"I just wanted to teach you a lesson, my love," Keith replied.

"Did you really hate Brittany that much?" Randy asked incredulously.

Keith seemed to hesitate. Instead of replying, he tightened his grip around Randy's waist.

"She treated me like crap behind your back while you guys were dating." he finally answered, his voice solemn. "She knew I had a crush on you from the start, and she'd often say really nasty shit to me."

Randy's eyes narrowed. How had he not been told this before?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Randy asked. He turned around to face Keith, who looked downhearted.

"Guess I just didn't wanna talk about her," Keith said at last. "Now I know what Liu felt like when you were beating him up on a regular basis."

Randy's eyebrows shot up.

"Was it really that bad?" he asked loudly.

"Well, not physically," Keith admitted. "Though, um . . . she did kick me in the balls once." He was trying to avoid eye contact, like he was ashamed of himself.

Randy was flabbergasted, and he felt his heart sink. What a terrible best friend he had been. He should have noticed. He should have taken better care of Keith, should have looked after him more. That was his duty as a friend, as a lover. Maybe he should have done the same for Brittany, even if he didn't like her. That way, perhaps she wouldn't have treated Keith so awfully.

"You should've told me, mi amor," Randy sighed. "I would've dumped that bitch a lot sooner." He reached over to stroke Keith's cheek, and Keith kissed the palm of his hand.

"I hope she became a better person," Keith said. "For her sake."

Randy nodded.

"Yeah, me too." He paused. "Nobody else will ever come before you, pretty boy. Don't forget that."

Keith smiled.

"I love you, too," he said, and he pulled Randy in for a hug and a kiss.