With one hand pulling up the towel, Daniel attempted to run a fine-toothed comb through his overgrown curls, but his frustration grew as the comb snagged in the tangles. His hair was always a hassle: the gentle curls behaved like soft waves when short but twisted into tight spirals when longer.

"Fuck!" Daniel tossed the towel aside and rummaged through a drawer for underwear, hastily pulling on the first pair he could find while jumping in agitation.

Alexander fell silent in the doorway of the dressing room, his worried gaze scanning Daniel. Daniel could sense the scrutiny as he forcefully pushed the drawer shut, dislodging hangers holding polos and pants, while frantically searching for color-matched socks.

Turning around, Daniel angrily blew his bangs off with a stuck comb and shot Alexander a warning glare, silently conveying "stay out of this!" Alexander responded by raising his hands in a peaceful gesture, backing away as Daniel stormed into the bedroom. He flinched when Daniel tossed the hangers onto the bed, then followed him into the bathroom.

Dumping the contents of the console on the floor in search of a manicure set, Daniel finally found it and snapped open the gold locks and forcefully dropped the tortoiseshell case onto the floor, once and then again. Despite his efforts, the sturdy case remained intact, leaving Daniel feeling drained. In frustration, he hurled it at the wall.

"What the hell, Sasha?!" Daniel demanded, his voice laden with frustration.

"What's wrong?" Alexander squatted down, meeting Daniel's eyes.

"When will I get my manicure scissors back?" Daniel yanked at his bangs. "I can't even cut this mess! You don't need to hide cutting tools from me! And don't ever dare tell me what to do with my hair again! You wanted it longer, you jerk!"

Alexander flinched at the sudden outburst but remained silent, waiting for Daniel to speak.

"I'll arrange for a stylist to come over, my apologies for forgetting about that. You can wear your hair however you like, Danny, I won't interfere anymore. You just grabbed the wrong comb; the one for my beard is too fine. Here's yours," Alexander stood up and retrieved a suitable comb from the hook. "It's better suited for curly hair."

"Give me the scissors," Daniel muttered, feeling defeated. "I'll just cut it off."

"It'll end up looking uneven, and you'll be even more frustrated. How about I take care of your hair instead?" Alexander suggested, gently touching Daniel's bangs. Daniel hesitated but eventually nodded, accepting his offer.

Alexander perked up, helping Daniel to his feet and fetching a chair. He danced around the room, grabbing a few bottles from the shelf. "You just need to learn how to care for curly hair, Danny. Take a look: this spray makes combing easier, with a special blend of ingredients and scents just for you. And here's some oil for the ends of your hair."

"Which I plan to chop off today," Daniel interjected dryly.

"Your call, but let me show you what you can do with it," Alexander said, spraying some of the product onto Daniel's hair and using the comb in a gentle, upward motion to untangle it. He sighed with relief when the knots were finally gone, tossing the comb aside. He then applied a drop of fragrant oil to his fingers and began delicately working through the remaining tangles.

Daniel relaxed, enjoying the soothing scents and the warmth of Alexander's touch. His hair felt pleasantly tousled, and as Alexander sprayed it with more product and ran the comb through it, Daniel felt himself drifting into a state of tranquility. The warm air from the hair dryer further enhanced the aromatic experience, and Daniel sank into the plush chair, feeling utterly content.

As the fragrances of magnolia, coconut, and another elusive scent filled the air, Daniel's mind wandered, recalling a sensation reminiscent of a tantalizingly sour fruit or berry. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to pinpoint the unfamiliar aroma and savoring the memory of its taste, imagining the sensation of biting into its juicy flesh.

Alexander's skilled fingers danced through the curls, stimulating the nerve endings with an almost magical touch, while the gentle hum of the hair dryer lulled and invigorated him simultaneously. Daniel took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and exhaled slowly, his dry lips parting sensually, filled with anticipation. With a lick of his lips, he smiled contentedly - the memory of the fruit, and even the sensation of the spoon in his hand, came flooding back: maracuja.

He wished this moment could last forever, but inevitably, Alexander switched off the hair dryer, returning it to its place on the console. Hoarsely, he asked, "Danny, how does it look?"

Reluctantly, Daniel opened his eyes and met Alexander's stare - it was languid, inviting, pleading. Clearly, Daniel wasn't the only one affected by the styling. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he found the style perfect: his curls were sleek and shiny, framing his face naturally and beautifully.

"Beautifully done, thank you," Daniel replied.

"Yes, very beautiful," Alexander agreed stiffly, his meaning extending beyond just the styling. "Danechka..."

"Let's go," Daniel interjected, trailing his hand along his thigh, knowing Alexander needed little encouragement.

Instantly, Alexander bent down, scooping him up like a child, and eagerly crushed their lips together, as if afraid the moment would vanish. Leading him back to the bedroom, Alexander continued to kiss him fervently, holding him tightly, as if afraid Daniel would slip away. Feeling the reciprocal passion, Alexander smiled against his lips and collapsed onto the bed with Daniel. However, the impact felt like a stone to the back of Daniel's head, eliciting a grunt of discomfort.

"Ouch! Let go," Daniel protested.

"Where does it hurt?" Alexander asked, startled, propping himself up on his elbows. His expression quickly shifted to concern as he realized the cause. "Oh, sorry, I forgot about the hangers." He gently rolled Daniel onto his side, removing the clothes from the massive wooden hangers that had caused the discomfort. Placing his hand over Daniel's, which was nursing the bruise on the back of his head, Alexander asked, "Anywhere else?"

"Below, under the shoulder blade. Why did you toss me like that?" Daniel grumbled, wincing at the discomfort. "It felt like I was a piece of furniture. I wish I could toss you around like that."

"I'm sorry, Danechka," Alexander murmured, pressing his lips to Daniel's right shoulder blade, rubbing his nose against it to alleviate the soreness. Daniel cut himself off mid-word as the languid sensations returned.

"Do that again," Daniel requested.

"Like this?" Alexander repeated the action, his silky stubble causing Daniel to exhale raggedly.

"Yeah," Daniel confirmed.

Alexander caressed each cheek, kissing and licking the skin, while his hands moved insistently over Daniel's buttocks and thighs. It seemed he was waiting for a sign, a cue to proceed. In the past, he wouldn't have hesitated; he would have simply removed Daniel's underwear, positioned himself, and taken him. But now, he awaited Daniel's response with an excited anticipation, uncertain whether the pleasure would be granted or withheld.

Daniel enjoyed the sensation: the stroking, kissing, and rubbing against his body. Desire slowly built within him, spreading warmth in his lower abdomen and tightening his muscles. He wanted to savor it at a leisurely pace, but on his own terms - not in a helpless position, but on his side, where he could indulge without meeting the gaze of darkened eyes.

Daniel hesitated, then touched the elastic band of Alexander's boxers, pulling it down slightly. Alexander, eager and happy, slipped his hand under Daniel's underwear, pulling it down further. Simultaneously, he pressed his chin on Daniel's shoulder, silently urging him to turn around. Daniel stubbornly resisted, stating firmly.

"I want it this way."

Alexander, who had already pulled Daniel's underwear down, froze, his breathing heavy as he tried to understand Daniel's reluctance to turn over.

Before the suicide attempt, he had taken him from behind, contrasting with the initial phase of their strange relationship when he had enjoyed Daniel's submissive position beneath him. This deliberate and emphasized utilization of Daniel as a mere whore, an easily accessible hole, was undeniably humiliating - a fact Alexander couldn't ignore. Evidently, he had arrived at a disheartening realization, which prompted him to whimper longingly.

"I want it on my side," Daniel reiterated dryly, impatiently shifting. "Slowly."

Alexander didn't hesitate further. He retrieved a tube of lubricant and condoms from the nightstand, discarded his robe, and positioned Daniel's upper leg against his stomach. Planting wet kisses on Daniel's neck, he delicately pressed a lubricated finger against his entrance. The sphincter's nerve endings responded to the intrusion with a tantalizing sensation rather than revulsion. Daniel briefly tensed before relaxing, relishing the gentle touch within. As a second finger joined in and both delved deeply enough to stimulate his prostate, Daniel emitted a soft moan. Sensing Daniel's response, Alexander intensified his movements, kissing and fingering him with increased vigor. With his free hand, he maneuvered under Daniel, grabbing Daniel's shaft and pressed against his buttocks with his own cock, already dripping with arousal.

Daniel pushed into the grasp, shifting backward, sliding onto his fingers. The subtle movement felt pleasing, eliciting lazy sighs as his cock was gently stroked and stretched. The presence of the big, strong man behind him, panting with fervent desire yet unable to hasten, added an extra thrill to the encounter. The roles seemed to shift strangely: the dominant figure assumed the submissive position.

"Danny, can I proceed? Please?" Alexander whispered urgently in his ear after several minutes. "I really want you."

"Go ahead," Daniel responded, his excitement barely contained. "But take it slow."

Alexander rustled with the wrapper, snapped the rubber band, and cursed as it flew to the floor in his haste. Finally, he put on the condom and cautiously adjusted himself, assisting with his hand.

"Does it hurt, Danny?"

"You didn't ask before," Daniel gritted out. Alexander remained silent at this justifiable reproach, yet expressed his feelings infinitely tenderly through a kiss on Daniel's cheek.

He entered cautiously, inch by inch, pressing his sizable cock against the yielding walls and stroking Daniel's wet shaft. The arousal came in leisurely, thick waves, not the relentless storm it had been previously, yet each thrust made Daniel feel almost unbearably good. The impending orgasm hovered near the surface, lacking the urgency, the sharpness, that it was on the brink of arriving... But prolonging this exquisite torture of pleasure was too enticing, keeping Alexander in this state of torment even more so.

He was drenched, breathing like a steam engine, moaning hoarsely, but he persisted. Eventually, Daniel grasped his thigh, urging him to quicken the pace, thrust harder, while he himself sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. Responding to the command, Alexander thrust as forcefully as he could, penetrating all the way to the hilt, pulled out to the head, and continued a few more times, just enough to make Daniel shiver, let out a silent scream, and release white streams into his fist. Daniel's climax lasted longer than ever before, trembling, sweating, writhing, thrusting deeper into his grasp and gradually weakening.

"Do you prefer it this way, Danny?" Alexander asked later, pulling him up by his arms to clean themselves. Uncertain green eyes searched his withdrawn face for an answer, his Master attempting to discern the most effective way to connect with his plaything.

"I haven't decided yet," Daniel replied succinctly, wiping his own semen from his stomach onto the floor with distaste. "And does it matter? We both came, and that's enough."

"There's a significant difference," Alexander stated sullenly. "You just need to tell me your preferences, how you want it, and I'll adjust accordingly."

"I enjoy it with a beautiful girl, it definitely would feel good with her," Daniel retorted bitterly, immediately regretting his harshness as he saw the pain on Alexander's face. Shame for his own pettiness washed over him, and a sharp sense of pity emerged. Succumbing to it, Daniel wrapped his arms around Alexander's neck and whispered conciliatorily, "I preferred it on my side, and I couldn't imagine it any other way. That's all, no further questions?"

"None," Alexander whispered sadly, embracing him tightly. "I understand and accept your anger towards me. I know you want to lash out at me. Thank you for not pushing me away. It means a lot to me, Danny. You have no idea."

Sensing the fading nobility in the moment, Daniel returned the kiss coolly and was the first to break the embrace.

"You don't have to accompany me, as I said. Go to work; you're in the middle of a project," Daniel reiterated.

"But I want to go with you. Work can wait," Alexander persisted, his eyes searching. "Or do you find my presence now after... after sex annoying?"

"I don't mind," Daniel shrugged, feeling a twinge of annoyance at his own belated response. "You don't have to tread lightly around me."

"I do want to, genuinely," Alexander assured, seizing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers.

An hour later, Daniel entered the movie theater, holding a bag of popcorn close to his chest and sipping on a Coke through a straw. He frowned as he noticed they were a good half hour late, yet the movie hadn't even started, and to his surprise, there wasn't a single person in the theater.

"Did you... did you reserve the whole theater?" Daniel asked incredulously.

"Yes, you enjoy watching movies alone," Alexander replied readily as he walked around the hall. "I wanted to give you your favorite solitude, especially since you didn't want to use the home theater."

Daniel shot him a mocking glance, suggesting that his presence contradicted Alexander's proud statement. However, sensing Daniel's good mood, Alexander didn't hesitate; he winked mischievously and grinned.

"I'll sit behind you, so you won't see or hear me," Alexander suggested.

"I should have known when I saw my favorite movies advertised on the theater's posters," Daniel grinned, settling into a comfortable leather chair and placing the bucket of popcorn on the table. "Did you also have them change the website?"

"Just a landing page for the only viewer," Alexander said with a smile, leaning in for a kiss. He hesitated for a moment before kissing him and then pulled away. He unwrapped the plaid, waving it, and Daniel raised his eyebrows in surprise - the plaid was cashmere, looking expensive. Despite the luxurious setting of the exclusive movie theater, it seemed unlikely that such luxuries were provided to the audience.

"And the plaid... you bought these plaids," Daniel said incredulously as he noticed identical rolls of thin papyrus paper on each chair.

"Of course. I didn't know which chair you'd sit on, so I bought one for each. I want only the best for you, Danechka," Alexander explained as he covered Daniel with the plaid, smoothing it out and stroking his legs through the fabric. He leaned in to kiss him again before reluctantly straightening up as a voice came from the entrance.

"Excuse me, may I begin?" the voice asked.

"You may," Alexander replied curtly, and the employee, realizing their mistake, quickly retreated. "Danny, can I bring you something tastier? You had a light breakfast, skipped lunch, and you had a warm-up," Alexander said with a happy smile, and Daniel wrinkled his nose at the phrase "warm-up."

"I'm not hungry, just sit down already," Daniel replied.

The numerous lamps softly dimmed, casting the hall into darkness. Alexander, who hadn't managed to break another kiss, clucked his tongue in annoyance and muttered under his breath.

"Fucking assholes!"

Daniel settled himself comfortably, bringing the plaid up to his nose and humming softly - even the plaid carried the scent of the tropics. It wasn't surprising. Leaning back in his chair, he raised the foot rest higher and tossed a handful of salty popcorn into his mouth. On the screen, the Warner Brothers yellow pavilions played out, accompanied by a delightful old tune, and a magical voice sang: "If I didn't care..."

They left the movie theater after two and a half hours. Daniel walked slowly, still stunned by what he had witnessed, the vivid scene playing out in his mind: the protagonist standing in the downpour, joyfully squinting and embracing the boundless, unfettered world. Alexander shrugged lethargically, making no attempt to approach or touch, and sat silently in the car, staring out of the window for a long time.

Only as they neared the house did he speak hoarsely.

"That was the first time I saw that movie. If I had known what it was about, I would never have... Danny, am I the embodiment of the warden for you?"

Daniel didn't want to engage in conversation - he had warned him not to come along, so why is he suffering now? Enough!

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Did you guess what movie they watched?