Revivebur (slightly canon)

Why don't you be a good boy and tell him what you want? This story is told from a male perspective.

Revivebur (slightly canon)

Why don't you be a good boy and tell him what you want? This story is told from a male perspective.

Wilbur's thumb rubbed against the bottom of his lover's bottom lip. He had been back for about a month now and things couldn't have been smoother. Aside from his relationship with an ex 'lover' he should say.

But, with many apologies which hopefully weren't empty promises and some heartfelt moments, his lover finally decided to forgive Wilbur for leaving him for death. They were never even in an actual relationship, why did he care so much?

That wasn't something to focus on right now. It'd been 13 fucking years for Wilbur, or at least it felt like it now. And here he stood in his bedroom, everyone gone, with this gorgeous man on his knees.

"Come on," he whispered. "Be a good boy and tell me what you want..." It was more so a demand than a request. He needed him to say what he needed, what he couldn't live without, what only Wilbur could give him. He honestly wouldn't even mind if he yelled and screamed, getting mad for leaving. Though he'd much rather a different use for his mouth.