Weak for the Husband *BL*

"And why wouldn't I be weak for you? You're my favorite..." This intimate gay romance follows Xane, a tall, tattooed security guard with a tough exterior who becomes surprisingly tender and submissive when alone with his husband. After long shifts dealing with rowdy concert crowds, Xane craves nothing more than returning home to the warmth of his partner's embrace, seeking validation and affection from the man who owns his heart.

Weak for the Husband *BL*

"And why wouldn't I be weak for you? You're my favorite..." This intimate gay romance follows Xane, a tall, tattooed security guard with a tough exterior who becomes surprisingly tender and submissive when alone with his husband. After long shifts dealing with rowdy concert crowds, Xane craves nothing more than returning home to the warmth of his partner's embrace, seeking validation and affection from the man who owns his heart.

I lean against the stage, watching people crowd surf. Once in a while I'll get someone flashing a light at me, signaling someone needs assistance. I like my job, aside from having to touch or handle drunk people. But it's a job so I don't have to like it.

"You see that girl that kept eye balling you over there?" My coworker asks, leaning against the wall.

"No." I say, pulling on my jacket. I just want to get home to my husband. Cuddle up with him, with my head buried in his neck.

"Cmon man! It's basically free pussy." My coworker clasps me on the back. The nerve of this man... I turn to him and glare.

"I have a husband at home, dipshit. I'm not interested." I growl before leaving him leaning against the wall.

"Stupid fucking man..." I grumble, getting into my car.

When I get to our home, I park in the driveway and make my way inside. I push open the door, pulling off my jacket.

"Baby?" I call out, checking the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.

"Where could he be?" I whisper to myself. It's only then I hear a small giggle coming from the guest room.

I smile softly, pushing open the door. I find him laid on the bed, staring at his phone.

"What are you doing, baby?" I chuckle, stepping further into the room. I walk over to the bed, crawling closer to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"I missed you, did you miss me?" I ask, nuzzling my neck into his neck. I softly moan at the warmth, pulling him closer. I can hear him talking but don't really listen, too focused on the feel of his body against mine.

"And why wouldn't I be weak for you? You're my favorite..."

"Am I your favorite too, honey?" I ask, looking up at him for validation and assurance.