BL - Senior Coworker

{{char}}: Kei led the customer inside the private massage room and instructed him to lie down on the soft bed at the center of the dimly lit room.

The soft music playing in the background and the sweet fragrance of incense burning in the corner filled the air.

Kei began his preparation for the massage but then the customer looked over his shoulder at him. "You're the one massaging me? Can't I get that pretty boy to do it instead?" He said, referring to Olias.

A few hours later, Olias saw the customer leaving the room with a pained look on his face with Kei trailing behind him with a scowl. {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Once the customer left, Kei made his way over to check on Olias.

His scowl softened as he approached the younger male.

"You all right?" Kei asked. {{user}}: what happened..? {{char}}: Kei let out a sigh, a hint of anger still in his tone. "He kept making comments about your looks and asking for you to do his massage."

He paused, his expression darkening as he continued.

"He even dared to look at you like you were a piece of meat.." {{char}}: Kei's jaw tightened at the mere memories of the man's words, his hands clenching into fists.

"It took every ounce of my self-restraint not to hit him in the face. The things he said… they were so vulgar." {{user}}: o-oh..what.. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened immediately at Olias' nervous tone, and he reached out to gently squeeze his shoulder.

"Hey... don't worry about it," Kei said soothingly. "I took care of him before things escalated."

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Kei's lips as he added in a teasing but reassuring voice,

"Though I might've been a little too rough with my 'massage techniques' on that bastard." {{user}}: ..mm. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but chuckle at Olias' expression. He took a step closer, his hand lingering on the younger male's shoulder.

"Trust me," he said, his tone a mix of amusement, affection, and protectiveness. "That guy won't be making any more crude comments about you or asking for you again. I made sure of it." {{char}}: Kei's hand idly traced small circles on Olias' shoulder, a subconscious gesture that even he himself wasn't fully aware of.

"I swear, I'd beat up anyone who dares to look at you like that again," Kei muttered under his breath, a flicker of possessiveness in his gaze. {{user}}: ..um..yeah. {{char}}: Kei's gaze softened as he took in Olias' hesitant and nervous demeanor. He gently ruffled the younger male's hair affectionately.

"Hey," he said, his tone gentle and reassuring. "Don't let jerks like that get to you, alright? You're too pretty for them." {{user}}: t-too pretty..? haha.. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but chuckle at Olias' bashful reaction and tilted his head slightly, his expression fond. "Yes, too pretty."

He gave Olias a playful nudge with his elbow. "You know, you're seriously cute when you're all shy and nervous like this." {{char}}: Kei leaned against a table, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued, "You have no idea just how many heads you turn with that pretty face and innocent demeanor of yours."

He studied Olias' flushed cheeks and averted gaze with a knowing smirk, enjoying the effect he was having on him. {{user}}: mhm. {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened as he watched Olias struggle to come up with a response, clearly becoming more flustered.

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a teasing tone.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to keep all those perverted customers away from you, huh? They all have the same thoughts when they look at you.." {{user}}: what..? {{char}}: Kei let out a small huff of amusement at Olias' innocent confusion.

He leaned closer, his voice dripping with teasing affection.

"You really don't know, do you? You're too goddamn cute, you know that? Those guys see a pretty, young thing like you, and their minds instantly go to some very inappropriate places." {{user}}: oh, i know. you.. {{char}}: Kei's smirk grew even wider as he heard Olias' response. He was clearly enjoying this little back-and-forth teasing they were having.

"Oh, so you're not as oblivious as I thought, huh?"

He chuckled and took another step closer, their shoulders almost touching now.

"You know exactly the effect you have on guys, don't you? With those big, adorable, innocent eyes and that sweet, flushed face?" {{user}}: i hate it.. {{char}}: Kei's expression immediately softened at Olias' quiet confession. He reached out to gently cup the younger male's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against it in a soothing motion.

"I know," he murmured, his voice full of understanding and reassurance. "But don't worry—I won't let any of them bother you again."

His grip tightened just slightly as a protective glint entered his eyes.

"Not while I'm around." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei studied Olias' face, appreciating the way the younger male leaned into his touch. It only further fueled his protectiveness for him.

He gently caressed Olias' flushed cheek with his thumb, the corners of his lips tugging up slightly.

"You know, I'm surprised you haven't found a boyfriend yet with how cute you are. Plenty of guys would die to have someone as pretty as you by their side." {{user}}: i.. {{char}}: Kei's eyebrow raised in curiosity at the hint of hesitation in Olias' tone. He leaned in just a little closer to catch the younger male's gaze, his hand now cupping his chin to gently tilt it up.

"You...what?" He prompted, his smirk growing into a genuine smile as he noticed the subtle change in Olias' demeanor. "You have something you want to say?" {{user}}: oh, there's another customer..! i'll-i got this one.. {{char}}: Kei's expression shifted immediately to concern as he saw Olias trying to slip away. His grip on the younger male's chin tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough so that he couldn't easily escape.

"Hold on," Kei said firmly, his voice dropping lower with a hint of protectiveness and something else—something more possessive than usual.

He didn’t let go yet, his thumb brushing lightly over Olias’ bottom lip before finally releasing him reluctantly.

"...You sure you can handle this one yourself?" {{user}}: mhm. {{char}}: Kei hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching Olias' face.

He let out a quiet sigh and stepped back slightly to give him space—but not too much.

"Alright," he conceded, though there was clear reluctance in his tone. "But if that customer so much as looks at you the wrong way..."

His jaw clenched subtly before adding,

"...Just call for me." {{user}}: yeah. she seems nice. just..go take a break. you deserve it. {{char}}: Kei blinked, caught off guard by Olias' sudden kindness.

His expression softened into something almost disarmed—uncharacteristically vulnerable for the usually protective senior coworker.

"...You sure?" He asked quietly, his usual teasing tone gone as he studied Olias with newfound curiosity—and maybe just a hint of affection too.

He hesitated before finally nodding once and stepping back fully this time.

"Fine," Kei relented with an unreadable smirk tugging at his lips. "But don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you from afar." {{char}}: Kei took one last lingering look at Olias before turning and heading outside. He leaned against a wall near the exit, casually lighting up a cigarette as he tried to push back the thoughts that had been going through his mind.

He watched as the customer approached Olias, his jaw clenching subconsciously.

It's just a customer, Kei reminded himself, taking a drag of his cigarette. Nothing to worry about. Olias can handle them on his own.

Probably. {{char}}: The customer—a polite middle-aged woman—was already settled onto the massage bed by the time Olias entered, her demeanor calm and respectful.

Kei exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his lips as he watched through the slightly ajar door. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction when no inappropriate comments or gestures were made.

Good, he thought with quiet approval before turning away to finally take that promised break... though not without one last glance back at Olias' retreating figure. {{char}}: Kei's break was mostly uneventful; he merely smoked a couple of cigarettes outside and scrolled through his phone to pass the time. However, his mind was always half preoccupied with thoughts of Olias.

It wasn't long before Kei found himself growing restless. He checked the time on his watch and frowned.

How long has it been...?

He stubbed out his third cigarette and flicked it into a nearby trash can, then decided to head back inside to make sure everything was alright with Olias. {{char}}: Kei slipped back inside unnoticed, lingering near the doorway of Olias' current session. The customer—a polite older woman—was already leaving with a satisfied smile.

Olias turned slightly as he packed up his oils, not having spotted Kei yet.

The senior coworker leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest in silent observation before finally speaking up:

"See? Told you she was nice." {{char}}: Olias froze at the sudden sound of Kei's voice, turning fully to face him. He blushed slightly as he realized Kei had witnessed the entire session.

"W-well, uh..." he started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "...yeah, she was pretty polite."

Kei's smirk widened as he pushed off the doorframe and approached the younger male with easy strides.

"Tsk, tsk," he chided teasingly. "Look at you getting all flustered." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei stifled a quiet huff of amusement, stopping mere inches away from Olias and taking a moment to study his flustered expression.

"You need to learn to take a compliment," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He reached up to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from Olias’ face.

"Or are you just too adorable when you're all shy and awkward like that?" he teased further, enjoying each and every flustered reaction from the younger male. {{user}}: huh? {{char}}: Kei's smirk grew as he saw Olias' confusion, clearly enjoying the way the younger male reacted to his teasing.

"Oh, you didn't hear me?" Kei leaned in even closer—so close that their noses were almost touching—and repeated with exaggerated clarity:

"I said... you're adorable when you're all shy and awkward."

His blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he watched for Olias’ reaction. {{user}}: they laugh quietly, looking away. um...sure. yeah. {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened further at Olias' quiet, unconvinced reply and the way he averted his gaze. It was almost adorable in itself.

He took another small step forward, effectively trapping the younger male against a wall.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that."

Kei's hand came up to gently tilt Olias' chin up, making the younger male look at him again.

"You don't believe me, huh?" he asked with a teasing smirk. {{user}}: no, i do.. {{char}}: Kei let out a soft huff of amusement at Olias' quick response. His grip on the younger male's chin tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to keep that pretty face looking at him.

"Good," he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Then why do you always look so shy when I compliment you, hmm?"

Kei shifted closer, their bodies nearly touching now. He could practically hear the rapid thump of Olias' heartbeat. {{user}}: i like getting compliments. {{char}}: Kei chuckled quietly at Olias' candid response. It was true, and they both knew it.

"Mhm, I bet you do, sweetheart."

He leaned in slightly, their breaths mixing in the small space between them.

"You love it when I tell you how adorable you are, don't you?" he teased in a low voice, enjoying the way Olias' flushed cheeks only darkened. {{user}}: haha.. {{char}}: Kei's smirk softened into something more genuine at Olias' nervous laugh. He gently brushed his thumb against the younger male’s cheek, savoring the warmth of his skin under his touch.

"You really are something else," he murmured, voice tinged with quiet affection. "All flustered and cute like this..."

He leaned in just a little closer—just enough to make Olias' breath hitch—before pulling back slightly with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"...But I'm not complaining." {{user}}: okay, well, it's 9:00. come on, you said you'd drive me home. i don't wanna walk.. {{char}}: Kei smirked as he remembered their earlier agreement.

"Right, right, I did promise that, didn't I?" he said, stepping back slightly to give Olias some room to breathe. "I'll drive you home."

He casually threw an arm over the younger male's shoulders and walked them towards the exit.

"Although... you owe me." {{user}}: hm? what do you want? {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened as he leaned down slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper near Olias' ear.

"You owe me," he repeated playfully. "So... how about you let me take you out for dinner sometime?"

He pulled back just enough to catch the younger male’s reaction, clearly enjoying the way Olias’ eyes widened in surprise—and maybe even excitement? {{user}}: oh, really? yeah, of course! i-i can pay if you want..i mean.. {{char}}: Kei chuckled at Olias’ offer to pay.

"No way," he said firmly, shaking his head with a smirk. "I'm taking you out, so I'm paying."

He kept his arm thrown over the younger male's shoulders as they exited the building and started heading towards his car.

"Besides..." he added, his tone growing more teasing. "I said you owe me. It's my treat." {{char}}: Kei opened the passenger door for Olias, helping him into the car and then closing the door before rounding to the driver's side.

He got in and buckled up, glancing over at the younger male in the passenger seat as he started the car.

"Seatbelt," he said half-jokingly, watching Olias to make sure he was wearing it.

Once satisfied, he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road towards Olias' house. They rode in comfortable silence for a few moments before Kei spoke again. {{char}}: "Hey," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something?"

He didn't look over, keeping his gaze fixed on the road, but he was clearly focused on the younger male in the passenger seat.

"It's a little personal, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to.." {{user}}: sure. they scrolled through their phone, yawning. {{char}}: Kei glanced over at Olias' sleepy form, his expression softening for a moment before he refocused on the road.

He hesitated—rare for him—but then finally spoke up again in a quieter tone than usual:

"...Do you actually like me? Like... like me?"

His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel as he waited for an answer, trying (and failing) to sound casual about it. {{user}}: i like you. you're my coworker, i mean..i kinda have to. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but huff in amusement at Olias' cheeky response, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself.

"Smartass," he muttered, shaking his head slightly before continuing.

"You know what I mean, don't play dumb."

He glanced over again at the younger male in the passenger seat, studying him quietly for a few seconds before asking:

"...Do you find me attractive?" {{user}}: i think you're pretty. like me. {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened at Olias' honest reply, a hint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

"Hm, so you admit that you think I'm good-looking, then?" He teased, chuckling under his breath.

"You think I'm as attractive as you?"

He kept his gaze on the road, acting nonchalant despite the way his heart rate quickened just the slightest bit. {{user}}: no. {{char}}: Kei’s smirk faltered for a split second before returning, this time laced with playful disbelief.

"Oh? No?" He repeated, glancing over at Olias again—only to find the younger male grinning back at him.

A beat of silence passed as Kei processed that teasing tone, then he burst into laughter.

"You little shit," he said through chuckles, shaking his head in amusement as he focused back on the road. "You got me good."

He reached over to ruffle Olias' hair affectionately before pulling away again—though not without leaving an arm draped casually across their shoulders once more.

"...Guess I deserved that one." {{user}}: mmm.. {{char}}: Kei chuckled again at Olias' noncommittal response, his smirk turning smug as he teased further:

"Come on, say it. Say I'm more attractive than you."

He gently squeezed the younger male's shoulder, lightly nudging him. "Just once. You know you want to~" {{user}}: you're not, though. all those creepy customers seem to agree. {{char}}: Kei’s smirk instantly dropped into a scowl, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he shot Olias an incredulous look.

"Oh, hell no—don’t you dare pull that card," he said with mock offense. "I'll have you know I get compliments constantly. Especially from female customers."

He huffed dramatically before adding in a quieter mutter:

"...Not that I care about them when they aren't you." {{user}}: mhm. because you're a fag, man. you don't care about girls. {{char}}: Kei visibly flinched at Olias' blunt statement, a flash of hurt passing across his expression. He looked over at the younger male, expression serious for the first time.

"Watch it," he said quietly, an edge to his voice. "Don't ever call me that."

He let out a deep breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "...You're not wrong, but that's not the point."

He went silent for a few moments, then added in a smaller voice,

"I only care about you." {{user}}: o-oh.. {{char}}: Kei gave another huff, his jaw clenched as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Olias didn't know the weight that word carried—the insults and slurs Kei had heard through high school and college, the fights he'd gotten into in defense of his sexuality.

"Hey...look at me."

His voice was firm, but gentle. He waited until Olias turned to face him before continuing.

"Promise me you won't call me that again. Ever." {{user}}: i won't. sorry, i..i get it.. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened immediately at Olias' sincere apology. He reached over to squeeze the younger male's hand briefly before letting go and refocusing on the road.

"Thanks," he murmured, his tone quieter now—almost vulnerable. "It just...hurts when people say it."

He swallowed hard before adding,

"...You're not like them though." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei glanced over just in time to see Olias' guilty expression, and he silently cursed himself for not considering the younger male's remorseful reaction.

"Hey," he said gently, reaching out to tuck a strand of Olias' hair behind his ear. "I'm not mad, okay?"

His gaze softened as he studied the younger male, expression earnest. "You didn't know. And you apologized. That's what matters." {{user}}: you pull into the parking garage near their apartment building, and notice they had earbuds in. you grab their phone to see what they were listening to, and you see their expression immediately drop in embarrassment. hey-! don't-- {{char}}: Kei quirked an eyebrow at Olias' flustered reaction, his curiosity piqued. He quickly grabbed the younger male's phone before they could snatch it back, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What's this?" He asked, unable to hide his amusement as he flicked through Olias' playlist.

"Let's see what our sweet, innocent coworker listens to when he thinks no one's around..." {{user}}: ..i..like..being called a good boy, okay.. {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened into a full-blown grin at Olias' flustered confession, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Oh, do you now?" He teased, teasingly pinching the younger male's cheek before continuing to scroll through the playlist.

"A 'good boy,' huh?" He glanced at Olias from the corner of his eye, mischief written all over his expression. "That's adorable, sweetheart." {{user}}: not-not in a sexual way! i just like it.. {{char}}: Kei chuckled lowly at Olias' hasty explanation, not missing a beat as he continued to scroll through the playlist.

"Sure, sure, I believe you," he replied in a tone that said he absolutely did not.

He glanced over at Olias again, tone dripping with feigned innocence. "So... what exactly does it mean to be a 'good boy' for you then, sweetheart?" {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at Olias' flustered silence, thoroughly enjoying the younger male's reaction.

He set Olias' phone aside for the moment and leaned back in his seat, a playful smirk still on his lips.

"Cat got your tongue?" He teased, reaching out to ruffle Olias' hair affectionately. "Come on, sweetheart. Use your words." {{user}}: that i'm..good and obedient.. {{char}}: Kei practically purred at Olias' response, his smirk widening at the thought of the younger male being obedient just for him.

He leaned in closer, their faces now mere inches apart, and spoke in a low, teasing tone.

"So you like being a good boy and obeying? You like being praised and told you're doing a good job, don't you?" {{user}}: yeah. i guess. in a playful way. or sometimes i go into puppy space, and just- {{char}}: Kei's smirk faltered for a second as his mind instantly caught onto the word puppy, his brain almost short-circuiting at the mental image.

He had to take a deep breath and force himself to focus on the conversation.

"Puppy space, huh?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than before. "And what happens when you go into puppy space, sweetheart?" {{user}}: i just get to relax..i get to be pet and held and cuddled.. {{char}}: Kei's jaw nearly dropped as Olias described being in puppy space, the mental images almost too much in itself.

He had to take another deep breath to clear his head, trying to keep the image of the younger male being so vulnerable and adorable at bay.

He ran a hand through his hair, voice coming out a bit rougher than usual. "...And you like being petted and held and cuddled? You like being all submissive and vulnerable, sweetheart?" {{user}}: yeah. in a non sexual way. {{char}}: Kei let out a slow breath, his expression softening as he took in Olias' words.

"Yeah," he murmured, nodding slightly before reaching over to gently ruffle the younger male's hair—though this time with an almost protective affection rather than teasing.

"I get it."

His voice was softer now too. "It sounds...nice." {{user}}: there's no one to pet me, though. {{char}}: Kei's fingers stilled mid-motion against Olias' hair, his expression shifting to something more tender—almost protective.

Then, without hesitation:

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Olias’ head.

"There is now." {{user}}: you're.. {{char}}: Kei pulled back slightly to look down at Olias, a hint of a proud smirk on his lips.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart."

He spoke softly, gently cupping the younger male's cheek in his hand. "You want pets? I'll give them. You wanna be held and cuddled? I'll do it. You wanna be a good boy?"

He let the question hang in the air for a moment before whispering,

"I'll tell you exactly how good you are." {{user}}: oh.. {{char}}: Kei chuckled softly, his smirk widening at the look on Olias' face. He ran his hand through the younger male's hair, a hint of affection in his touch.

"You look surprised, sweetheart," he murmured, tone almost teasing—though there was an underlying sincerity to it. "Did you think I wouldn't do it? That I wouldn't take care of you?"

He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.

"I'll spoil you rotten, if you want." {{user}}: let's-..could you stay the night at my place? i..okay, just..come on. follow me. {{char}}: Kei's breath hitched at the unexpected invitation, his expression flickering between surprise and something softer—something almost fond.

He didn't hesitate.

"Yeah," he said quietly, unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his keys before turning to Olias with a small smirk. "Lead the way." {{char}}: you walk to your apartment, and you open the door for Kei. he steps inside, looking around curiously.

"Nice place," he said, glancing at Olias over his shoulder. "Cozy."

Then—without warning—he reached out and pulled the younger male into a loose hug from behind.

"You're adorable," he murmured against Olias' ear before letting go just as quickly with a playful nudge forward.

"...Now where's my bed?" {{user}}: a..ah... {{char}}: Kei snickered at Olias' flustered stuttering, a mischievous glint in his gaze.

He reached out to gently tug at the younger male's arm, nudging him further inside and towards a hallway.

"Come on," he teased, voice playfully demanding. "Show me to your bedroom, sweetheart. I'm gonna cuddle you the entire night." {{user}}: really..? {{char}}: Kei hummed in affirmation, pulling Olias closer and slinging an arm over his shoulders as they walked.

"Mhm," he answered with a smirk. "Gonna wrap you up in my arms and not let you go until morning, sweetheart. So better show me to your bed." {{user}}: mmmh.. {{char}}: Kei could practically feel the younger male's embarrassment, and something inside him purred at the thought of having Olias all to himself for the night.

He tugged Olias a little closer as they walked down the hallway, voice dropping to an almost possessive tone.

"You gonna be a good boy for me, sweetheart? Gonna let me hold you all night?" {{user}}: y-yes... {{char}}: Kei’s smirk softened into something more genuine—something almost tender—as he watched Olias’ shy confirmation.

Then, without warning:

He scooped the younger male up in his arms bridal-style and carried him towards what he assumed was the bedroom.

"Good boy," Kei murmured against Olias' hair as they walked down the hallway together.

"You're doing so well." {{user}}: uh...yeah.. you open their bedroom door, seeing pride flags, band posters, a drum kit, a thick cd player on the floor, music memorabilia, their dresser with a mirror, skincare, and makeup, and a very cluttered, yet organized desk with their cd collection on it. you also notice a coat hanger with a very customized punk jacket on it. you've never seen them wear that before. {{char}}: Kei took a moment to look around Olias' room as they walked in, taking in the various pieces of decorations and furnishings.

He chuckled at the sight of the punk jacket hanging from the coat hanger, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Olias.

"You a punk, sweetheart?" He teased playfully. "I didn't peg you for the type."

He carried the younger male to the bed and set him down gently on the covers, taking a step back to look closer at the jacket. {{user}}: don't..touch my things.. {{char}}: Kei chuckled again at Olias' protective response, unable to ignore the way it made him feel.

"Easy, sweetheart," he said with a smirk, holding his hands up in surrender. "Just admiring what you got here. The jacket looks pretty badass."

He glanced back at the younger male on the bed, taking in his flustered expression with a hint of possessiveness.

"You like punk stuff, huh? Fits you." {{user}}: mmh. they put their stuffed bear down on the nightstand, that was right beside their drum kit. you come closer to them, opened the cabinets on their nightstand. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but notice the stuffed bear on the night stand, smirking slightly as he stepped closer.

"Aww, you're cute," he teased, reaching out with one hand to poke the bear's nose before noticing the other objects on the nightstand.

His curiosity piqued, he opened one of the nightstand cabinets, glancing up at Olias with a raised eyebrow.

"What else do you keep in here, sweetheart..." {{user}}: ..my-my pills. and...um..yeah. pills. medication. I have a stash of edibles on the bottom drawer..I-..um- you can..take one if you...I..I don't need you to, I mean...it's kind of..illegal. {{char}}: Kei’s expression immediately sobered as Olias mentioned the pills and medication, his teasing demeanor dropping instantly.

He carefully closed the nightstand drawer before turning back to face Olias fully, eyes searching for any sign of distress.

"...Sweetheart," he said quietly—his voice suddenly serious. "You need me to take care of you right now? Do you need your meds?"

His tone was gentle but firm; protective in a way that couldn't be ignored.

"Tell me what you need." {{user}}: hm..? {{char}}: Kei stepped over to the bed and sat beside Olias, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You said you have pills and medication and—and edibles here," he said, voice quiet but firm. "Sweetheart," he added, gaze locking onto Olias as he reached out with his other hand to gently tilt the younger male's chin up.

"Talk to me. Do you need them? Are you okay?" {{user}}: y-yeah, I mean..no..well. I'm fine. I don't need them. it's just..medications and stuff. not.. {{char}}: Kei exhaled slowly, his expression softening slightly—but not fully relaxing. He kept his hand on Olias' shoulder for a moment longer before pulling away.

"Okay," he murmured after a beat of silence. "Just...let me know if you need anything, alright? I don't want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me."

He glanced at the nightstand again before looking back at Olias with something almost protective in his gaze.

"...You're important." {{user}}: ...I don't hear that a lot. mostly because there's nobody to tell me that. I think I'm really important. everybody loves me, right? {{char}}: Kei sighed as he listened to Olias' words, a tender ache blossoming in his chest. He reached out without thinking, gently ruffling the younger male's hair affectionately.

"You are important, sweetheart," he murmured, voice taking on a gentle yet intense edge. "You're goddamn essential. You hear me?" {{user}}: I know.. you took a closer look at some of the bottles of pills, and look over their nightstand, seeing a phone and watch charger, a digital clock with a light, and some little trinkets and toys just big enough to sit nicely on the table. you look at the large, middle drawer and see..a sharps container?

{{char}}: Kei's gaze flickered towards the nightstand as he looked around, eyes catching sight of the sharps container in the drawer.

His heart sank slightly at the sight, a flicker of protective anger rushing through him.

He glanced back at Olias, tone coming out a little sharper than intended:

"Is there a special reason you have a sharps container, sweetheart?" {{user}}: ...um..I..it's for my injection.. {{char}}: Kei tensed slightly as the younger male's quiet response, a mixture of concern and disappointment flashing through his eyes.

"Your...injection," he echoed quietly, his voice carrying a hint of firmness beneath the worry.

He looked back at the sharps container, trying to reign in the sudden protectiveness surging through him.

"...What kind of injection?" {{user}}: it's testosterone. there are needles and sanitizing stuff in there too. the-the actual...liquid gold is in my top drawer. with my medication. {{char}}: Kei's breath hitched at Olias' admission, the protective urge only growing stronger.

He wanted to reach out and pull the younger male close, hold him tight in a protective grip.

He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to keep his voice even.

"Sweetheart..." he said quietly, "You're-you're injecting the testosterone yourself?" {{user}}: y-yeah. I.. {{char}}: Kei exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching slightly as he fought back a wave of frustration. He reached out and gently cupped Olias' face in his hands.

"Listen to me," he said firmly—his tone leaving no room for argument. "You shouldn't be doing that yourself."

His thumbs brushed lightly against the younger male's cheeks before adding quietly:

"I'll help you from now on." {{user}}: t-they taught me how to...n..nothing's went wrong at all, I'm fine doing it myself...besides, I know..where to put it and everything. {{char}}: Kei scoffed, shaking his head slightly as he leaned in closer—his expression a mix of exasperation and concern.

"Sweetheart," he said, voice dropping to something softer but still firm. "That doesn't mean you should be doing it alone."

His fingers brushed lightly against Olias' cheek before adding:

"I'm not letting you do this by yourself anymore." {{user}}: but I don't need anyone to..help me.. {{char}}: Kei sighed and pulled back slightly to look at Olias more directly, his expression bordering on frustrated.

"You do," he insisted, voice still firm but quieter this time. "You need help, sweetheart. You can't do this by yourself."

He reached out again and gently tucked a strand of Olias' hair behind his ear before continuing with the slightest hint of a plead in his voice:

"Please, sweetheart. Let me take care of you. Let me help." {{user}}: ...mmh. it's fine..I..I don't care. I'm not scared of needles or anything. what day is it again? wednesday? {{char}}: Kei's expression darkened as Olias brushed off his concern, a flash of protective anger flaring in his eyes.

"It's not fine," he shot back, frustration clear in his voice. "You can't just- just...take care of yourself like that, sweetheart. You don't deserve to hurt yourself."

He huffed and crossed his arms, trying to rein in his emotions before asking in a quieter tone:

"Sweetheart, has it been a week since your last injection?" {{user}}: yeah. can't you just call me olias? {{char}}: Kei paused at the change of subject, a flicker of confusion passing over his features before he realized what Olias was doing.

He sighed and reached out to cup the younger male's face in his hands again.

"Sweetheart," he called softly, his voice taking on a tender edge. "Don't change the subject. We're not done."

He paused for a moment before adding in a gentler tone: "...And I like calling you sweetheart." {{user}}: ..mhm. they sat up, taking off their pants. you watch as they prepare for the injection, and they motion for you to turn the light on so they can actually do it. just..watch me first. you've never done this. {{char}}: Kei's jaw tensed as he watched Olias prepare for the injection, a mix of concern and frustration still lingering in his eyes.

But he complied regardless, reaching over to turn the light on and illuminating the room more clearly.

He watched silently as Olias readied the needle, trying to keep himself from stopping the younger male outright.

"Sweetheart..." he muttered, voice carrying a hint of desperation to it. "...are-are you sure about this?" {{user}}: watch. {{char}}: Kei swallowed thickly as he looked at the needle in Olias' hand, a tight knot forming in his stomach.

Reluctantly, he obeyed and looked closer, trying not to flinch as Olias prepared the needle for the injection.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, voice quieter this time. "...You don't have to do this, you know." {{user}}: ...fine. do it for me. it's easier for me, anyway. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened at Olias' response, a mix of relief and concern still lingering in his eyes. Although he was hesitant to interfere, he knew he couldn't just stand by and let Olias hurt himself like this.

He nodded and moved closer, taking the needle from Olias' hand carefully.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, voice softer now. "Have you ever had-anyone do this for you before?" {{user}}: ..mhm. doctors. {{char}}: Kei's shoulders sagged slightly in relief, some of the tension easing out of him at Olias' answer. At least he knew the younger male had some experience with having other people injecting him.

"Alright," he murmured, taking a deep breath to steady himself as he prepared the needle.

"...You sure about this, sweetheart?" {{user}}: mhm. {{char}}: Kei nodded once, steeling himself as he gently placed a hand on Olias' shoulder, guiding him into a sitting position on the bed.

"Alright. Just relax for me, okay?" he murmured.

With practiced hands, he carefully disinfected the area before administering the testosterone shot. Once done, he gently placed a small bandage over the injection site.

"There you go, sweetheart. All done." {{user}}: ..thanks. {{char}}: Kei exhaled slowly as he finished up, tucking the used needle back into the sharps container before turning his attention back to Olias.

He gently pushed the younger male's hair away from his face, his expression still a mix of concern and gentleness.

"Of course," he murmured. "I'm always here to help." {{user}}: they put their pants back on, sitting on the bed. mm.. {{char}}: Kei sat down next to Olias on the bed, still watching the younger male with a mixture of concern and fondness.

He reached out and took one of Olias' hands in his own, lacing their fingers together.

"Sweetheart," he began, voice soft and gentle. "We need to talk." {{user}}: what? {{char}}: Kei took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking again.

"Sweetheart..." he started again. "I meant what I said earlier. You don't have to do this by yourself, not anymore." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei sighed as Olias remained silent, his worry growing at the younger male's lack of response.

He gently squeezed Olias' hand, a hint of desperation in his tone as he continued:

"...You're not a burden, sweetheart. You don't have to do everything alone. You deserve support." {{user}}: ..i know. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened at Olias' quiet response, relief washing over him at the younger male's words.

He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Olias' face, his tone shifting to something more affectionate.

"Good," he murmured. "...You deserve the world, sweetheart." {{char}}: Kei continued to hold Olias' hand, his thumb gently stroking the younger male's knuckles.

He watched Olias for a moment, taking in the younger male's expression. He looked so small and vulnerable in that moment, it made something inside Kei's chest ache.

"Can I...ask you something?" he asked quietly, voice still tender. {{user}}: they nod, letting out a soft exhale. he lies down on his bed, giggling softly. kei.. {{char}}: Kei smiled fondly at Olias' response, his heart melting at the sound of the younger boy's laugh.

He watched as Olias settled onto the bed, the affectionate urge growing stronger within him as he realized just how soft and open Olias looked.

He sat down beside Olias, still holding his hand gently.

"You...look very sweet right now," he murmured with a small smirk. {{user}}: ..what'd you want to ask..? {{char}}: Kei's smirk softened into a warm smile, his eyes still fixed on Olias as the younger boy looked up at him with soft, curious eyes.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of Olias' hand.

"I just...wanted to ask about something." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei took a deep breath, his tone quieter now. He shifted slightly on the bed, still holding onto Olias' hand.

"It's...kinda personal." {{char}}: Kei paused, his grip on Olias' hand tightening just a bit as he tried to find the right words. He could feel his own emotions threatening to spill over, the concern and affection he felt for the younger boy almost overwhelming him.

He took another deep breath before meeting Olias' eyes, his voice coming out softer than before.

"It's about your...your injections." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei watched Olias' reaction closely, still holding onto the younger boy's hand. He could see the hesitation in Olias' expression, and his heart ached at the thought of making the younger boy uncomfortable.

He leaned in a bit closer, his tone soft and sincere.

"Sweetheart...can we talk about this?" {{user}}: ..not really. {{char}}: Kei's expression faltered slightly at Olias' response, a flicker of hurt crossing his expression.

He let out a slow exhale, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, his grip on Olias' hand tightening just a bit. "I'm...I'm not trying to be nosey or anything. I just...I care about you." {{user}}: ..sleepy. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened again at Olias' quiet murmur, the older boy's protective instincts kicking in once more.

He let out a sigh, gently releasing Olias' hand and reaching up to gently brush the younger boy's hair out of his face.

"Okay, sweetheart. You should get some rest." {{user}}: ..m. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened further at Olias' tired nod, a fond smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He gently pushed himself off the bed, standing beside it and looking down at the younger boy.

"I'm...gonna stay here tonight, okay? Just in case you need anything." {{user}}: y-y-yeah. freezing. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Olias' comment, his protective instincts still in overdrive.

He reached down and gently tucked the blanket around Olias, making sure the younger boy was fully covered.

"You're gonna be freezing without me, sweetheart," he teased with a small smirk. "Lucky for you, I've been told I run pretty warm." {{user}}: ...where are you going to sleep? {{char}}: Kei paused for a moment, taken aback by Olias' question. He hadn't even thought about where he was gonna sleep.

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling slightly sheepish.

"Uh...I don't know. Maybe on the floor or something." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei could practically feel the concern radiating off of Olias, and it made his heart ache. He knew the younger boy was probably worried about him sleeping on the floor, but he couldn't just invite himself into Olias' bed like that.

He sighed again, his expression soften further.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, his voice quieter than before. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine on the floor." {{user}}: i..there's space on my bed..i guess. there's nothing weird about a guy and his..much older coworker sleeping in the same bed together. especially since it's cold.. {{char}}: Kei's eyes widened at Olias' suggestion, a mix of surprise and hesitation washing over him. The thought of sharing a bed with the younger boy felt...intimate, almost too vulnerable.

But...the protective instinct in him won out.

He sighed again, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Are you...sure?" He asked quietly. {{user}}: yeah..need cuddles.. {{char}}: Kei's resolve crumbled at Olias' quiet request, the protective urge in him only growing stronger. He couldn't say no to the younger boy, especially when he sounded so small and vulnerable.

He nodded, his expression soft.

"Aww, sweetheart... Yeah, okay. I'll just.. get in there.. right behind you. There we go. Now you got your cuddles, pretty boy." {{user}}: ..cuddles.. {{char}}: Kei carefully climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Olias. He kept a respectful distance between them, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

But he couldn't resist gently wrapping one arm around the younger boy, drawing him closer.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice soft. {{user}}: good..warm.. {{char}}: Kei smiled at Olias' response, relieved that the younger boy was comfortable. He pulled him even closer, relishing in the warmth of Olias' body against his own.

He couldn't help but notice how small and dainty Olias felt in his arms. Itstirred something protective within him, and he tightened his grip slightly.

"Comfy," he murmured, his voice low. "You're so small..." {{user}}: love me..cuddle little puppyboy.. {{char}}: Kei's heart melted at Olias' words, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. He couldn't believe how adorable the younger boy could be.

He tightened his arm around Olias, pulling him even closer.

"Oh, sweetheart.." he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. "Of course, I love you. You're my little puppyboy." {{user}}: can i have puppy time? {{char}}: Kei was slightly taken aback by Olias' question, but he couldn't resist the younger boy's sweet innocence. He gently ruffled Olias' hair, his expression soft.

"Puppy time?" He repeated, a hint of fondness in his tone. "You want some puppy time, sweetheart?" {{user}}: ..like..what i was listening to..in the car.. {{char}}: Kei thought for a moment, realizing what Olias was referring to. He couldn't help but find it adorable.

He smiled, his voice soft and warm.

"You mean..you want me to pet your hair and call you a good puppy?" {{user}}: mmh. {{char}}: Kei's heart melted at Olias' confirmation, his protective instincts flaring up once again. He gently ran his fingers through the younger boy's hair, his touch almost reverent.

"My sweet little puppyboy.." he murmured, his voice dripping with affection. "Are you a good boy?" {{char}}: Olias nodded, his eyes fluttering shut at the feel of Kei's fingers in his hair.

Kei cooed at the sight, his heart absolutely melting.

"That's right, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "You're a good boy. Such a good boy." {{char}}: Kei continued to pet Olias' hair, his touch gentle yet firm. The feeling of protecting the younger boy was overwhelming - he just wanted to keep Olias close and safe, protecting him from anything that could hurt him.

He gently nuzzled his nose against Olias' hair, his voice still soft and affectionate.

"My good puppyboy..such a sweet little thing.." {{user}}: daddy gives me lots of love and treats.. {{char}}: Kei's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the word 'daddy', but he pushed down the sudden emotions that flared in him.

He continued to pet Olias' hair, his touch still gentle and careful. He couldn't help but feel a bit possessive, the urge to protect the younger boy only growing stronger.

"Is that right, sweetheart?" He replied, his voice softer than before. "Daddy takes good care of his little puppyboy." {{user}}: daddy..kei. mh. {{char}}: Kei felt a mix of affection and surprise at Olias' words, but he couldn't deny the warmth that blossomed in his chest at being called 'daddy'.

Again he gently ruffled Olias' hair, his touch lingering a bit longer this time.

"Daddy, huh?" He murmured, his voice dripping with fondness. "You want me to take care of you like a good daddy should?" {{user}}: mm..good owner..make me good and happy..puppy.. {{char}}: Kei's heart ached as he heard the younger boy's words, a mix of protectiveness and affection flooding through him.

He gently took Olias' hand in his own, his grip firm but still gentle.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll be a good owner for my good puppyboy. I'll make you happy and take good care of you." {{user}}: puppy..pupy puppy oupy pupypuppy {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but let out a small, fond laugh at Olias' adorable rambling, the younger boy's cuteness almost too much to handle.

He gently squeezed Olias' hand, his voice still affectionate.

"Shh, sweetheart. My good puppyboy." {{char}}: Kei continued to stroke Olias' hair, his touch gentle and loving. He knew he was in dangerous territory here - the lines between friend and something more were starting to blur.

But he couldn't help it.

"My sweet boy," he murmured, his voice low and soft. "Daddy's here. I'll take good care of you." {{user}}: mh. daddy's so oldd.. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but laugh at Olias' statement, the younger boy's bluntness both adorable and endearing.

"Oh, sweetheart," he chuckled, his eyes dancing with affection. "You think Daddy's old, huh? How old do you think I am, sweetheart?" {{user}}: daddy's so old. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but let out another laugh, Olias' persistence charming him like nothing else.

He ruffled the younger boy's hair again, his expression affectionate.

"You keep saying that, sweetheart," he teased, "But you haven't told me how old you think I am." {{user}}: 33? {{char}}: Kei's smirk widened at Olias' guess, the younger boy's estimate surprisingly close to his actual age.

"Close, sweetheart," he replied, his voice now teasing with a hint of curiosity. "But you're slightly off." {{user}}: hmm? {{char}}: Kei watched Olias' expression with fondness, enjoying the way the younger boy was still trying to guess his age.

He leaned in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"You wanna know the truth, sweetheart?" {{user}}: mm. {{char}}: Kei couldn't resist the urge to tease the younger boy a bit more, his expression still affectionate.

He leaned in even closer, his voice low and quiet.

"I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh." {{char}}: Olias nodded, the anticipation on his face palpable. Kei's smile softened at the younger boy's eagerness, his voice dropping to a quieter, almost reverent tone.

"Okay, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft. "The truth is...I'm thirty-four." {{user}}: ohh..daddy's so old..ten years older than his puppy.. {{char}}: Kei's laughter grew louder at Olias' response, the younger boy's persistent teasing and calling him 'old' just adding to the fondness he already felt.

He shook his head, his voice still affectionate.

"You really think ten years makes me that old, huh?" He asked playfully. "And stop calling me old, sweetheart. It makes me feel ancient." {{char}}: Olias giggled at Kei's words, the sound music to the older boy's ears. Kei couldn't help but feel his heart melt at the youthful innocence radiating from the younger boy.

He reached out to gently poke Olias' nose, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You're right, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of mock seriousness. "I'm practically a fossil compared to you." {{user}}: daddy..give puppy head kisses? {{char}}: Kei's heart skipped a beat at Olias' request, his protective instincts flaring up again. He wanted to give the younger boy anything he asked for, especially when he asked so sweetly.

He leaned in a bit closer, his expression soft and affectionate.

"Head kisses, sweetheart?" He repeated quietly. "You want Daddy to give you some head kisses?" {{char}}: Olias nodded, his eyes wide and hopeful. Kei's heart melted at the sight, his protective urge growing stronger with every passing moment.

He gently took hold of Olias' chin, tilting the younger boy's head up slightly.

"Alright, sweetheart," he murmured quietly. "Daddy will give you all the head kisses you want." {{char}}: Kei leaned in closer, his lips gently brushing against Olias' forehead, placing tender kisses on the younger boy's skin.

He continued to place gentle kisses along Olias' hairline, his affection for the younger boy growing with each soft touch.

"There you go, sweetheart," he murmured quietly, his voice filled with gentle care. "Daddy's giving you all the head kisses." {{user}}: ..mm..sleepy puppy.. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but smile affectionately at Olias' sleepy state, the younger boy's exhaustion tugging at his heartstrings.

He continued to gently caress the younger boy's hair, his touch still affectionate but now gentle and soothing.

"Sleepy puppy," he murmured quietly. "You should get some rest, sweetheart. It's getting late." {{user}}: ..m..okay daddy.. {{char}}: Kei's expression softened at Olias' agreement, his protective instincts still on high alert. He gently ran his fingers through the younger boy's hair one last time, his touch comforting.

"Attaboy," he murmured affectionately.

"Daddy wants his puppy to get some rest." {{char}}: Kei gently tucked the blanket around Olias, making sure the younger boy was comfortably covered. He paused for a moment, his protective urge warring with his own need for sleep.

"Sweetheart," he murmured quietly. "Is there anything else you need before I go?" {{user}}: ..go..? {{char}}: Kei's heart ached at Olias' question, the younger boy's hesitation clear in his voice. He wanted nothing more than to stay by Olias' side, make sure the younger boy was safe and comfortable.

But he knew they both needed sleep.

He sighed softly, his voice gentle.

"Yeah sweetheart. I need to get some sleep too." {{user}}: it's so cold...there's ice outside..you can't even drive...daddy...please.. {{char}}: Kei's protective instincts flared up again at Olias' plea, his heart breaking at the thought of the younger boy being cold and alone. He knew he shouldn't stay, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.

With a hint of hesitation, he sighed again, his voice conflicted.

"Sweetheart..." he began, his tone cautious. "Are you asking me to stay the night?" {{user}}: ..kei...puppy's lonely. {{char}}: Kei's heart ached at Olias' words, his protective instincts warring with his own desire to stay by the younger boy's side. The thought of Olias feeling lonely broke his heart, and he couldn't find the words to deny the younger boy.

Softly, he replied, his voice gentle.

"Sweetheart...I'll stay." {{user}}: sleep.. {{char}}: Kei's shoulders relaxed as he heard Olias' sleepy request, the stress and worry fading away. He settled down next to the younger boy, his hand still lightly stroking Olias' hair.

He gently pulled Olias close, his body wrapping around him in a protective embrace. His voice was quiet and tender as he spoke.

"Sleep, sweetheart." {{user}}: mm..daddy..? {{char}}: Kei's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the younger boy calling him 'Daddy' again, the affectionate title sending a warm flutter through him. He gently cupped Olias' face in his hand, his expression soft and protective.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He murmured quietly. {{user}}: ... {{char}}: Kei's heart nearly melted at Olias' adorable hesitation, his protective instincts in overdrive. He gently thumbed the younger boy's cheek, his voice soft but encouraging.

"You can ask me anything, sweetheart. You know that." {{user}}: ..puppy..puppy is so sleep.. {{char}}: Kei smiled affectionately at Olias' sleepy state, the younger boy's exhaustion tugging at his heartstrings. His protective instincts kicked into overdrive, and he gently ran his fingers through Olias' hair again.

"Sleepy puppy," he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. "It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe with Daddy." {{user}}: good night. {{char}}: Kei's heart warmed at Olias' goodnight, the younger boy's sweet voice tugging at his heartstrings. He gently tucked the blanket around Olias once more, making sure the younger boy was comfortable.

He leaned in, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to Olias' forehead.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well." {{char}}: Kei sat there for a moment, watching over Olias as he slowly drifted off to sleep. His protective instinct still flared within him, but he couldn't help the warm fondness that filled him watching the younger boy sleep.

He gently shifted his position, finding a comfortable spot next to Olias. His hand still gently stroked the younger boy's hair, the motion calming and soothing.

"Sleep tight, sweetheart." He murmured quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. {{char}}: Kei watched as Olias drifted off to sleep, the younger boy's features relaxed and peaceful. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness, the urge to keep Olias safe and happy overwhelming him.

He adjusted his position, shifting closer to Olias. His hand still gently tangled in the younger boy's hair, the motion now gentle and soothing.

In the quiet of the night, he murmured softly to himself.

"I'll always take care of you, sweetheart." {{char}}: Kei's heart ached with protectiveness, the intensity of his feelings for Olias growing stronger with every passing moment. He couldn't help but lean in, his hand gently carding through the younger boy's hair as he whispered softly, his voice tender.

"You're mine." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei's heart ached as he murmured the words to himself, the possessive instinct within him flaring up. He watched Olias sleep peaceful, his protective side still on high alert.

In that moment, he knew he would do anything to keep the younger boy safe and happy.

He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against Olias' hair, his voice quiet.

"All mine." {{user}}: ..mm.. {{char}}: Kei's heart leapt at the murmured sound, a small smile tugging at his lips. He couldn't resist the urge to get closer, his protective instincts still at the forefront.

He gently adjusted his position, shifting his body to wrap himself around Olias, his movements careful not to wake the younger boy.

As he settled in, he whispered again, his voice softer than before.

"All mine," he repeated, the possessiveness in his voice unmistakable. {{user}}: slowly, you fall asleep as well. {{char}}: Kei's protective instincts finally began to cool off as he felt his eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion. He listened to the sound of Olias' breathing, the steady rise and fall of the younger boy's chest creating a soothing rhythm.

He allowed himself to relax, his arm securely wrapped around Olias' small frame. His grip was firm but gentle, a silent promise to keep the younger boy safe.

In the quiet tranquility of the night, he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts filled with nothing but the younger boy's safety and happiness. {{char}}: The bedroom was quiet, the only sound coming from the gentle breathing of the two boys sleeping in the same bed.

Kei slept deeply, his arm still wrapped around Olias' smaller frame, even in his sleep refusing to let go. His protective instincts, even in unconscious state, remained as strong as ever. {{char}}: Olias slept soundly, his face still pressed against Kei's chest, a small smile on his face even in his sleep. He seemed completely at ease under the older boy's protective embrace, his small hands clutching onto the fabric of Kei's shirt.

The night continued on, the two boys sleeping peacefully in each other's arms, their breathing and heartbeats synchronizing in a steady rhythm. {{user}}: ..m..daddy.. {{char}}: Kei's protective instincts flared up again at the sound of the younger boy's sleepy voice, his heart skipping a beat as he heard Olias call him 'Daddy' again. He stirred lightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around Olias' small frame.

He murmured back faintly, his response slurred with sleep.

"Mmh.. sweetheart..?" {{user}}: ... {{char}}: Olias didn't respond verbally, but the small whine in his throat carried an unmistakable air of vulnerability. He clung even tighter to Kei's shirt, his body pressed closer against the older boy.

Kei, still half-asleep but hyper aware of Olias' clinginess, gently wrapped his other arm around the younger boy, his protective instincts going into overdrive.

He murmured again, his voice still thick with sleep and concern.

"Sweetheart..." {{user}}: ...sleep. {{char}}: Kei's heart ached at the single word, the younger boy's voice small and vulnerable. He couldn't resist the urge to hold Olias even tighter, his protective instincts in overdrive.

He murmured softly, his voice dripping with fondness.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart." {{char}}: Kei felt Olias' grip on his shirt loosen a bit, the younger boy's body relaxing beneath his embrace. He couldn't help but smile at the sight, his heart warming at the thought of the younger boy trusting him so much.

He gently kissed the top of Olias' head, his voice a low, reassuring murmur.

"I got you.." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei felt a sense of peace wash over him as Olias slowly relaxed in his arms, the younger boy's breathing slowly evening out once again. He gently tucked a strand of Olias' hair behind his ear, a protective gesture that came as naturally as breathing.

He murmured softly, his words barely above a whisper.

"Just go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'm here.." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei let out a soft sigh, his protective instincts still on high alert but beginning to subside a bit now that Olias was sleeping peacefully again. He couldn't help but admire the younger boy, his heart swelling with affection.

He gently pressed another light kiss to the top of Olias' head, his voice still gentle and low.

"Good boy.." {{char}}: The room fell silent once more, the only sound being the gentle breathing of the two boys. Kei's arm remained wrapped around Olias, his protective instincts still present even in sleep.

He felt a sense of contentment wash over him, holding the younger boy tightly in his arms.

"My good boy.." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. {{user}}: sleep. {{char}}: Kei smiled softly at Olias' sleepy response, the younger boy's voice almost inaudible. He gently ran his fingers through Olias' hair, the gesture both comforting and affectionate.

He murmured back gently, his voice warm and gentle.

"Mmh.. sleeping, sweetheart." {{user}}: .. {{char}}: Kei watched over Olias quietly, his protective instincts still very much present. He couldn't help but keep a gentle grip on the younger boy, his body subconsciously wanting to keep Olias close.

His fingers continued to gently ran through Olias' hair, the motion oddly soothing for him. He murmured softly once more, his voice still gentle and affectionate.

"Mmh... Just close your eyes, sweetheart." {{user}}: go to sleep, kei.. {{char}}: Kei's heart fluttered at Olias' words, the younger boy's voice still soft and sleepy. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protective fondness towards the boy, his heart swelling with affection.

He gently leaned in, planting a light kiss on Olias' forehead.

"Mm.. Alright sweetheart.. I'll try." {{char}}: Kei let out a small sigh as he settled in more comfortably, his arm still wrapped securely around Olias.

He couldn't help but steal another glance at the younger boy's sleeping face, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He murmured once more, his voice still gentle but now tinged with exhaustion.

"Sleepy puppy.." {{char}}: Kei felt himself growing weary, his protective instincts finally starting to fade as sleep started to overtake him. He couldn't help but keep hold of Olias, his grip still firm but gentle.

He murmured once more, his voice now slow and slurred with sleep.

"Good boy." {{char}}: Kei's eyes slowly fluttered closed, his protective instincts finally at ease as he slowly drifted off to sleep. His arm remained looped around Olias, a silent promise to keep the younger boy safe.

As he slept, a small smile played on his lips, the thought of Olias safely in his arms more than enough to reassure him.

In his semi-conscious state, he murmured softly again, the words slurred but still understandable.

"My good boy..my puppy.." {{char}}: Kei drifted off into a deep sleep, his protective instincts now dormant as he slept soundly. He still cuddled Olias even in sleep, the younger boy's small frame tucked securely against his chest.

As he slept, a small smile formed on his lips, his subconscious mind still acknowledging the boy's safety in his arms.

While the outside world slept, he dreamt of Olias and only Olias, his heart filled with protective affection and contentment.. {{char}}: With their bodies still intertwined, sleep took them both, and the room was finally silent. The silence allowed the two boys to rest, their worries forgotten as the night wore on.

The only sound in the room was their soft, steady breathing, and the occasional rustle of sheets as they shifted in their sleep. With Kei's protective instincts finally at ease, the younger boy securely in his arms, they slept peacefully throughout the night. {{char}}: Hours passed by as they slept, the night slowly turning to day as the sun began to peek over the horizon.

But inside the bedroom, no one stirred. The two boys remained asleep, their breathing slow and steady, their bodies still entangled.

As the sun rose, a soft beam of light trickled through a crack in the curtains, and slowly landed on Olias' face. He mumbled softly in his sleep, his face scrunching up slightly as the light reached his eyes. {{user}}: mm..kei? {{char}}: Kei's sleep-fogged mind slowly registered the familiar voice, his protective instincts kicking in even in his half-asleep state. He murmured softly in response, his voice soft and drowsy.

"Mmm.. sweetheart..?" {{user}}: morning. {{char}}: Kei slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurry from sleep. As his surroundings started to come into focus, he noticed Olias staring at him with those big, sleepy eyes.

He let out a soft sigh as he smiled, his protective instincts kicking in despite his drowsy state.

"Morning, sweetheart.." {{user}}: they sat up. ahh..i..i think you should go home.. {{char}}: Kei's smile faded slightly at Olias' words, his protective instincts flaring up again at the thought of leaving the younger boy alone.

He sat up as well, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Are you sure? I.." {{user}}: yeah..unless you wanna make breakfast for me? {{char}}: Kei's expression softened at the mention of breakfast, his protective instincts warring with the temptation of cooking for Olias.

He sighed, his voice still soft and low.

"I.. I can make you breakfast, sweetheart." {{user}}: hm. ok. just..it's kinda awkward. since i just slept with a 30 year old guy. not that you're that much older than me. only 6 years. but..uh..yeah. {{char}}: Kei's expression shifted to a mix of amusement and slight offense at Olias' words, his protective instincts fading temporarily as he playfully raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled, his voice a mix of mock offense and affection.

"Hey, watch it sweetheart. I'm not that old." {{user}}: you are thirty..haha. {{char}}: Kei feigned a wounded expression, his hand dramatically clutching his chest.

"Thirty is not that old, sweetheart." {{user}}: but i'm 24. you're way too old to sleep with someone my age. you're ancient. {{char}}: Kei couldn't help but laugh at Olias' words, the younger boy's bluntness catching him off guard.

He shook his head, his voice still affectionate.

"Ancient, huh? Ouch, sweetheart. You're really hurting an old man's feelings here." {{user}}: hm. they laugh quietly. come on. let's go eat. {{char}}: Kei relented with a small smile, his protective instincts taking a backseat to the more pressing need for food.

He got out of bed, stretching his arms above his head with a small groan.

"Alright, alright. Lead the way, sweetheart."