"Put on your Top Hat, baby", Tim whispered, nuzzling into Rob's neck and
inhaling the scent of a day's work and the faint hint of this morning's soap. Friday and the world could at last fall away.
Rob hesitated for a moment and brought his hands up to steady Tim's face, and searched out the other man's beautiful eyes; the slight blush on his partner's cheeks and quickly dropped gaze gave him his answer.
"Yeah?"
"Please."
Rob captured his lips in a firm kiss and ran a hand down Tim's back to pat his backside warningly.
"Bring me your hairbrush."
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