Luke's Kitten ✔

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"Alright baby. Time to make your Christmas list. What do you want?" I asked, looking down at the hybrid.

He set his elbow on the counter, putting his chin in his hand. Cocking an eyebrow, he smirked at me. I sighed, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"Why do you want to have sex with me so badly?" I asked.

"You say that like you don't want to." He frowned.

"I don't mean it that way." I said, "I'm just saying I want it to be special for you. Its your first time baby."

"I know its just..." Michael sighed, pulling his arms off the counter, "I don't know."

I pecked his forehead, pushing his fringe back, "What? Am I not romantic enough?"

He bit his lip and I took that as a yes, "Well that hurt."

"I'm sorry daddy. I know doms aren't supposed to be super sappy and stuff but I like that stuff." He shrugged.

"Its fine baby. How bout we take a nice, romantic, bubble bath." I suggested.

Michael giggled and nodded, a smile appearing on his lips. I grinned back and grabbed his hands.

"After Christmas we can go on a little vacation. You and me. We'll go to new York and have a real getaway. No business, no nothing. Just you and me and a huge hotel room to ourselves."

"Really?" He gasped.

"Of course baby. Only the best for you."

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I hummed softly, pulling the small hybrid closer. He fell asleep a little bit ago and now he was laying on my chest while sucking on his thumb. I still wondered why he did such an action while he slept, but I didn't want to upset him so I never mentioned it.

The flickering candle lights dimly lit the dark bathroom. The soothing atmosphere almost made me forget about almost burning my hand off while lighting all the candles.

As romantic as I tried to be, I failed miserably. Even if he didn't like it, Michael smiled and said it was beautiful and perfect.

Now as I looked down at the boy, I realized how lucky I was to know him. His bright green eyes that looks at everything with curiosity and excitement and how his lips twisted into shining smiles or cute little pouts.

His fingers were always twiddling with something, whether it be the hem of his skirt or my lip ring.

Now he whimpered softly, opening his eyes, "Daddy?"

"Right here baby." I whispered, running the pad of my thumb along his cheek.

"Okay." He whispered back, closing his eyes again.

Michael moved, his tail going to  coil around my wrist. He mumbled a quiet 'love you'.

"I love you baby."