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Manners were something Daniel mostly saved for when he was trying to get something. Typically, those things could boiled down to three categories: food, sex, or clothes. Of course, there were other things thrown in the mix occasionally, but those were the core three.
Plain out asking for what he currently wanted already a failure, he figured whipping out those seldom used manors was worth a shot. Leaning into Markus, he tried again, “Please?”
“No.” The immediate response wasn’t what he had wanted to hear. ‘No’ only ever made the blond more stubborn, more determined to get what he wanted.
Daniel bit his lip as he tried to hold back before stooping to his next tactic, the phrase so silly and stupid to him that he had to psych himself up just to say it. “Pretty please?”
“No.” Markus wasn’t even looking at him anymore, his attention turned back to the news article he had been reading.
Daniel whined and threw his arms up, exasperated that his lowest level hadn't worked. “Come on…”
Markus quickly retorted, “That one wasn’t even asking.” The smart aleck tone he had used to point out the obvious only further annoyed the blond.
“Fine…” Daniel pouted and gave the best puppy eyes he could manage.
Markus hardly spared him a glance. “Nope.”
A louder whine escaped Daniel. “Oh, come on! How do you resist that?”
“With practice from all the other times you've used it.” If anything, Markus only seemed to be amused by the other’s begging. As if it were just a show for him to enjoy.
“Fine. You leave me no choice.” Daniel spoke his words with finality before snaking his arms around Markus’s neck and leaning close. He batted his eyelashes at him and closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together.
Markus stood there for a moment and let the blond do all the work before caving. He hummed into the kiss, ditching his article in favor of wrapping his arms around the other as he kissed back. He slipped his hands under the other’s shirt and relished in the needy sound it drew out when he brushed his hands over bare skin.
Satisfied with his teasing, Markus pulled away and let out a sigh at his resignation, though he couldn’t help the soft grin that spread across his face at the same time. “Fine, you win. Pull up the page and I’ll grab my card.”
“Thanks Babe!” Haven gotten what he wanted, Daniel’s demeanor did a 180 as he chimed his words with a beaming grin. He pressed a quick kiss to the other’s cheek before running off to grab his laptop.
Watching the other leave, Markus knew Daniel would be the death of his bank account. For someone still coming out of the toxic masculinity he’d been raised with, he sure had an expensive taste and knew how to go through money fast. Though, what were rich boyfriends for if not spoiling their lovers?
Leather jackets, designer skinny jeans, shoes - oh, god, the shoes . Daniel could easily fill an entire walk-in closet with just his shoes. It always seemed like he was buying more, his collection never ending.
Most of these beloved shoes were sneakers, no two pairs quite the same and each one something the blond had been dying to have. Though, he also had plenty of ‘badass combat boots,’ as he liked to call them, and only a handful of shoes that he would actually wear. Not to mention some of the more wild shoes like his few pairs of slutty thigh high boots or ones with insanely tall soles or spikes or even a pair or two of good, old sexy high heels.
Daniel was obsessed with shoes and was always begging for more. (Though, when
wasn’t
Daniel begging for more of something?) Markus was glad to indulge the other, but couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him as he caught a glimpse of the four digit checkout price. As he handed over his credit card, he was left wondering just what he would do with Daniel if he didn’t have the pleasure of having been adopted into such a wealthy family.