〝 perks of marrying a supermodel, 〞agrees Gilbert, eyes glistening with fondness. the look melts into something more playful with George’s words. 〝 ah, mon cœur, tu te crois vraiment ‘hot shit’, n’est ce pas .ᐣ give a mouse a cookie, give a man a supermodel. . . 〞

a deer in the headlights look from the Frenchman, and he gives a half-hearted tug on his arm. 〝 j’sais pas de quoi tu parles .ᐟ qu'est-ce que j'ai pu faire pour mériter un punis .ᐣ don’t be ridiculous, mon amour .ᐟ 〞

〝 what can i say .ᐣ women want to be me, men want to fuck me; i can’t help that i’m beautiful, 〞the grin he shoots at his husband is just as dazzling as he is. 〝 but there’s only one man i want to 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 me. 〞

his breathing picks up a notch, alongside his pulse. like a prey animal in survival mode, he freezes at his husband’s words. 〝 you’re forgetting your place, mon cœur, 〞he tries. 〝 perhaps i need to put you back in it. 〞

his lashes flutter, fingertips digging into the man’s forearm——but not pulling him away. 〝 you were such a good boy for me, 〞he says. 〝 you still can be, baby. let—let me take control. . . 〞 he’s starting to not even believe himself. he’s missed this as much as he fears it.

Gilbert shrugs, running his knee along the man’s inner thigh. 〝 j’sais pas. how does it feel to be lured .ᐣ 〞 looking up at the man through his lashes, hands snaking beneath his husband’s suit vest, he whispers, 〝 dis-moi que tu es à moi encore. 〞

this is fun for Lafayette. playing old seduction games with a safety net. his lips mouth at the man’s neck, smearing gloss on his collar and darkening the skin there. his words next come low and breathy in George’s ear.〝 alors dis-moi. es-tu à moi .ᐣ t'ai-je leurré .ᐣ 〞

a soft tutting from Lafayette, and he leans up to press a sticky glossed kiss to the older man’s cheek. his voice is just as low when he says, 〝 je pense que l'on peut mieux me montrer que me dire. we’ll save that for later, though——give you something to fantasize about. 〞

⠀ 〝 oui, Monsieur, 〞says Lafayette into his airpods, slipping his hoops into his ears. 〝 nous venons toujours. bisous, a bientôt! 〞 hanging up the phone, he glances over at George Washington. 〝 did you put Georges in those dress shoes i bought him, cher .ᐣ 〞 ⠀

⠀ 〝 c'est encore pire lorsque t’as un homme qui devrait faire cela, mais qui doit aller au ‘ travail ’. 〞 ⠀

⠀ Lafayette slips his heels off at the door——prepared to creep through the house to the bedroom. those plans are halted by the living room lamp flickering on, revealing a tired looking George Washington. 〝 merde. i’m sorry, baby; were you waiting up for me .ᐣ 〞 ⠀

⠀ fashion week is coming to an end and like every year, Lafayette struggles to transition from the fashion world to normalcy. he places dinner for both George Washington and Georges. but there doesn’t seem to be food for himself. 〝 see, i made your favorite, Georges. 〞 ⠀

〝 oui, t’peux. t’peux gérer tout ce que je te donne, 〞he purrs back, leaning in to give his husband a filthy kiss. when he pulls back, Lafayette is grinning.〝 tu vois comme c'est facile pour moi de séduire, non .ᐣ you should feel lucky i use my powers on you, only. 〞