You gotta say it, baby. I don’t know what you mean.

And what’s the magic word?

There’s my good boy.

Impatient. Tsk.

You’re always needy, cutie.

Hmmmmm.... i don’t know if I should.

I know you did and that was very very polite of you. My good bunny.

No but. Come get your kisses, baby.

Choking down a hefty exhale, he holds the younger in his arms and laughs instead. “Baby!”

“Don’t be like that, baby. I was only playing.” He pouts playfully at the accusation.

“I guess I need to make it up to you, then?” Sneaking a quick nip in retaliation.

“Okay, I’ll do so by making you breakfast.” Standing up straight and setting his boyfriend back on his feet. To the kitchen he goes!

“Don’t I always?” Cue a smug wink.

COOS. MY BABY BUNNY.

“Pancakes or waffles, baby boy?” He’s pulling on a ‘kiss the chef’ apron.

Scoops up the little ball of fluff, careful to hold onto the food to so as not to disturb the munching.

“Coming right up!” He’s quick to start grabbing ingredients from the pantry, always having materials on deck in case of an emergency just like this; impressing the boyfriend. “If I give you strawberries, can you cut them up?”

An absolutely unstoppable stream of coos follow. He strokes the bunny’s ear and simply watches in contentment.

Chuckles, sliding over the container and a small knife. “I know you do, bunny. I just didn’t know if you wanted to be pampered.”

Always such a sassy bun. Still, Xavier obliges setting him on the pillow and carefully sitting beside him.