Now he knows why Daniel always tells Vincent to keep the scruff.

Mood.

Gorgeous.

Raises a brow. "You good?"

Exhales. He's bored.

[ Going to be doing a massive wipe/cleaning. A soft restart of Vince. Same guy, same king pin, just getting a fresh start on dms and follows.

Just trying to rub a blood stain off his cuff with a napkin. One of those days.

He was out all night and just wants his boy daniel. Maybe... just maybe he's drunk and soft.

Don't mind him as he just plops down beside Daniel and exhales. "The guys wanted to celebrate..." He mumbles as he flips over, facing up. "I'm not so young anymore, Danny. Can't keep up." Just laughs. God, he's buzzed.

How the hell did Vincent get this lucky. Should he expect to see the boy in his office with bags and coffee?

If none of you know yet, yes, daniel is Vincent's and only his. Don't get any ideas.

He cancelled all of his plans and meetings. He's waiting with an empty lap and a big fucking smile.

-- Domestic.

He doesn't know how to cook. He... burned pasta.

Apparently there wasn't enough water. Fucking bullshit. ... Pizza it is.

Grunts. Yeah. Soft. So what? Happily bear hugs the boy and squeezes. "You didn't have to do this, you know."

He wanted to cook his boy a nice meal. He almost set the kitchen on fire.

Vince stares down at his chest, big brown stain all over. "Is it /that/ noticable?" He simply lets Daniel play with his hair, Vince was there for Daniel's pleasure. "Hungry?"

... Maybe next time he'll cook in an apron and nothing else. Dessert? Daniel's ass.

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