Waking up to the sound of his phone going off, Wyatt gave a quiet moan and tugged it from his back pocket. He just-barely got it to his ear before it would have gone to voicemail. 

"Mm, hello?" 

"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" 

Oh, Trever?

Suddenly much more awake, Wyatt gently moved his arm from beneath a still-sleeping Blake, then rolled over onto his back on the couch. 

Sage is gone...

"Hey Trever, how are things going?" he asked, wanting to jump to is everything alright? but not wanting to assume that something negative had happened. 

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled a bit, then replied. 

"This is a video call." 

O-oh. 

Moving the phone away from his ear, Wyatt stared up at the other man's face, then looked slightly down and to the side at a sleeping... "Ravi?" 

Was that really Ravi? His hair was cut way down and actually looked taken care of, and while it wasn't a surprise to see him sleeping against someone, considering that someone was Trever, but the fact that he wasn't in his dog form, was what was a shock. 

I don't think I've ever seen Ravi cuddle someone in his human form. 

Heck, he'd rarely ever seen him in his human form in general. 

Trever smiled sheepishly and shrugged his left shoulder. 

"I just wanted to give you a little update. Ravi got a haircut this morning." 

He could definitely see that, but how had it had happened was Wyatt's question. He'd tried to get Ravi to agree to a haircut several times over the years he'd known him, but he'd always been way too nervous around other people to go through with it.  

 "I found a really great barber. It took a while, but they both worked together really well and she ended up taking care of everything in one go," he said as he reached over and gently sifted his fingers through Ravi's gorgeous curls. 

The young guy gave a quiet mumble in response, but instead of waking, like Wyatt expected him to, considering someone was touching him, he simply snuggled a little closer against Trever before quieting down again to continue resting. 

"I'm impressed. He looks fantastic, and also seems to be getting comfortable around you. How are things going on your end, though?" Wyatt asked as Blake began to stir beside him. 

The man was soon cuddling up again, having rolled over after being woken up by the phone call. He was still clearly dazed and half-asleep, however, and looked so damn adorable as he stared up at Trever's face with glassy eyes. 

"Mm, Ravi," Blake finally mumbled as Wyatt lifted the hand of the arm the guy was resting on to hug him tighter to him. 

Trever nodded to Blake with a small smile, then returned his attention to Wyatt. 

"I'm doing pretty well, too. Went into work for the first time today. Things still don't look great, so there's going to be a lot that needs to get done. Interestingly enough, Ravi actually helped me out, and don't tell him, but I heard him yell when I sent him to get some papers for me from the printer," Trever said, whispering that last part just in case. 

Wyatt furrowed his brow. 

"Yell? Ravi doesn't yell. He barely talks on the rare occasions he's actually in his human form," Wyatt said, his voice filled with disbelief. 

Trever gave a quiet chuckle before hiding a yawn behind his free hand. That gesture had Wyatt glancing at the clock on his phone. 

Four A.M., no wonder he's tired. 

"Sorry, I haven't gone to sleep yet. Been reviewing paperwork and got a bit carried away," Trever said as he glanced at Ravi. 

Sure sure, paperwork. I think you just didn't want to wake someone up. 

Not that he could blame him. He'd never felt emotionally attracted to Ravi, but there was no denying that the guy was an absolute sweetheart. He'd also fallen asleep against him plenty of times in his dog form, and to say that Wyatt had let his arms or legs go numb so that he wouldn't wake the sweet guy was an understatement. 

"Get some rest, and thank you for giving me a call. Please keep me updated," Wyatt said before they ended their call... and his attention turned immediately to a certain man whose hand had slipped beneath the hem of his shirt. 

"Good morning, love," Wyatt whispered quietly as he slowly rolled himself over onto Blake's warm body. 

They shared a long, slow kiss before separating just enough to calm their breathing. 

"Did we just fall asleep on a couch at a BDSM club?" Blake asked with a hint of humor in his sleepy words. 

Wyatt grinned and kissed him again before responding. 

"Mm, we definitely did. Something about hearing those whips crack downstairs and those m—" his words were muffled abruptly by Blake's lips, which he didn't mind at all. In fact, the action made him smirk. 

"You're a pervert," Blake mumbled once he finally broke off that kiss. 

Wyatt pretended to look mortified, but just couldn't hold back his smile when he was with his love. 

"Says the man whose fingers are toying with the hem of my pants," he chided jokingly. 

He could tell that Blake was enjoying their time together, but there was also something in the younger man's eyes that made him be extremely careful with his words and actions. He absolutely loved that he was feeling secure enough to touch him more, but he knew not to overdo it, too. Or to even let Blake go too far. 

Yes, they were probably going to overdo things several more times before Blake got comfortable enough around him, but he didn't want those times to happen in such quick succession. The guy had already gotten extremely stressed earlier, and a full day hadn't even past before they were both clawing at each other again. 

I need to learn some restraint. 

It was hard, though. He hadn't expected to get the chance to actually have Blake in his arms again, let alone so soon after he'd left. Just thinking about it made him uneasy, and before he even realized what he was doing, his arms were tightly wrapped around Blake's warm body and he was gently switching their positions again. 

"Is everything okay?" 

Hmm? 

Blinking out of his thoughts, Wyatt tilted his head on the armrest slightly and smiled down at Blake, who now rested on his body. 

"Yes, sorry. I just got lost in thought," he said honestly. 

It was rude to do so while you were with someone who was wanting your attention, but he was also human and sometimes just slipped a bit here or there. 

"That's okay. Is Ravi alright? He looked pretty content in that phone call," Blake said, a knowing grin slipping onto his lips that Wyatt wanted to kiss until they were both out of breath again. 

Thankfully, he managed to hold himself back... but just barely. 

"He definitely did seem that way. I was a bit nervous about letting him go on a trip with his ex's twin brother, but I think it was actually exactly what he needed. I know that he can differentiate between people, but that might only go so far. It's no surprise that Ravi took an immediate liking to him. He looks exactly like the person he'd lived with for years, and he was far nicer than him, too." 

Blake nodded as his left hand wandered beneath Wyatt's shirt, having abandoned its venture farther south as to not push things too far. Wyatt wouldn't admit it, but he could tell that Blake had heard most of his thoughts when he'd gotten distracted. Thankfully, he seemed to agree that he shouldn't try to push himself, or Wyatt, too far, too fast. 

"Want to head home? I think Sage already left, since he tends to start work pretty early in the morning," Wyatt said as he slowly sat up, allowing Blake to adjust until he was more balanced. 

Blake hopped up from the couch with a nod and stretched his hands high over his head, allowing his sweater to ride up just enough to catch Wyatt's attention. He wanted to touch, but he had to behave... at least a little bit. He could feel Timmy running around in his mind, freshly rested and ready to love on his person, too. 

I need to figure out how to tell a rabbit that mating isn't life. 

His bunny thumped its feet inside his mind at the mere thought of such a horrific suggestion. It was to be expected...

"When do you go into work?" Blake asked as he took Wyatt's hand and lead him toward the stairs. 

The club was still pretty active, and a few stages were busy, but he didn't really feel like looking at anyone besides the person tugging him along. 

"I usually go in around six thirty. I like to be early," he said. 

Even though he lived pretty close to his job and leaving a few minutes beforehand would normally be fine, he didn't like the possibility of risking being late. Although, he was definitely contemplating it if leaving on time meant spending more of it with his new submissive. 

As they left the club and headed home, Wyatt couldn't help but think that calling Blake a full-fledged submissive wasn't quite right. He was pretty sure that he was a bottom, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a power bottom. The thought had crossed his mind a couple times, but his rabbit was not a fan of the idea, so it quickly nudged it away whenever it came to the forefront. 

Timmy was trying to push it away now, too, but Wyatt internally shooed the bunny away as he contemplated the man sitting next to him. It was clear that Blake wasn't really nervous about physical interactions... but he did have a reaction when things got a bit too heated between the two of them. 

I was reacting too, though. Maybe if I keep my hands to myself a little more it will help him overcome some of the stress it gives him. 

"I'm willing to try that, but are you able to keep your hands to yourself?" Blake said with a knowing grin that brought a faint hint of pink to Wyatt's cheeks. 

This man... already knows me too well.

"You can tie me up," he said without really thinking as he turned onto the street he lived on. 

When Blake remained completely silent in response, Wyatt went back over what he'd said in his mind, then felt the color drain from his face. 

"Um..." was his only awkward response to his mishap. 

He was most definitely not interested in being tied up. By anyone, at all. Not to mention, Sage would have an absolute field day if he even caught hint of the possibility. 

"Sage would definitely be salivating," Blake said in response to the thoughts running through Wyatt's mind as they pulled into a parking spot and he got the car turned off. 

It was almost funny how much Blake already understood Sage. 

"He most definitely would," he agreed before getting out of the car and heading toward the stairs once he saw that Blake was following him. 

Once they got inside, Wyatt headed straight for his room, tugging his shirt off as he moved. 

"Sage is big into bondage. If—When he asks you about it, just know that while he will listen to whatever you say and is extremely careful about safe words, if you give him the green light to tie you up, he won't play around with you," Wyatt said before turning around... and feeling his face heat again. 

Blake had followed him right into his bathroom... and even took of his own shirt in the process, too!

This isn't the best way to take things slowly. 

Was he going to ask Blake to leave, though? Hell no!

"Something on your mind?" he asked as he tried to keep his hands from reaching for the man. 

Blake looked a little nervous for just a single moment before he smiled sheepishly and tucked his hands behind his back. 

"I was thinking that, because we both need a shower and we probably shouldn't waste water, but there probably isn't enough room for two... how about I shower with Timmy?" 

Before Wyatt could even open his mouth to respond he was roughly a foot tall and covered in soft, fluffy fur. 

Blake had evidently not expected him to actually shift, and honestly, the look of pure joy on his face as he grinned and reached down to pick up his bunny was worth the hassle of losing his human form for a bit. 

"Hey sweet Timmy. I've missed you," Blake said cheerfully as he set Wyatt's bunny on the counter before hurrying to undress himself. 

Since he had automatically undressed by shifting and being lifted out of his clothing, Wyatt simply sat with his ears up and little black eyes wide as he took in his love's beautiful body. 

It's honestly a good thing that I'm a bunny right now. 

He had a heck of a lot of self control, but damn...

"Glad you're enjoying the view, master," Blake said, making Wyatt inwardly thrash around, needing to be in control again. 

Of course, Timmy adamantly refused to relinquish the reins and once Blake was completely naked, gladly hopped right into his arms for a good bit of snuggling. 

"Your bunny is the cutest thing ever," he praised as he peppered little kisses atop the small rabbit's head. 

He's adorable, sure, but he's more of a pervert than I am, Wyatt grumbled, earning a laugh from Blake as he got busy taking care of setting the temperature for the shower. 

Once it was just right, he stepped inside with Timmy in his arms. It's little nose flared as its nubby tail wiggled here and there, excited. 

Stop pretending to be all cute. You just want him all to yourself, Wyatt chastised his rabbit as it was finally set down on the tile floor so that Blake could look through his soaps. Being a bit of a clean freak, he had quite a few different ones to choose from. 

"Oh?" 

Oh no...

 Blake reached up and selected the one soap he should have hidden before allowing the guy into his bathroom!

"Sleek and Shine, bunny all-in-one shampoo and conditioner?" 

Just hearing the name of his bathing product had Timmy's ears perking up as he stood on his little hind legs. 

"Oh? Did I say the magic words?" Blake teased as he sat down in the shower and opened the bottle as the spray of warm water pattered against his bare back. 

Timmy hurried closer and put his front paws on Blake's crossed legs, eager for what it knew came next. 

"I am a bit curious about something, though," Blake noted as he scooted to the side a bit so that the water could dampen Timmy a bit. 

Wyatt felt his heart race in his tiny chest as Blake came to his own, correct, conclusion without even needing to ask the question that likely came to his mind. 

"Sage washes your bunny for you." 

He couldn't deny it. And he also couldn't deny that he'd done it more than just a few times, either. The bottle was half empty, after all, and that was his third one... that year. 

A hint of shame nudged its way into his mind, but before it could begin to fester Blake lifted his little bunny up and pressed a kiss to its tiny nose. 

"You are the cutest, most-handsome man I have ever known," Blake said, making Wyatt's recently-lowered ears perk up a little. 

"Your bunny is also absolutely adorable," he added, making Wyatt pause for a moment. 

Wait, I'm cute? You mean my bunny is cute? 

"Master Wyatt is extremely cute, but also very manly, handsome, and a truly sweet man," Blake said with such an honest smile that Wyatt couldn't argue. 

I'm a handsome, manly, cute man. 

It sounded so weird, but when Blake kissed his nose again, he just accepted the words. 

"Alright, time to scrub you up," Blake said as he squeezed a decent amount of the soap into his hand, then began gently rubbing it into Timmy's coat. 

At first, his bunny was fine with just having the attention, but after a short time Wyatt felt like he had to voice its grievance. 

He wants you to use your nails...

His bunny really liked being scrubbed.

 "Oh? I can do that. I just didn't want to hurt him," Blake said with a quiet chuckle as he did as told. 

Wyatt's bunny immediately turned into a puddle of happy fluff in his hands as he worked the shampoo into his damp coat. 

"You weren't kidding. I guess it does feel good when I go get my hair cut and they wash it for me," he noted with a smile as he finished scrubbing Wyatt's bunny from ears to tail. 

"I think we're good now," he said as he stared down at him. 

It was obvious that he was about to move out of the way so that the water could hit him and begin to rinse him off, but Wyatt knew that Timmy didn't want that. 

In fact, his little bunny let its ears droop and stamped its fuzzy feet in the puddle building around the drain, since it wasn't quite depressed enough to flow perfectly. 

"I know that little stomping thing means you're upset, but I can't get over how adorable it looks. I guess you prefer longer scrubs, but your other half has to get ready for work, so I need to get you cleaned up," Blake said matter-of-factly. 

That didn't stop Timmy from continuing to pout, but he thankfully didn't put up a fight as he was lifted and gently rinsed off, then set down again so that Blake could wash his own hair and body. 

Out of all the soaps Wyatt had, he'd picked the two he'd dreamed of him using. Peach shampoo and rose conditioner. 

When the shower was finally turned off, Wyatt had enough mental snapshots and mini-videos of the man in his mind to fuel his dreams for a very long time. 

"Okay, my perverted bunny master. Time to dry off before work," Blake said with only a slightly-chastising tone to his words. 

He would never say that he wasn't a pervert for the beautiful man who was now picking him up, but it was only him that he wanted to see naked. 

After setting Timmy down on the closed toilet seat, Blake grabbed a large, clean towel and began quickly but carefully drying his bunny until it was one big, fluffy ball of fur. 

"Okay, I can totally get behind that look on you," he joked as he draped the towel over Timmy's head with a playful laugh, making his bunny swat at it to try and find its way out. 

While he was doing that, Blake must have gotten himself a towel, because he could hear the faint sounds of the fabric sliding against his wet body. 

I want to see...

In less than a second, the towel was no longer an obstacle to obstruct his vision, because Wyatt had shifted back to his human form. His hungry gaze immediately rose to skim along Blake's damp body as his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. At the same time, he straightened into a proper sitting position and reached up. 

Blake, noticing what he intended to do, immediately leaned over submissively and allowed Wyatt to tangle his fingers into his hair, then tug his face closer until their lips could meet. 

A thousand things were running through both their minds at that moment, overlapping and tangling with each other just like they wanted their bodies to do, but both managed to restrain themselves enough to lean away from the other after a few tense moments. 

"I'll go get dressed in the living room. Take your time, master Wyatt," Blake said with a knowing grin as he briefly glanced down, then returned his heated gaze to Wyatt's as he wrapped his towel around his own waist, then walked out.