#i came up with the angle when i woke up the morning of the 30th

[bookshelf-in-progress]

The Turning of the Year: A Cinderella Retelling

In a long-ago year, in a faraway land, there lived a girl named Alena. She lived in the house of a cruel stepmother, who hated her because she was so much prettier than her own daughter, and who made Alena do all the work of the house. Though the stepmother let her eat only scraps and wear only rags, Alena grew only more kind and beautiful as the year's went by, while her own daughter, Vanda, grew ever more coarse and cruel.

Now one December, it became known that the king of the land would host a grand ball in the city upon the eve of the New Year. Alena, like all other girls, wished to attend, and asked her stepmother if she could go. Her stepmother promised that she could, in order to convince Alena to work even harder in the weeks before.

But when New Year's Eve arrived, and Alena asked if she could dress for the ball, her stepmother cried, "A ball? When there is so much work to do? We must cast out the old year! You shall attend no ball before the house is cleaned. If there is even a speck of dust left in this house at midnight, you shall bring bad luck upon us all--and it shall be very bad luck for you.”

With that, her stepmother left the house, along with her own daughter, Vanda, to purchase trimmings for their dresses at the ball.

Scarcely had Alena begun to clean the kitchen when she heard footsteps near the back garden gate. When Alena peered outside, she found an old woman walking alone, her back so bent she could not stand without her staff, and her hair so white the snowflakes seemed dark upon it.

“Good mother!” Alena cried, rushing to the woman’s aid. “Come inside to warm yourself! It is no weather for traveling.”

The old woman took a seat by the fire with thanks, and gladly shared the crust of bread that was the only meal Alena’s stepmother had given her.

“You are good to an old woman,” the stranger said. “Yet that is no surprise, for you have been good the whole year through.”

“You do not know me,” Alena said in surprise.

“But I do,” the woman replied, “for I am the Old Year. You have shown me kindness near the end of my journey, so I will be glad to do what I can to help you in yours. What troubles you, child?”

Alena said with sorrow, “My stepmother will not let me attend the prince’s ball until I have cleaned every speck of dust from the house.”

“That is easily done,” the Old Year said, “for April shall reign in this house for the hour.”

With that, though the woman remained old and bent upon her stool, she also seemed somehow to be tall and straight, young and beautiful, with apple blossoms in her golden hair. In the garden outside, the snow clouds cleared away for springtime sun, and warm breezes blew through the house, gathering all the dirt and dust and soot and spreading it neatly in the gardens outside. While spring reigned, Alena gathered blossoming branches from the garden and placed them in jars around the house. Before the hour was over, the house shone. The old woman then lost her youthful aura, and winter returned to the gardens outside.

Alena thanked the Old Year from the bottom of her heart, but at that moment, her stepmother and stepsister returned. Alena, knowing that her stepmother would beat her for letting a ragged stranger into the house, hid the Old Year in the pantry just before her mother entered the kitchen.

“You lazy girl!” Stepmother shouted, when she saw Alena sitting on the stool near the fireplace. “Why are you sitting when the house must be cleaned?”

“It is clean, Stepmother,” Alena replied.

Her stepmother protested, but when she inspected the house, she found not a speck of dust.

She returned to the kitchen filled with rage, for she did not wish Alena to attend the ball and outshine her own daughter in the presence of the prince. When there, she saw the sacks of grain that Alena had moved out of the pantry to make room for the old woman.

“Aha!” her stepmother said. “You have forgotten the grain! We cannot enter the old year with bad grain. You must sift through every kernel so you can throw out the bad and keep the good. If this is not done before midnight, it will be a bad year for you.”

With that, her stepmother and Vanda returned to their rooms to prepare their dresses for the ball. Alena wept by the fireplace, and when she let the old year back into the kitchen, she told her the new task her stepmother had given her.

“That is no trouble,” the Old Year said. “Dry your eyes, child, for July shall reign in this house for the hour.”

Though the woman remained as old as ever, Alena thought she could also see her as a woman of middle age, with roses in hair just beginning to go gray. Through the windows flew every one of summer’s songbirds--warblers, robins, thrushes, vireos, orioles, flycatchers, tanagers, grosbeaks. At the Old Year’s commands, they opened the sacks, and threw the good grain into the barrels and the bad out the back door.

The gardens outside were lush and green, and Alena spent the hour in the sunshine, gathering strawberries, raspberries, and roses by the armful. The birds finished their work before the hour was over, and then flew out the doorway. The sunshine faded, the snow returned, and Alena thanked the Old Year with all her heart.

Just then, her stepmother emerged from her rooms, and Alena hid the Old Year in the pantry once more. Her stepmother and Vanda were fully dressed for the ball, but they had been so absorbed in their own looks that they had not seen even a moment of the summer that had filled the house.

"The grain is sorted, Stepmother," Alena said. "That means I can go to the ball."

With anger in her heart, her stepmother sorted through the grain, but she could not find one bad kernel to blame Alena for.

"You stupid girl!" she said at last. "Just because the grain is sorted, it doesn't mean your work is done. You have forgotten the mattresses! We cannot meet the new year in beds filled with last year's down! You must empty all the mattresses and stuff them all with fresh feathers before you can even think of attending the ball!"

She forced Alena to drag the mattresses to the kitchen, and then she and Vanda returned to their rooms to finish dressing their hair.

With that, Alena fell to weeping once again. The Old Year emerged and asked what troubled her.

"My stepmother demands I restuff the mattresses before I can attend the ball."

"That is no trouble," the Old Year said. "September shall reign in this house for the hour."

The next moment, though the woman remained old and bent, Alena also saw her as a woman not quite so old, with an elegant bearing and iron-gray hair that was woven with autumn leaves. The light outside became golden, while the plants in the garden grew brown and dry, and the trees bore apples among flaming leaves.

The sky grew dark as the air filled with the sound of beating wings, and in a moment, geese and ducks of every kind filled the gardens. The birds filed through the door, and at the Old Year's command, they pulled the old feathers from the mattresses and replaced them with a few feathers pulled from their own wings and tails and breasts. While the birds worked, Alena went to the gardens and gathered sweet apples from the groaning trees.

When the hour was over, the birds flew away, leaving behind mattresses plump with fresh new feathers. Alena thanked the Old Year with all her heart, then flew up the stairs to prepare for the ball.

Her stepmother met her in the hall outside her bedchamber, her hair dressed and ready for the ball.

"I have finished the work, Stepmother," Alena said, "so I will be able to go with you to the ball."

Her stepmother did not believe her, but when Alena brought the mattresses upstairs, she found them so plump and clean and fresh that she could find no fault to blame Alena for.

"You foolish child," her stepmother said at last, so angry she could barely speak. "You cannot possibly attend the ball, for you have nothing suitable to wear."

"I have one dress," Alena said. She flew into her dark, drafty little room and emerged with a gown that had once belonged to her mother. "This dress will fit me, and it is fit to be seen even by a king."

Her stepmother could see that in such a dress, even old as it was, Alena would still far outshine her own daughter in the prince's eyes. She tore the dress from Alena's hands, and with hands made strong by fury, she tore at the seams until the dress tore in two.

"This rag?" Her stepmother cried. "You cannot attend the ball in something so old. I would not have you come and give shame to us all. You must stay here and greet the new year alone."

With that, she and Vanda put on their cloaks, stepped in their carriage, and departed for the ball, leaving Alena weeping in the hallway.

While she wept, the Old Year came to her side and asked what troubled her.

"I am without hope," Alena said. "Though all the work is done, I cannot attend the ball, for I have nothing but rags to wear."

"Nonsense, child," the Old Year said. "You shall be the finest woman there, for you will be clothed in all the bounty of the year."

The Old Year helped Alena to her feet, and through tear-filled eyes, Alena saw the woman change, so she seemed old and young and middle-aged all at once. In the gardens outside, spring blossoms sprouted beside summer's roses, and autumn's leaves blazed over winter's snow. Sun and snow and wind and rain all seemed to fill the little hall where Alena stood. Her limp hair piled high atop her head and was crowned with the blossoms of spring. Her rags became a gown as soft as the petals of summer's roses, and bright with autumn's crimson and gold. A cloak of winter-white feathers stretched from her shoulders to the ground, and her feet were shod in shoes of winter's ice, which through some miracle neither froze her feet nor melted upon the floor.

"Old Mother!" Alena cried in gratitude, throwing her arms around the old woman. "I cannot thank you enough."

"You have earned it," the Old Year said, "but I warn you that I will fade away at midnight's chime, and when I go, my gifts will disappear. You must leave quickly, child, while time lasts."

With that, another wind, warm and icy all at once, wrapped itself around Alena and lifted her through the window. In moments, she found herself before the king's palace, which was all lit up for the festival.

At the ball, her beauty far outshone every woman there, and the dancers stopped dancing to whisper about this strange foreign princess who had arrived with no escort. The king, seeing her, was enchanted at once, and asked for her hand in the dance. For the rest of the night, Alena danced with no other, and found the king as kind and handsome as all the tales had claimed.

The hours flew by in what seemed like moments, until just as the king led her out toward a balcony, the palace clock began to chime the midnight hour.

"The new year has come!" the king declared, but Alena fled from him, out of the palace, down the stairs, and to the dark and snow-covered city streets. The Old Year's wind--what was left of it--found her and carried her through the midnight sky, but at the stroke of twelve, it faded away, dropping Alena into her house's back garden, clad once more in her rags. A single shoe of winter's ice clung to her left foot--though the Old Year's gifts had faded, winter still reigned, so only that season's gift remained.

The king, when she fled, ran after her, but he could find no trace of where his partner had gone, save one token, dropped in the place where the wind had picked her up--a single shoe made of winter's unmelting ice. The king declared that he would marry no woman save for the one who fit the miraculous shoe, and at the first light of dawn, he left the palace in search of her.

He had not gone far when he came across a girl child, barely old enough to walk, with hair as soft and golden as the sun's first rays.

"Where are you going?" the child asked him, in a voice too strong and clear for one so young. The king knew at once that he spoke to the newborn Year.

"I search for the woman I love," the king said, "though I have nothing to find her save the shoe she left behind."

"I know her well," the New Year said, "for she was a great friend of my mother's. You will find her in a house at the edge of the city, where spring's blossoms sit next to summer's roses and autumn's fresh apples."

With many thanks, the king swept the child onto his horse, wrapped her in his cloak, and sped off toward the far edge of the city. Before long, he came upon Alena's house, and knew it by the baskets of blossoms, roses and apples she had kept by the kitchen window.

When Alena's stepmother had come home from the ball, she had seen the signs of autumn, spring and summer in her kitchen, and knew that Alena had been the princess at the ball. She searched in Alena's room and found the partner to the shoe the prince held, then she seized Alena by the hair and locked her deep within the cellar. As she saw the prince approach, she fetched Vanda--her own ugly, cruel daughter--and perched her near the window with the blossoming roses, with the shoe of ice upon her foot.

The king rode to the house's entrance and presented himself by the main doors. Alena's stepmother greeted him with warm joy and welcomed him inside. While she took the king's cloak and tended to his boots, she did not see the small child toddle from the prince's side and make her way to the room where Vanda sat waiting.

Once there, the New Year reached her tiny hands toward the loaf of bread that Alena had baked only that morning. "Might I have something to eat?" she asked Vanda.

"Go away, little girl," Vanda said crossly. "Don't you know that the prince is here?"

The New Year asked for bread again, and once more, Vanda scolded her. At last, the child began to cry, and Vanda hit her on the ear and sent her tumbling to the floor.

Red-faced and crying, the New Year rose to her feet and told Vanya. "You are a cruel, selfish girl. Your heart is cold as ice, and so it is winter that will reign in this house today."

With her words, all the doors and windows of the room flew open, and a wind as cold as death blew in. Snow blew into the room and fell in drifts upon the floor. Before long, Vanda's lips and hands were blue, but her feet, encased in blocks of freezing ice, were black as coal.

Vanya's screams drew her mother to her side, and the king, alarmed, trailed in after her. He saw the girl with blackened feet, and though one foot wore the slipper of ice, he knew she was not the girl he sought. He feared that these cruel women had done her some great harm.

While Vanya's mother tended to her and sent for the doctor, the king saw the New Year standing in a drift of snow. He lifted her onto a stool, wrapped her in his cloak, and asked her, "Where is the woman I love? You promised she was here, yet I do not see her, and there are no other women in this house."

"You will find her in the one place where winter did not touch," the New Year said, "for her heart is too warm to be touched by ice."

The king waded through the kitchen's drifting snow and opened the door of the pantry. There, he saw all the house's food stores covered in snow and ice, but with not a flake covering the small door that led to the cellar. With a few blows, the door broke open, and the king pulled Alena out into the morning light.

"I have found you at last," the king cried in joy, and knelt before her with the slipper of ice. "You have my heart," the king replied, "and if you are willing, I would make you my bride."

With a smile, Alena said, "I will gladly be your wife."

With joy, the king took Alena to his home and introduced her to his court as his chosen bride. The people were charmed at once by her beauty and her kindness, and before the month was over, she was wed to the king and became queen over all the land. Her stepmother and stepsister, with Vanya maimed and their food frozen, became paupers, because they, in their pride, refused all of Alena's charity. Their cruelty gained them no friends, and before the winter's end, they were found, frozen to death, in winter's snow.

Alena, reigning as queen by her husband's side, became beloved by all the land. She and her husband remained pure of soul and warm of heart, and together they all lived happily for all the rest of their years.

#the bookshelf progresses #fairy tale retellings #cinderella #have one last fairy tale #i've wanted to do a new year's eve cinderella #and one that mashed it up with the story of the twelve months that i've liked since i was a kid #i came up with the angle when i woke up the morning of the 30th #and decided i had to pull it together before the end of the year #i had wanted to do a full story but it only seemed to work as a fairy tale #(i also wanted to have the twelve months as separate men like in the fairy tale) #(but in practice hiding twelve men made the story ridiculous) #(and the new year as one woman seemed to work both from the fairy godmother angle and the new year angle) #i hope it's not too boring or trite #i just had to write it as quickly as possible #this was just how it came out so i'll have to go with it

[taronfanfic]

30th

A/N: You asked so I delivered. I haven’t read all of this through so excuse the typos, and enjoy the smut! Happy 30th Taron!

Part 2

The crisp winter sunlight woke you early as it shone through the window. You made a dart out of bed to close the curtains before it woke Taron too and the cold morning air hit your naked skin and sent a shiver down your body. As you jumped back into bed too quickly the sensation caused Taron to stir anyway.

“What are you doing?” He groaned without opening his eyes.

“I was trying to keep you asleep for longer but I clearly failed. Happy Birthday, gorgeous.” You leant over and placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Mmm, more.” He demanded with a soft smile as he opened his eyes to be greeted with a close-up view of yours just before you kissed him again. “Did we have the best sex last night or did I dream it?”

“Oh it happened… and our clothes are still in the kitchen to prove it.”

“Fucking hell. Someone’s going to get a shock when they walk in there this morning.”

“We could always go and get them?”

“What, and waste an opportunity like this first?” His hands wrapped around your back and pulled you in closer to his body. “We’re never both awake this early unless we’ve got somewhere to be.” A teasing kiss fell to your lips as Taron started the foreplay. “Morning sex is a win on it’s own, let alone morning birthday sex. I’m a lucky, lucky boy.”

“Need to start calling yourself a man now you’re 30 though.” You teased him back as you ran your thumb across the stubble on his jaw and entwined your leg through his.

“As long as I’m a handsome man.”

“The sexiest, most handsome man I know.” Taron’s smile was stopped when he rushed in to kiss you forcefully. Your hand caressed to the back of his neck as you opened up and teased your tongue against his lips, feeling him respond immediately and let you further in. Everything heated up quickly as Taron moved himself over you and pinned one hand above your head. He broke off the kiss to grin down at you with a devilish smirk before nudging your legs further apart with his knees. The covers had slid down Taron’s back as he knelt up and the cool morning air caught against your erect nipples, grabbing Taron’s attention. He let his intentions slip as he licked his lips at the sight.

“Come on then.” You encouraged him as you reached your free hand up to his bicep.

“Nah-ah. No touching. I wanna make you beg.” He locked his fingers with yours and pinned both arms above your head before he started to work his way down your body. His lips landed first against your forehead to leave a loving, sensual kiss. You got a moment to gaze deeply into his eyes as he rest the tip of his nose against yours and then inched lower to take the kiss you had on offer. The feel of his erection dragging over your skin as he lowered himself to your neck started the throbbing in your core and you knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Mmmm.” You sighed contentedly. “You should turn 30 more often.”

“Or we should do this more often.” Taron replied before switching from side to side as he left wet kisses down your neck. “Reminds me just how much I love every single part of you.” He nipped his teeth against your right shoulder before giving in to his own temptation and heading down to your breast. A rush of pleasure surged up your neck as he looped his tongue around and around your hard nub before sucking and then biting it gently. It had your back arching up off the bed as he switched to the other side and repeated his actions. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair as he pleasured you, but his strength kept you held in place.

“Don’t even try and fight me.”

“T..” You whined at his smugness but were soon left giggling as he peppered your stomach with quick kisses which tickled. The anticipation of the lower half of your body getting his undivided attention had you biting your lip in preparation. Taron knew exactly where your most sensitive spots were and he was about to exploit them to full affect.

His tongue dragged across the bone of your hip and then down into the crevice with the top of your thigh and caused your bum to tense up as you tried to hold back your reaction. He left your waiting as he stopped to inhale your scent before mirroring his action and licking up to your opposite hip. There was no holding back this time as your legs squirmed in delight beneath him, eventually settling with your feet pulled higher up the bed, knees bent and the place you wanted him most on full show.

“Look at you, asking for it.”

“Please.” You started to beg. “I just…”

“You just, what?”

“I need you. I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, and you knew that hearing you say it out loud would turn him on more than anything.

“Go down on me. Please, Taron. Fuck.” You swore as he pushed two fingers inside you, dragged them out sharply and then ran them up through your folds to your clit so he could feel how turned on you were.

“Do one thing for me first, yeah?”

“Anything.” You breathed heavily and opened your eyes after the rush of sensations had calmed to see him right back up at eye level.

“Taste yourself.” His fingers pressed to your lips and you were quick to open up and let your tongue meet his skin to lick one side clean. He joined in with your action and parted his fingers on the way up so your tongues started to meet in the middle. As you reached the tip you took Taron in for a full kiss, sharing the taste of your arousal and moaning softly at how hot that was.

“Fucking hell.” Taron sighed with his next breath and before you could agree you felt him pushing his tip inside you. He released your second hand so he could support himself against the headboard as he started to fuck you, letting you finally have the freedom to touch his hair, neck, shoulders and back. You lifted your feet and wrapped them around his hips to keep the intensity up and Taron could only smile down at your move.

Before long the only noises filling the room were soft pants, skin hitting skin and the muffled thuds of your weight moving against the mattress. Taron kept the rhythm steady, slightly slower than usual but you weren’t complaining as every thrust filled you and kept your orgasm building. You reached up to kiss him lustfully and pull him down against your chest and the change in angle hit the sweetest spot you’d felt in a while. It made you dig your fingernails into his shoulder blades as he went there again and again and again. The breath you’d held was finally released with a high-pitched cry as you came apart and tensed around him. A cry which spurred Taron on to pick up the pace and leave you breathless again. He reached down and took hold of your thigh, lifting it slightly higher up his body before caressing his fingers down to your arse.

“That’s it, come on.” He grunted to himself as he went all in and rushed towards his own release. You were panting, clinging, sweating, and loving every single second of your morning sex as Taron relished in repaying your favours from the night before. He grabbed your arse tightly as his jaw tensed and with a few more thrusts he pulled out and came over you, watching down at the sight of his efforts dripping down over your entrance.

As your highs calmed and you settled back down against one another you heard the movements coming from the floor below as Taron’s friends had woken up.

“There’s no way we’re getting our clothes back before they’ll have found them.”

“I guess they won’t mind us going down there stinking of hot sex then, will they?” Taron laughed softly.

“Post-breakfast shower and round 3 it is then?”

“You read my mind.” A long kiss was shared between you, then a second as you couldn’t resist one more, before getting out of bed.

“Oi! No boxers.” You stopped Taron from raiding the drawer for a clean pair as you threw his dressing gown across the bed to him. “I’ll get a kick out of knowing you’re completely naked under there.” With a simple raise of your eyebrows as you slipped your arms into your own dressing gown and tied it around your naked body Taron knew more mischief was on the cards.

“You’re trouble.”

“And that’s why you love me.” You replied happily as you pulled the door open and made your way downstairs to join Taron’s friends who were sat around the kitchen table discussing the antics from the night before.

“What the?!” Taron stopped in his tracks as he saw two scarves had been tied between the handles on the kitchen cupboards to cordon off the place where you’d had sex.

“It’s a crime scene we didn’t want to touch.”

“Yup, looked a bit sticky for my liking and no one wanted to investigate the puddle on the floor.” His friends added before all laughing.

“It’s just beer.” You clarified as Taron took a seat at the end of the table and tightened up his dressing gown defensively.

“So he didn’t make you cum so hard you squirted everywhere?”

“Or just piss himself?” Jack teased as he passed a fresh mug of tea down to Taron.

“Wow, you lot are gross.”

“Says the one who clearly hasn’t showered since it happened.”

“Twice.” You added for good measure as you started to collect the boxes of cereals.

“Twice! Stop, man. You’ll put me off my breakfast.”

“Round 3 later.” Taron winked at you deliberately as you grabbed the bowls from the cupboard.

“Anyone want toast?”

“We’ve ordered a McDonalds breakfast. The hangovers are too much.”

“Sweet, that saves me doing anything.” You put the bowls away and joined the others at the table, swiftly being ushered down into Taron’s lap when there weren’t enough chairs for everyone.

“I don’t feel that bad actually. Maybe 30’s not as bad as everyone says it is.” Taron commented as his hand slipped smoothly under the wrap of your dressing gown and onto the warm skin of your thigh.

“Or we just sweat it out this morning.” You whispered into his ear and disguised your move by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. As you pulled back you uncrossed your legs and felt Taron’s hand instantly move higher up your lap, dangerously close to your core. He held off going any further until the conversation had moved on and then the whispered conversation between you returned.

“Keep a straight face. Act like nothing’s happening.” He shuffled the chair further in and underneath the dining table to hide his actions as much as he possibly could and you spread your legs a fraction wider to let him get in to your clit. When he first touched you you sat forward and covered your mouth with your hands. It hid your smile but there was no stopping the blush that rose to your cheeks as your eyes closed for a couple of seconds. He’d started with slow, light touches and the odd gentle flick, as though he was mindlessly playing with your nub whilst he continued the conversation with his friends. In reality you knew he was hyper aware of every little twinge your body made against his, especially when your toes started to curl up against his shin. The light touches changed to regular circles, then harder pressed drags up and down either side of your clit. You moved your hair subtly from around your shoulders to try and hide more of your face and had to cough a couple of times to hide the moans that were brewing in your throat. The longer things went on the more animated Taron seemed to become in the conversation. Almost like he was trying to draw the attention down to your end of the table. When it became too much you dropped your hand to his forearm to stop his movements and let the burning sensations settle as you tried to even out your breathing. You were not about to come in front of a room full of Taron’s friends so you shifted your weight to try and get to your feet, but Taron wrapped his free arm quickly around your stomach to keep you in place.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered softly.

“What was that?” Jack asked as he looked straight at you.

“The erm, the food should be here soon, right?” You did your best to act normal as Taron’s finger started up again with feather light flicks at speed over your clit, burning your sensitive core straight back up to the edge.

“Hopefully, are you alright? You look warm?”

“Yep. Just a hot flush or something, ignore me.” You rushed your words before looking away and hoping everyone in the room would disappear. Knowing they were there was holding you back from your release, but Taron wasn’t letting up and your body was seriously about to betray you. You didn’t think you’d hold on for much longer and you weren’t sure how you were going to cover it up until the doorbell rang with the breakfast delivery and a cheer erupted around the table. The tension you were holding up released with your breath as you collapsed your head down to the table to hide your orgasm that shuddered around your body.

“Fucking hell.” You sighed as you looked up to see that everyone else had rushed to the door in excitement.

“God, I love making you cum.” Taron laughed from behind you as he pulled his hand out from your dressing gown and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “Happy Birthday, me!”

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[timebuzzer]

299.1 3rd Person

Earlier that morning before Alex woke up.

Sage woke up with a call from Hans. He wanted to ignore his calls because he didn't want her sleep to be disturbed.

But he texted that it was urgent so he answered his call, in a very low voice. He called about the borrowed scooter as he needed to return it now. Sage then instructed him to bring him a new set of clothes.

After the call, he went back to her embrace. As if on cue, Alex snuggled to him too.

Then he looked at the woman in her arms. He tried pinching himself to see if he was just dreaming, just like before. But he got hurt.

"So it's real. You're mine now..." He whispered then he traced her facial features as if trying to memorize every angle. He just looked at her intently while waiting for Hans.

After a while, Sage heard the doorbell, as he saw Alex still sound asleep, he carefully broke away from her hug and covered her with the sheets. He slowly closed the door to the bedroom and opened the door for Hans.

When Hans came, he noticed that Sage was wearing a "different" shirt. He started to smile mischievously and started to tease him.

"You finally got laid huh?"

Sage did not answer but instead, gave him the keys and asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"In the gym bag. I brought three pairs and some of your toiletries. Just wash it if you feel like overstaying. And I also inserted a box of "you know" in case it comes in handy. I will just send you your schedule. Don't go out without our cue, okay? Anyway, where's Alex?"

"Why do you have a lot of questions? I think you should have been an investigator or a host. She's still sleeping. So be quiet. If she wakes up because of you, I will pull out my shares in your company." He warned.

Hans let out a chuckle and replied, "Fine."

But Hans being Hans, he couldn't stop being nosy so he continued asking. "Sooooo, looks like you successfully delivered the "pizza". Did you eat it? The pizza." Hans asked teasingly.

"Just leave already." Sage then pushed him towards the door.

"Wait. Can I drink water at least? Did you know that I used the fire exit coming up here on the 30th floor by stairs as per Aira's command?"

"Fine. It's in the fridge. You drink, you wash."

"By the way, the food was so good last night. I and Aira actually felt bad because the two of you only had a box of pizza."

"We're fine with the pizza. Just leave when you're done." then Sage went back to the room.

When he opened the door, Hans saw Alex sitting on the bed from the kitchen.

So he greeted her, "Alex, good morning. I'm leaving! Sage is glaring at me right now. Looks like he's so excited to be with you. Thank you for the water. And enjoy your 'lockdown'."

He was about to leave when Sage called him.

"What?"

"Franchise that Pizzaria and buy some shares." then he murmured, "Thank you."

Hans laughed at his remark before Sage shut the door again. "Looks like he loved the pizza."

While going downstairs, he suddenly stopped and thought, "Wait! Did I hear it right? Did he just say 'thank you'?" He was in disbelief.

They've been friends, best friends to be exact since high school but it was the first time he said: "Thank you".

Not that Sage was not thankful for him, but he just had his ways of showing his gratitude. And he understands him very well.

But to hear it from him, Hans felt like he was rewarded as the "Best Friend of the Year" awardee.

"The chase is finally over. Sylvester finally ate Tweety. Pffft! And thank God Aira and I won't have to break up. Thanks to the pizza indeed." So he went down the stairs happily, even whistling a happy song.

Later that day, the Pizzaria had a new franchise and new shareholders under the name of Sage Kim and Hans Oh.

[astormyjet]

December 28th 2016 - March 12th 2017. Hiroshima Part 2, New Year, A Visit From Some Old Friends, Birthdays and a Few Long ‘See-you’s!’.

Opps. I got lazy. What else is new? As per usual a bunch has happened since I last wrote. Things got busy basically as so as I started back after Winter Break and I haven’t had time to think. Or sleep properly. But hey, that’s being an adult right?

On the 28th I got on the Ferry and took myself to Hiroshima for a few days of shopping and just wandering around. I met up with an old Uni friend and her sister. We went out for dinner on my first night in the city, I took them to the big Okonomiyaki tower and then Hannah and I walked around the Heiwadori Illuminations.

We hit the Itsukushima Shrine on the 29th and I climbed up Mt Misen from the top of the Ropeway station. I had taken like three steps into the bush track when two Pheasants ran out in front of me. I nearly had a heart attack because at first I thought they were snakes, because all I saw were their tail feathers, but then they started clucking at me/each other and I spotted the rest of their bodies as they bolted up the hill. The view from the top of the mountain was pretty amazing. It would have been better if it had been a clear day though. There was snow on the mountains on the mainland, but the sky was pretty grey and you couldn’t see out to the other islands as well as you can when the sun is out.

On the 30th we got on the Ferry and came back to Matsuyama. We climbed up to the Castle for the sunset and then I took them out to my fave Izakaya. I think we went our own ways pretty early that night in prep for doing stuff the next day. On the 31st they explored Matsuyama a bit, and I sorted my life out before meeting them at their hostel. We watched the Kouhaku (Red and White Singing Wars) together with the other guests in the house plus the lady who was in charge. At a little before midnight we went up the road to a wee pub behind the Dogo Onsen and saw in the new Year with a beer, and then we climbed up the stairs to the Shrine on the top of the hill for Hatsumode.

On New Years Day Hannah and I met Jiovaane and a few other ALTs to go “Fukubukuro” shopping. Basically this is when you get to the mall as soon as it opens and the go and buy a pre-bundled lucky bag from a shop. You can pay anywhere from 1000yen to over 20000yen for a bunch of stuff. I got bags from Right On, Village Vangaurd and a sports store. I basically paid 25000yen and got over 40000yen worth of clothes and home goods. It was a cool experience.

Hannah left on the 2nd or 3rd and I celebrated my birthday on the 4th. I’m 24 now apparently. Probably should start planning what I’m going to do with my life from now on...

Nothing much other than work happened between then and the Tsubaki-Matsuri on the 3rd-4th-5th of Feb. I went down with my mates on the 4th. A bunch of my students were there and said hello. A group of my third-year JHS kids stuck around and tried to figure out what we were saying. During that weekend we went and saw a concert/live show that one of our Japanese friends was playing with his new band “Seaslugs”. It was pretty cool!

On the 11th of Feb, the Chuyo RA held a “Harry Potter” Murder mystery night which was a heap of fun. Props again to Jiovaane and his imagination for making the night enjoyable.

On the following weekend one of the other ALTs had a game night at his house, where a bunch of JET Program ALTs, Private ALTs, Eikaiwa teachers and University Students were massive nerds and played board and card games. We also ate a heap before going back into town and hitting the bar. The following night was also a game night, this time at Mat’s, as him and his girlfriend were getting ready to leave for travel. Both nights were a blast even if I was shattered by the end of the weekend.

On the 25th, my mate from Uni came and visited. She took me out to a wee station on the ocean front famous for it’s sunset. Shimonada was the name of the place. We got out there and enjoyed the view with a surprising number of other tourists. It was such a great day for it though. The sun was out and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. It was a bit hazy out towards the islands, but as the sunset drew near, it got easier to see out to where the islands were. There was lovely older couple who volunteer out at the station who made an effort to come and talk to us both. The old dude was super keen on photography and helped Misa out with a few cool angles and shots of the station and the islands. The Iyonada-Monogatari, a local sight seeing train, pulled up a little before the sun started to properly set, and everyone scrambled to snap photos of it. It was about twenty minutes after that that the sun started to do it’s thing. We snapped a few shots and then jumped back on our train to Matsuyama.

That night we went out for dinner and then walked into town to meet up with my mates. There was a birthday/farewell party on for Mat, Miku and Paul. It was a good night, albeit a bit sad. But that’s what happens when you live in another country. People come and go fairly regularly.

Misa and I went up to Matsuyama Castle in the morning and got some shots of the plum blossoms and the castle itself before we walked down to JR Station and parted ways. It was really cool to catch up with someone from Otago. It’s amazing how far everyone has come since graduation.

On the 4th of March I went and watched my Baseball boys play a game. Basically the pitcher had been bugging me to come and watch them play since I watched them lose a game at the fall tournament. This time they played fiercely and stole a last minute win. It was really neat to see how confident they’ve become since September. I’m hoping to catch the Girls Basketball team play next weekend. I havent watched them play yet, but a few of them have been bugging me to come watch since they heard I went to the soft tennis tournament to support their classmates there. Which is fair enough - and I am honestly looking forward to it. It’s really awesome that they want me there, and that even if the hate English as a subject, they’re not opposed to interacting with me in English outside of the classroom.

This Friday night, a bunch of us went and had nabe (hotpot) at Dillions in celebration of his birthday. Basically we cooked, ate, played card games and just enjoyed each others company. After how hectic the last few weeks have been, it was really nice. The food was fantastic too, Yukie made the soup base and it turned out really well.

Last night we all met at Pauls place for another game night/the actual birthday party for Dillion. We played Dixit (which is a fantastic abstract concept game), at a bunch of junkfood, watched a bunch of youtube and then got on our bikes and headed into town to continue at the bar. I got home fairly early bar.

Today I basically woke up and hit the ground running to get chores done before rolling out the door to do a bit of exploring. I finally stuck my head into the shrine by the castle park moat. It was super cute, and the lighting was really nice. There was also a part where you could hang over and photograph the fish from close up, which was really cool. I also went up to the big cemetery on the hill. I wanted to take photo’s of the cats that hang out there and live off of the offerings people leave. I found a few but wasn’t fast enough to get pictures. Still it was nice to get out into the sun and see parts of the city I hadn’t.

Basically in between the busy weekends, there’s been even busier weeks. I go to Karate twice a week from 7pm-9pm and I have a Japanese Lesson every Tuesday from 4.30-5.30pm. I study, clean and plan lessons on the other nights, so I haven’t really had much in the way of a proper break for a couple of months. Being this social really takes it out of me. Not that I hate it, I’m just not used to it after so long being a hermit Today was the first time in forever I had some time to myself and could ride my bike around for the sake of it.

I finished teaching my 3rd Year JHS students on Monday this week. I have one lesson left with all the other classes from ES grade 5 to 2nd year JHS. My ES kids have done so well over the last couple of months, the 6th graders surprised me with their creativity when doing the Momotaro unit of Hi Friends and also with their dreams for the future.

Graduation for my JHS kids is this week on the 16th. I’m going to cry so hard. I really hated teaching them last year, but something changed this year and they became really cool to teach. I think because I’ve known them for nearly two years now. that it will be harder than last year. ES Graduation is on the 23rd, but that’s not so hard as most of them come to the JHS. A couple of my favorites are leaving to other schools though, largely for special needs or sporting reasons. Which is really cool but sad at the same time. The teacher shuffle happens in April too, which will be interesting.

I’m going to Osaka South Korea with one of the other ALTs on the 25th of March. So I’m looking forward to that and the three day weekend next weekend. Hopefully the political situation will stabilize a little bit there so we’re ok.

This has been a bit drier/disjointed than the last couple of entries, but to be honest I am so tired. I just wanted to get everything down before I forgot it all and had some time to think.

#jet program #life on jet #teaching in japan #ALT life #Japan

[houseinthesouth]

    Today’s goal is to rest and write down everything that I can about breaking my  leg and dislocating my ankle in the hope that maybe someone else can benefit from it. I’m going to post pics of what each stage of my recovery from ORIF looks like. It may take more than one post. Some of them are not very pretty but this is real life so I’m not going to filter them. This is not a pity party but I am amazed at how much I took something as simple as walking for granted. Being able to wake up and just walk to the another room wasn’t something that I was terribly grateful for. Taking a shower standing with both feet on the floor wasn’t groundbreaking. Being able to carry my own hot cup of coffee from the coffee maker to the couch wasn’t an amazing feat. If you would have told me those were the things I would be praying to be able to do on my own a couple of months ago I would have been horrified. I didn’t think that I was taking my life for granted.  In fact I felt like everything was about to be pretty perfect. I was on a “health journey” up to twice a week workouts, 12 pounds lost, and had stopped eating sweets.  My youngest son was in the middle of his baseball season and was (finally) really excited to go to practice this year.  Summer vacation was about to start and I had many fun travel plans and day trips in mind. I had many home improvement projects planned including putting furniture and decorating our newly emptied and dry basement. The basement has flooded every time it rained for many years and we finally got a drain put in that completely fixed the problem. I will put up a post detailing everything about that soon. We had just bought new furniture, a sectional and recliner, for the den and planned to move the old couch and chair down to the basement. Derek, my husband, had just gotten a promotion and could stop working overtime and spend more time at home.  You can see how everything was lining up pretty perfectly. Even before my accident Derek also had to have his first surgery ever.

April 3rd –

After 2 days of complaining about his side and the same amount of days trying to get him to go to the hospital because its the “appendix side” Derek had to go into surgery to have his appendix removed.  It was his first surgery and I was really worried but he sailed through surgery and everything went great. My parents kept the kids and I stayed with him in the hospital. The recliner in our den was the only place he felt comfortable after he got to come home. I made sure that he didn’t have to move too much while he recovered and we pretty much slept in the living room for the next few weeks. Thank goodness for the new comfortable furniture. By the 10th he was feeling well enough to be surprised with a Hornet’s game and dinner for his birthday.

April 26th-

After a few more weeks Derek was doing pretty well, had his staples out, and had started going back to work. He wasn’t able to help with yard work or lift anything yet and the yard was getting pretty rough. On a Friday afternoon I cleaned up my yard, picked up sticks, moved all the outdoor furniture, and mowed the lawn. After picking up the kids I created two new flower beds, planted flowers, and put new mulch in them.  I cleaned out the stock tank pool and filled it up and was excited to enjoy our Summer ready yard the next day with my boys.

After all hard work it was time to take my youngest to baseball practice. I literally thought about skipping it but I rallied and we headed to practice. Toward the end of practice my son realized that he had left his batting helmet in the car. I climbed the little hill to my car and on my way back down the hill my left foot started sliding and it was either stop myself or fall flat on my face. I kind of wished I would have. I put my right foot down it rolled and I lost my balance all at once and fell on it. I heard two loud sickening pops and realized that the sound was my bones. It sounded like when you are in the woods and step on a stick. My ankle swelled up immediately three times its normal size and turned purple. My foot was completely disconnected out of the joint, I couldn’t move my toes, and my foot was floppy. After yelling for help a few unsuccessful times I ended up having to scoot over to where my phone had landed, several feet over. I called the coach and let him know that I had broken my leg and my ankle was dislocated. Another sweet parent ace bandaged it and after my Mom got there, the coach and another parent picked me up and carried me to the car. We went straight to the ER and they out me into a room and got an IV started. After I had a large ice pack on my ankle and some morphine I felt a little better.

After x-rays I was told by the doctor on call that I would absolutely need surgery because it was a serious break. He said that most fractures don’t need surgery but that I would need the most invasive kind, Orif surgery. Open reduction meant that I would have to have my bones physically put back into alignment during surgery and Internal fixation meant that I would have metal hardware placed with screw to hold my bones together to heal.  The doctor said the break around the fibula bone (the smaller bone) was all the way around and down like a candy cane and that there was a chip broken out of the tibia (the larger bone.) I wouldn’t be able to have surgery until the swelling went down so the next thing that I would have would be a splint to stabilize my leg and ankle which would have to be popped back into its socket. That was not pleasant at all.  I felt like my foot was slipping out of the joint even still since it was extremely painful when it did.  I let the nurse know and she determined that the splint would have to be taken off and a new one set. Again having the foot jammed back into place and held there while the splint dried into place was extremely painful. After all was said and done I was glad to have everything stabilized. I was sent home with crutches, pain medicine, and an appointment at the Orthopedic office a few days after. I was exhausted when I finally got home and couldn’t wait to take my pain medicine and go to sleep. I woke up every two or three hours needing new ice in my icepack to stop the pain and swelling. The next few days I used crutches to get down the hall to the bathroom but didn’t leave the couch other than that. It hurt too much to move around.

April 29th

I arrived at my appointment and let the doctor know that my ankle felt like it was slipping out of the joint again.  They x-rayed me again with out removing the splint and saw that I wouldn’t be able to have surgery for another week. I didn’t like the fact that I would be lying on the couch unable to move with a severely broken ankle that wasn’t healing. I also wasn’t super excited that I had an entire week to dread surgery and all the complications that were possible. I was told that I could have a cast placed the next day if I wanted to further stabilize the joint and my leg. I agreed since I had an entire week to wait until surgery.  I was given a prescription for stronger pain medicine and a appointment for the following morning to get a cast put on.

April 30th-

I had my appointment and was told that my surgery was scheduled for the following Friday. I would have pre-op the day before on Thursday. The cast tech came in and used scissors to completely remove the splint and ace bandages that covered my leg. It was purple, blue, and green and still a little swollen. When she asked me what color I would like to have for my cast I said purple so I would have something pretty to look at. She put my foot on a metal bar to line it up to a nighty degree angle.  The color really didn’t matter because the next thing she did was saw the cast in half on both sides and ace bandage it back together. The doctor has requested this step to make removing it during surgery easier. It had the stability of a cast but the access to my ankle easier. Having the hard cast made my ankle feel so much better and I came home and had a nice bath, sticking my new cast out of the side of the bath tub.

A tip for anyone going through the same thing: To get into the bathtub using only one leg put two towels on a stool beside the bathtub and sit on it. Put your good leg into the bathtub and use it to stand up then hold the sides and sit down before you run the water. Stick the leg with the cast out onto the stool and cover with a towel to avoid it getting wet. You can also purchase a cast cover online or even use a plastic trash bag to cover it. To get out of the bath tub you will reverse the process. I stood on one leg to use the detachable shower head to rinse off and rinse my hair out. At first balancing like a flamingo is hard but it gets easier.

Pre-op wasn’t a huge deal they had me give them a blood and urine sample and sign a few papers. I was given pre-surgery soap to wash with and when I got home I took another bath and washed my hair. When I got out I dried my hair and curled it to feel a little better. I knew that I would be on the couch for even longer and unable to bathe after surgery for a few days. My hair holds curl forever so I wanted to do this so I didn’t look homeless for the coming week. I couldn’t eat or drink after 12 am. We stayed up watching tv and I went to bed nervous.

May 3rd-

The Friday of the surgery Derek drive me to the surgery pavilion and I was put into a room where I changed into a hospital gown. I had a little bag with a change of clothes,  makeup and toiletries, and a phone charger in case. The anesthesiologist came in and let me know what to expect and that he would be putting me to sleep with general anesthesia. He also said that he had the option of doing a pain block but would not be doing that in case I needed it more after surgery. After I had my IV placed I was given fluids and something that I was told would feel like I “had a couple drinks.” My husband kissed me goodbye and said that he would be right there and everything would be ok. I remember being wheeled through several doors into the OR but nothing after that.  After I was out they put a breathing tube in, anesthesia mask, and preformed my surgery.

I woke up in recovery (PACU) with horrible pain. I had not been able to be woken up. I didn’t remember the first few times but apparently I had acted like someone in bed that wanted to sleep a little longer. I was having an extremely hard time coming out of anesthesia and had two pain medications already placed in my IV. When I came completely out of anesthesia the pain hit me like a truck and I had tears streaming constantly. Nothing they gave me helped the pain and the anesthesiologist came in to give me a nerve block. This was a process of jamming a needle into my thigh above my knee on the front and another on the back of my leg. At this point I was all for this as the pain was almost unbearable. Despite how unpleasant the process was I immediately felt better and was told that I should be able to be discharged soon.

After my pain was managed I was able to be wheeled back into the room where my husband and mom had been waiting. My mom had just left to go pick up my two boys from school. I was so happy to see Derek and be out of surgery. My whole leg was numb but I was given more medicine to stay ahead of the pain and nausea medicine to help with that. The surgery was supposed to be inpatient but every time that I tried to sleep my oxygen levels would tank. All the pain medication and the Narcan that had to be used to finally bring me out of anesthesia had brought my oxygen levels too low and I would have to be admitted overnight.

The next evening I was able to be discharged with a oxycodone, aspirin, and nausea medications and told the nerve block would start to wear off and I need to make sure to take all my medications to stay ahead of the pain that was coming. I did nothing but take medicine and sleep for the next few days.

I had a few complications with healing and I will get more into that on the next post. I will get into what happened when the nerve block wore off and something that caused even more pain during my recovery.

Thanks for reading

,XO Danielle

      ORIF Surgery / How I Broke My Ankle Today's goal is to rest and write down everything that I can about breaking my  leg and dislocating my ankle in the hope that maybe someone else can benefit from it. 

[librapinof]

Happy Birthday

Title: Happy Birthday

Warnings: ddlg ; overstiumulation ; course language

Rating: R // NC17. i never know where the line is

Author: me again !

Yes, this is adult content, you have been warned. *this can also be found in my oneshots collection on Wattpad*

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/eI0kLiBSkH

Summary/Quote: "Phil watched Dan with wide eyes, already half hard in anticipation. He brought his hands to Dan's hair, tightening his fingers in the brown, curly locks."

Words: 2164 (before edit)

~*~*~

Dan ran across the house to the lounge where Phil was laying on the couch, leaping through the air to land on his lover.

"Happy birthday Daddy!" Dan nearly yelled in Phil's face, bombarding the pale skin with soft chaste kisses.

Phil chuckled softly, looking at the time on the cable box; 12:01a.m.

"You stayed up just to wish me a happy birthday, baby boy?" Phil cooed softly, snaking his long arms around Dan's thinner figure, "you're too precious," he added, smiling wide as he connected his lips to Dan's, kissing him softly, silently expressing how much he loved the younger boy.

Dan pressed himself tight to the older boy, tucking his arms under him to hold tight on Phil's shirt. He kissed him back with passion, smiling into it as he remembered this was just the beginning of his plans to celebrate.

Dan pulled away gently, sitting himself up on Phil's lap.

"Come to the kitchen Daddy I made cake!" Dan announced excitedly, wiggling innocently on Phil's lap before hopping off of him and the couch, grabbing his hand and pulling him up and to the kitchen.

Phil laughed softly as he sat up, following Dan to the kitchen where he saw a moderately sized brightly decorated cake sitting on the island with "Happy Birthday Daddy" written in black frosting on the top of the cake.

"This is so wonderful, Dan, thank you so much," Phil expressed, wrapping his arms around Dan to hug him tightly, unable to express his gratitude well in words.

"You're welcome, Phil, happy 30th birthday," Dan said softly, hugging Phil back tightly, "now have some cake, I didn't bake this just for you to hug me for it," Dan laughed softly.

"I can't believe you actually baked a cake for me," Phil laughed as he grabbed a fork and spatula, cutting himself a decent sized slice.

"That's why our watch history was clear for this past week," Dan laughed, "I didn't want you to see all the baking tutorials I watched for this," he explained, leaning into Phil's side.

"You're a dork but god do I love you," Phil cooed out with a chuckle before taking a bite into his cake, humming in delight as it was the perfect amount of sweet and perfectly dense. (a/n: dense cakes are the best cakes fight me)

"How'd'ya like it?" Dan asked in a whispered softly, scared Phil wasn't going to enjoy it.

"This is wonderful!" Phil replied with a bright smile, quickly scooping another big bite into his mouth.

Dan visibly relaxed at Phil's words, smiling proudly that his Daddy liked his cake.

He nuzzled into the side of the older boy, draping his slightly taller self over his lover while he let him enjoy his cake, his mind wandering its way to the rest his plans he had for the night.

Phil finished up the slice of cake he cut, smiling like a feind as he set down the fork.

"That was so good, darling, thank you so much. Bedtime?" Phil offered, wrapping his arms back around his lover.

"After this," Dan said with a sly smile, kneeling down in front of Phil, pulling his trackies down at the same time, taking note that Phil wasn't wearing boxers.

Phil watched Dan with wide eyes, already half hard in anticipation. He brought his hands to Dan's hair, tightening his fingers in the brown, curly locks.

Dan stroked his long fingers up and down Phil's length, his other hand going under to play with his balls, coaxing him to full hardness.

He licked his lips hungrily, eyeing Phil's hardening cock in front of him before taking it in his mouth down to the root. He relaxed his throat, taking a long deep breath before he began bobbing his head, full on deep-throating Phil.

Phil moaned softly, working to keep his eyes open to watch Dan take him.

Dan looked up at Phil as he bobbed, batting his eyelashes as he swirlled his tongue around the tip, flicking his tongue along the slit before taking Phil all the way back to the root.

Phil whimpered softly, his body heating up as Dan pulled him closer to the edge. His grip tightened his Dan's hair, his hips bucking as he started to fuck himself into Dan's mouth, losing control as he neared the edge.

"I'm close, Princess," Phil mumbled out. Dan hummed in response, spit and pre-cum dribbling down his chin as he bobbed his head, letting Phil fuck his throat.

Moments later Phil came, white, hot ribbons shooting down Dan's throat. Dan hummed in content as he swallowed, bobbing his head a few more times to let Phil ride out his high.

Dan pulled off with a loud pop, grinning wide as he stood back up, pulling Phil's trackies back up too.

"Thank you, Princess," Phil cooed with a smile, his eyelids heavy as he tried to stay awake, "I'm pretty sure that's the best blowjob you've ever given me," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around Dan.

Dan laughed with Phil, blushing softly at the compliment. "Let's go to bed," he suggested softly, laying his head onto Phil's shoulder.

"Yes, let's," Phil agreed, heading off to their bedroom, pulling Dan along with him.

~*~*~

Phil stirred his sleep in the morning, taking note that Dan wasn't in his arms like he usually like to be. Phil's eyelashes fluttered, trying to roll over but noticing he was pinned down by Dan sitting on top of him.

"Huh, whaatt?" he drawled out, his voice husky with sleep as Dan started grinding down on him. It wasn't a challenge to get him hard after the dream he had of Dan right before waking up.

"It's still your birthday, and I have another present," Dan purred, grinding down harder on Phil, biting into his lip to hold back a moan.

"Whaddya gonna do, Princess?" Phil inquired, his hands going to Dan's hips as he quickly woke up, his skin igniting as it brushed with Dan's.

"Wanna ride your thick cock," Dan drawled, slipping deep into his submissive head space, "wanna fuck myself down on you, Daddy," he added, stopping his grinding to pull Phil's pyjama pants off.

Phil laid compliant to Dan's touch, letting him follow through.

"Isn't that just a present for you?" Phil teased, running his hands up and down what he could reach of Dan's milky, soft thighs.

"Not when I'm doing all the work, Daddy, then it's all for you," Dan explained with a wink, "but if you want more you know I'm your little fucktoy," Dan added in a whisper as he reached to the bedside table for the bottle of lube.

Phil shivered softly, not used to Dan so calmly proclaiming that title. He gripped tight into Dan's thighs, pulling him up higher on his hips as Dan began to stroke his cock, slicking it up from base to tip with lube.

Dan flicked his thumb over the slit every other stroke, smirking proudly to himself at the little gasps Phil let out with every flick.

Phil furrowed his brows when Dan stopped and lifted up, lining himself up with Phil's hard and leaking cock.

"You didn't stretch, Princess?" Phil half noticed, half questioned before Dan settled down.

"Before I woke you," Dan whispered as he lowered himself onto Phil's cock, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Phil nodded in understanding as Dan sank down on him, his grip on Dan's thighs tightening as he worked to keep from pistoning up right into Dan.

Once Dan bottomed out, he sat still for a long moment, taking the chance to adjust to being so full before he began to bounce, making sure to angle away from his own prostate for now.

Phil, not being very vocal during sex, loosened one hand on Dan's thighs and dragged it up to Dan's neck, gently taking it into his grasp as Dan bounced.

Dan whimpered softly, pleasure already raking through his body in anticipation for Phil to restrict his air flow. He moaned softly as Phil's long fingers snaked his neck, his moan soon cut off by Phil squeezing right on his windpipe.

Phil let out a gruff moan, his hips bucking to meet Dan's ass with every bounce, finding a rhythm of squeezing and unsqueezing Dan's neck in time with Dan's bouncing.

"God, you're so tight, Princess. I love it, you ride me so well," Phil praised, closing his long fingers around Dan's neck.

Dan nodded as best he could with Phil's hand on his neck, his eyes rolling back in his head at the mix of praise and oxygen deprivation.

"Getting close," Phil gasped out softly, loosening his grip ever so slightly on Dan's neck as he felt his lower abdomen tighten up to signal the end was near.

"Want Daddy to cum in me twice," Dan gasped out, his voice raw and wrecked from the choking.

Phil's eyes widened in surprise. He often would coax multiple orgasms out of Dan, but never havd he been on the receiving end of overstiumulation.

"Wanna let you know just how good it feels as your birthday gift," Dan choked out, losing himself in the pleasure coursing through him.

Phil nodded in consent to the idea, knowing he had the power to use the safe word if he needed it. (Consent is mutual between both of them, even with the ddlg, they both had lots of control over moment. (Because consent is everything there's the lesson of the day.))

"Please fill me up, Daddy," Dan whispered out, almost having all of his air back as he continued to bounce on Phil, knowing from his flexed biceps and tensed thighs that Phil was on the edge of orgasm.

Phil moaned deep in his throat as he let go, his whole body tensing underneath Dan and his fingers tightening around Phil's neck as he came, and came hard.

Dan rode Phil through his orgasm, almost on his own edge from the choking alone but holding off to take care of Phil first.

Phil panted hard as Dan kept riding, his body flooded with new sensations he'd never felt before. He let out an uncharacteristic whimper, his body loving and hating the feelings both at the same time.

Dan's eyes widened slightly, thrilled he got such a sound out of Phil and also overwhelmed by the lack of oxygen to his brain. He angled himself down, hitting his own prostate with every thrust as he bounced harder on Phil.

Phil squirmed under Dan, his hand dropping from the younger's neck as he let out a string of whimperes. His body was overwhelmed with a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure as Dan continued to ride him.

"Cum with me, Princess," Dan commamded softly, knowing Dan wouldn't cim without Daddy's permission.

Dan nodded quickly, a loud, high-pitched moan ripping from his lips as he, too, became overwhelmed, his body quivering as he held off his own orgasm.

"Soon Daddy," Dan nearly begged, his bounces becoming jerky and erratic as he started to lose control.

Phil nodded as another uncharacteristicly loud moan escaped from his lips, his whole being feeling like he was on fire - every nerve ending igniting as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Cum for me baby," Phil purred as he let go.

Phil shook hard under Dan as his second orgasm came crashing through him, a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain shooting through each nerve as Dan rode him, the aftershocks of this one even more intense than the first.

Dan whimpered into a loud moan as he came, hot sticky ropes shooting across Phil's chest as he came with the power of two orgasms.

The two of them rode out their highs a minute longer before Dan pulled off of Phil, nearly collapsing down next to the older man as he tried to catch his breath.

"Happy birthday Daddy," Dan mumbled, his voice raw and wrecked but still full of love and adoration.

"Thank you so much, Princess," Phil whispered back, still struggling to catch his breath.

After a long few minutes of the two of them controlling their breathing, Dan piped up, "If I knew overstiumulation would get you that loud I would ask for control like that more often," a soft giggle escaping his lips at the end.

"I guess we might just have to do that again sometime, that was amazing," Phil whispered, his whole body exhausted from having come twice in a row for the first time in his life, "but now, I really could use a bath, wanna join?" He asked Dan, a soft smile wide across his lips.

"Can I pick the bath fizz?" Dan asked nicely, sitting up excitedly.

"Of course," Phil replied, climbing up off the bed, grabbing Dan's hand and gangly meandering their way to the bathroom, ready to continue the best birthday Phil had had in his whole life (so far).

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