Trevor Takes Care by R. Cooper

Author:R. Cooper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: domination, submission, menage a trois, ds, domestic, kink, trans character, polyam romance, baby dom, kink negotiation
Publisher: R. Cooper

With G.G.’s tastes on his mind, Trevor did a loose doodle of an orc up to its elbows in pastry dough, then put it in a tiny, frilly apron that contrasted beautifully with its muscles, thick belly, and furred chest. He also, because he could, did the same orc bent over a table laden with bags of flour, distracting himself with orc hole like an immature artist with nothing better to do. He did not draw the orc getting fucked. The orc could fucking beg for it until he cried, but he didn’t deserve the cock he wanted.

Even a monster should know how to R.S.V.P. no.

Trevor added some shading to indicate red marks across the orc’s ass and back from the punishment it had more than earned, then blew out a breath and shoved the sketchbook aside.

He watched a video class on storytelling, forcing himself to pay attention, and then thought, Fuck it, and went to the kitchen for a can of tea because he liked them.

The bakery box was still on the table.

Trevor cracked open a can and considered the elegance of that box and the pastries within it.

G.G. had thought that suited Trevor. Though he’d also imagined Trevor with a pot of tea.

Trevor, when not drinking it from cans, did make tea. Usually herbal teas without caffeine that came in sweeter, fruity flavors. But he made them for Sky. Sky only sipped them, but sometimes liked to have something warm to hold post-scene.

G.G. had thought these treats might please Trevor. No can of sweetened tea or three-dollar box of teabags would do these pastries justice. They would be best with real coffee or tea, strong and bitter—except for possibly a dollop of honey.

Or a bite of one of those tartlets.

Trevor almost reached for one, but took a small cake instead.

It was delicious, not overly sweet, but warming. He finished it, had some water, and then gave in and took one of the apple tartlets.

He had to lick honey off his fingers when he was done, which was in seconds, because it had been amazing.

“Good?” his grandmother asked from the couch as Trevor walked in to see her. “But they feel almost like wedding food. Not for every day, I mean.”

Wedding food. Meant to impress. Maybe the kind of thing G.G. would have made himself if he could have right now, or wanted to make but decided not to because he didn’t think it would be good enough. So instead, he went to an expert professional like Lincoln Lee and spent way too much after already offering to make Trevor a desk.

He had also almost definitely special ordered them, quite possibly the moment he’d found Trevor’s invitation.

And Trevor had thought Sky had problems communicating.

He must have sighed or something, because his grandmother decided to press him again. “He got those for you. He didn’t ask if I liked tea,” she added pointedly. “A sweet gesture all the same. Are pastries to soften a rejection a gay tradition?”

“Grandma.” Trevor narrowed his eyes at her, an empty threat.

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