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"I hate than you have to go already." Hemlock said, leaning in against Piat from behind.

The squirrel was busy trying to tame his relatively unruly hair, staring at the mess in the mirror while he applied a brush to it in the hopes of untangling it a bit. He was mostly dressed for work already. He had a white undershirt on, tucked into his dark pants. He would need to get his socks and shoes on, as well as the chef's coat, but that could be handled once he had pried his boyfriend off of him. Much as he might want to keep the purple wolf cuddled against him, he had a job to do and Hemlock being attached to his back wouldn't go down well with the boss.

"Yeah, I know. I wanna stay and snuggle all night too, but the bills gotta get paid." the taller fellow said, finally wrestling his mane under control.

"What if you called in sick? How badly could they need a full crew tonight?" the wolf asked, clearly trying to be a bad influence all for his own personal gain.

"It's our busiest night of the week. I can't just call in sick because I wanna stay here and make out with you while they're slammed. The rest of the crew would give me shit about that, and they'd be less likely to let me take time off when I ask to schedule it. They'll only hand it out for days they feel gracious enough to give me." Piat said.

"They've been working you too hard. It's been close to two weeks without a day off from either job. I miss my boyfriend." Hemlock whined, wrapping his arms around the squirrel's chest, keeping his chin pressed against the shoulder he was looking over.

"I know, babe. I miss you too. But it's only for a little while longer. It's the tourist season. It'll be over soon and things will calm down again. Then you and me... we'll get some proper alone time." the squirrel said, putting his brush down before flashing his teeth in the mirror to see if he missed anything while giving them a good cleaning earlier.

"You promise?" the violet wolf asked.

"I promise. Now, I need to get to the living room so I can get my socks and shoes on." Piat answered.

As he spun around, he felt Hemlock loosen his grasp on him, then suddenly cinch his arms tight around him once more as soon as they were facing each other. He was being especially clingy tonight. Usually, the squirrel found it rather cute and endearing, but right now, it was inconvenient. Hemlock looked up at him with big, sad eyes, trying so very hard to convince his boyfriend to stay.

"You sure I can't make you play hooky?" the wolf asked.

A sigh escaped Piat as he looked down at his adorable little pup. He was trying so hard. He wrapped his arms around him in kind and made them sway softly, wanting to soak up his attention for just a moment. He wasn't late yet, but if he took too much longer, he might start running that risk. And Hemlock just wasn't going to give up. He was in one of his moods, desperate for contact. No doubt the 'pack mentality' was starting in on him like it did from time to time.

"Pretty sure, honey. But... what if I took you with me? You can't keep me here, but I can keep you with me at work. I know I don't do it too often, but would that be something you'd be okay with?" Piat asked.

Immediately, Hemlock's eyes lit up and his tail began to wag so fast it looked like a blur of purple behind him. A huge smile spread across his muzzle and he nodded. He was clearly quite taken with the idea. He only got to slip in unseen with Piat two or three times a month. The kitchen and bar were usually just slightly too small for it to work every night. Especially given the nature of the two establishments.

"Yeah! I'll be good! I promise!" the wolf cried happily.

"Alright. Then let's get you in. I don't have a lot of time to play right now." Piat replied.

He opened his jaws as soon as he finished speaking and leaned forward. Hemlock leaned up, pointing his nose into the yawning maw waiting for him, far too eager to join his boyfriend for the evening. It wasn't the ideal setting, but it meant he would get to stay close, and that was all that mattered. The drool-coated, glistening cavern slowly engulfed the purple lupine's head and he rumbled away quite happily. A tongue lashed across his face as he was held there. There was a faint taste of grape about the chubby wolf. It would have been more pronounced if he had just showered. Hemlock loved the shampoo he had found years ago that not only made him smell that way, but taste like it too.

It was amusing and appropriate he thought, and Piat was generally pretty on board with the idea. Thankfully, the shampoo was non-toxic. It had to be, given it was marketed to couples like them. 'Make your mate taste as good as they look' it said, though it wasn't entirely intended for overall consumption, more for grooming and other oral attentions. As soon as it was discovered it was good for what Piat and Hemlock were engaged in presently on top of that, it found its way to specialty shops, along with other flavors. They had intended to try out a few samples of the others when they had the time.

The first swallow finally came, forcing Hemlock's head into the squirrel's throat. His neck bulged and stretched around his lover just as he opened his mouth even wider. A pair of broad shoulders were next which would leave him with little room to work his tongue about. Piat leaned forward further, craning his neck down to consume the wolf, huffing through his nostrils as he tried to quicken his pace. Hemlock meanwhile simply twisted himself back and forth, his tail refusing to remain still. The world he was sliding into was quite familiar. The undulating passage welcomed him as it always did. The flesh massaged away at his form, squeezing and pulling, working to claim him properly.

Piat grunted as he swallowed again, passing down towards Hemlock's chest. It had been a fairly lengthy while since last he had devoured him in such a traditional manner. He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed doing it. He would have to make it a point to come back to it more often. Especially since the wolf was usually rather eager. His teeth dug harmlessly against his lover's figure, holding him in place while his paws moved down over the chubby lupine's body. He gripped Hemlock at the hips and pulled, shoving him further in. Purple fur matted down under saliva and the tight hug of his gullet. The ample swell of his boyfriend's rotund abdomen was next. That always presented the greatest challenge.

The squirrel's jaws hinged open wider as he gulped hard. Already he could feel Hemlock's head pushing through into his stomach. His undershirt wasn't going to stay tucked in for long. But then that was part of the fun of smuggling his wolf into work with him. Deep under his fur, Hemlock had indeed arrived in the chamber he had stayed in several times before. It gurgled noisily as if to say hello to him and stretched as he began to spill in. The walls were thick and rubbery, rendered quite slippery as a result of the coating of drool Hemlock was receiving as he entered. It meant he wouldn't have much in the way of traction he could gain should he want to move about. But then he knew how to get around that.

The purple belly was wedged into the hungry squirrel's maw, taking several hearty swallows to force into his throat. The noise of Piat's efforts reached Hemlock's ears, not entirely drowned out by the other sounds of his boyfriend's body. His heartbeat was powerful around him, as was the sound of wet flesh moving against itself. When the wolf's hips were finally in the squirrel's lips, Piat's throat was swollen so large he might have passed as a very fuzzy frog. It was quite the sight to behold, but that was not why the bushy-tailed chef had stopped his progress. He had gotten their fairly quickly but now, he wanted to pause, mashing his boyfriend's rump against the roof of his mouth. His tongue trailed across Hemlock's groin, exploring the swelling length within reach.

A happy moan came from the squirrel's stomach as he lavished the wolf with oral affection, lapping and suckling as best he could given the mass of the boy in his jaws. With only a few minutes available to him to savor the act, Piat didn't try to draw any of it out, and thankfully neither did Hemlock. The purple hips began to grind forward into that waiting tongue, spreading a new moisture through the squirrel's muzzle. He was drooling, throbbing, and already fairly close to the end. Had it been a more casual evening, the predatory rodent would likely have taken his time and just enjoyed it. Given that work was demanding its sacrifice of hours, Piat put his knowledge of his boyfriend's body to good use.

A few good licks in a few key places, a few squeezes along Hemlock's rump, and a firm pat over the not yet full gut he was going to be packed into brought a muffled howl from the lupine. This time, Piat's belly would keep them both from drawing unwanted anger from the neighbors. A surge of sticky, salty ooze flooded the squirrel's maw and he swallowed, tipping his head back. He didn't tilt too far, not wanting to give Hemlock a chance to accidentally kick a hole in the ceiling. It had happened before.

Down the wolf slid, his fur now stained by his own release. The squirrel passed over his meaty, wriggling thighs, then his knees. Piat's stomach surged outward, expanding with the presence of his fat boyfriend. As soon as he reached those wiggling paws, he gave them a lick, tickling along the pads to make his meal fight just a little harder. He enjoyed it when Hemlock pretended to be unwilling, and hitting a ticklish spot was a good way to make that happen. His gut surged and deformed, suddenly turning quite powerfully unsettled. Laughter could be heard under his fur, but only for a short while. The last swallow tucked all of the purple wolf out of sight. Piat clapped his jaws shut, tugged him down his throat, then opened his now empty mouth and sighed happily.

Hemlock settled completely in his boyfriend's gut with a soft, wet bounce. He squirmed and turned himself about so that his head was pointed up once again and began giving his lover a message. His paws could be seen pressing out from underneath the layers of squirrel pudge. Piat ran his own paws over those lumps, relishing the motion and weight. His undershirt was forced up quite high, exposing most of his stomach. There was no point in trying to hide it, not with that particular garment. So he didn't try.

"There we go, dinner's had. Now, I'm gonna finish getting ready. You be good in there." Piat said.

"Hey, can you hand me my phone?" Hemlock asked.

"You want me to take a photo with you in there, don't you?" the squirrel sighed.

"I wanna be able to take notes in case you decide to let me taste test something at work," the wolf explained, then lowered his voice a little, "But... a photo would be nice too."

Piat rolled his eyes. He turned and began waddling his way out of the bathroom, aiming for the nightstand where Hemlock's phone sat and waited for him. He collected it, unlocked it with a swipe, then turned on the camera. Instead of snapping a photo, he set it to record a video, then pointed it at himself. He didn't aim it at his stomach, he instead framed himself in it as if he were going to speak to the camera. Then he opened his mouth and pushed the device in, making sure to go slow enough to capture the whole act. With a gulp, it was sent down to the lupine filling him out. Hemlock caught it and saw what it was doing. He ended the recording and played it back.

As soon as the squirrel heard his boyfriend giggle, he knew he had watched the short clip. Piat then moved around to the other nightstand and collected his own phone. As he swiped to unlock it, he waddled back into the bathroom where he could snap a quick selfie in the mirror. He turned to the side slightly, showing his gut in an angled profile. One paw was resting on top of it, suggesting how much he was enjoying being stuffed with such a fat wolf. The phone's camera clicked, capturing the image, then the squirrel texted it to the lupine who had unwittingly photobombed the image.

A muffled chime came from under Piat's fur as Hemlock received the picture, which immediately made him squirm all the harder. Clearly, he enjoyed being teased as nothing more than a snack for the hungry squirrel. A hearty belch shook his world as the chef turned to leave the bathroom again, this time to finish preparing for work. Getting his socks and shoes on was a bit of a challenge with Hemlock tucked away in his tummy, but he had done it so many times he'd learned a good method.

It was doubly difficult with Hemlock wiggling around from the photo and movie. That wasn't that unusual, given the wolf's proclivities. In spite of it all, Piat was ready to leave in only a short while. He locked the door to the apartment and headed down to the car. It was a tight squeeze fitting behind the wheel, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. The drive to the restaurant was uneventful, save for Hemlock making the horn honk accidentally once or twice.

As soon as Piat walked in, he was greeted by much of the kitchen staff. Several of them were similarly bulging, just like him, as were several of the wait staff. Consuming others whole and alive was part of the theme of the establishment, so it was considered encouragement for the patrons to see the staff partaking. Piat squeezed into an oversized chef's coat, one of several the kitchen had ordered special--given the theme of the place--and wiggled his way into his spot on the line. It was already a busy evening, and the main rush hadn't even hit yet. They were going to have quite the night, given what was already present.

"Boyfriend?" asked the grill cook, a burly looking gryphon who sported a similarly active stomach.

"Yup. He was a little too clingy tonight so I 'put him to bed'. How 'bout you?" Piat asked, pointed to the avian's gut.

"Little brother. He's got it in his head that the cops are after him," the gryphon replied, giving his tummy a slap, "I think he's just making shit up so I'll stuff him in. I swear, he better find himself a girlfriend who can swallow him. Otherwise he'll never find anyone."

"Well he sure won't if he's hiding in your stomach all the time. I think you like it more than you wanna admit." the squirrel winked and nudged the chubby bird.

"I didn't say I didn't like it," the gryphon blushed and frowned, "Just it's kinda weird if you're getting off with your brother's help. Ya know?"

"Hey, I'm not one to judge. Maybe he doesn't wanna find someone because he likes to think he's already found someone. I say soak it up and enjoy it." Piat said.

"Whatever. Just don't crowd me. And tell your boyfriend not to beg for scraps." the gryphon shot back.

"Hey, he's a food blogger. I let him sample stuff from time to time so he can write about it. You want this place to get a good review, don't you?" the squirrel asked as he grinned brightly.

A grumble came from the gryphon and he went back to cooking. Piat got to work as well, pausing from time to time to text Hemlock a photo or two of what was on the menu once a dish was completed. From time to time, the hidden wolf would ask for a taste of something and Piat would indulge him, sampling one of the scraps left behind during the preparation. It was a wonder he didn't get caught or reprimanded by management. Then again, they probably knew of the actual purpose behind it, and the idea of free publicity was too good for them to pass up.

As the evening wore on, Piat danced his little dance around the kitchen, trying not to burn himself or knock anyone or anything over. Hemlock was indeed behaving himself for the most part, only moving for brief moments after he had been pinned by the work counter or turned over as the squirrel hiding him bent to collect something from the lower storage underneath the counter. It was enough to catch Piat's attention, making his pants tighten briefly. He rather badly wished he could tend to those urges, but he was on shift and he had orders to fill.

The hours rolled by and the first half of the evening rush passed. They were waiting for the wait staff to turn the tables, meaning people were eating their meals, or just sitting there chatting away, holding the line up. It was just as well for the kitchen. It gave them a chance to slow down and clean up a bit. One by one, they started taking their breaks. When it came time for Piat to catch his own bit of rest, he squeezed out from behind his station and waddled out into the adjacent break room. It had a window, one way of course, that permitted a view of the dining room. He had been able to see it while on the line, but now he could watch without needing to look busy.

A plate sat before him on the small table his gut was trying to push away from him. On the plate was a beautifully presented meal. It was one of the less expensive dishes they served, since the squirrel was trying to save money. He took a photo of it, then texted it to Hemlock, letting him see what was about to come his way. The wolf squirmed happily and readied himself to enjoy at least half of his lover's 'lunch'.

If it had been a slower evening, Piat might have taken his time a little more. Given that they were sure to get busy all over again once the tables started turning, he hurried himself more than he would have preferred. A few kicks to the middle signaled that Hemlock was interested in seeing him relax more. He dropped a paw to his active tummy and sighed.

"Honey, you gotta play nice. I only get so much time before I gotta get back on the line," Piat said, "How's dinner?"

Hemlock slowed his motion and gently began to stretch out the gurgling chamber that he called home, hoping to make his boyfriend moan a little.

"It's really good. I'll be sure to write up a little something and post it so you can show your boss. Who knows? If he likes it enough, he might comp your meal!" the purple fellow called back out with a chuckled.

"Not likely, but fun to imagine. Now settle down. I've got to finish so I can be ready to get back to it." Piat replied.

As he continued to eat, his lover enjoying their shared meal, he began to fidget. Hemlock wasn't cooperating. He was moving more than he should be. It was clear that he wasn't trying to just get comfortable. He was trying to be a bad influence, and it was having an effect. Of course, seeing so many others in the kitchen and in the dining room just as round and heavy as he was didn't help. The squirrel tried to push away impure thoughts, not wanting to be distracted by them.

But Hemlock was making that quite challenging. How could he think of anything but a big, tight ball of a gut, squirming and wriggling with someone inside it when he was in possession of one himself? Piat's gaze drifted back through the doorway to peer into the kitchen, spotting his gryphon co-worker, as well as a slender looking cheetah, the head waitress. She was sporting a sizable dome under her uniform as well. In fact, a good portion of her tummy was exposed, showing the odd, irregular shape of whoever she had eaten. Or maybe she had stuck someone in the way Piat had with Hemlock on his last day off.

His thoughts drifted back to that day, remembering how marvelous it felt tugging his purple lover into him and leaving him there for so long. Waddling around the house while 'pregnant' with his boyfriend was one of his absolute favorite pastimes, and Hemlock was quite happy to indulge him. He would have to do it again sometime very soon, and perhaps see just how long he could get away with keeping him in there.

Piat shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts. He needed to focus. All this attention to the naughty side of the state of things would only serve to make him a slow cook. And he couldn't afford to be slow on the line. He grumbled softly and rubbed his thighs together. There was a significant swell forming in his pants, as well as a damp spot that was starting to grow. Hemlock knew just where to put pressure to get him aroused, and he was making use of that knowledge.

"Honey, please stop. I'm not in a place where I can 'take care of things'. And I don't think you want me letting Gary bend me over in the bathroom. He's still coming to terms with his relationship with his brother. He might not hold back." Piat said, hunched over, talking to his belly.

"Maybe I do. Maybe you should sneak him off to the bathroom with you and let him work out his frustration on you." Hemlock replied, amusement heavy in his voice.

Piat just groaned and tried to squeeze his belly with his arms, hoping to compress the wolf and slow his wriggling. That didn't help much. If anything, it only made the stimulation that much worse. He felt a tremble between his legs, signaling that Hemlock had successfully made him squirm not just because of his growing erection, but because of the squirrel's 'other half' demanding it's own attention. A crackle raced up Piat's spine as he felt Hemlock push one of his feet-paws down into the awkward direction of his groin. He was trying to massage the squirrel to climax through his stomach.

"Dammit... Hemlock... you're gonna... get me... in trouble." the squirrel hissed through his huffing pants for breath.

He turned to try and find some comfortable position that might alleviate the arousal his boyfriend was causing him. He was considering burping up the air to make Hemlock go to sleep, but that was mean, and potentially dangerous. He thought about drinking an entire glass of cold water, but that would only make him struggle harder. No, he just had to ride out the storm. And so he tried to, right up until the manager walked up to his little table.

"Piat," the gruff dog said, "Everything alright?"

"I'm... I'm fine. Just... a little... indigestion." the squirrel said, hoping the odd interpretation might get him out of any sort of reprimand.

"Indigestion. Sure," the canine said, his eyes falling on the wriggling stomach, "You do know I run a restaurant and bar that's all about people eating each other, right? I know how this goes."

"Yeah, I know boss. I just... didn't want to... come off as... distracted. I can still... work." Piat said, trying his best to compose himself.

"No you can't. You're pretty much unable to stand up straight right now. Hit the bathroom and take care of it. Just don't take too long, okay?" the manager said, turning to leave, then pausing to speak again, "And tell your boyfriend his review better be top notch. I'm expecting good things from both of you."

"Sure. Can do boss." Piat grunted as he climbed to his paws.

From there, the squirrel hurried his way out of the break room, headed for the bathroom. It was a short walk, and thankfully he had caught it while there wasn't anyone else present. If it had been a slow night, he'd have locked the door. But with so many patrons filling the dining room, he couldn't afford the luxury. Instead, Piat locked himself in one of the stalls and sat down, huffing and panting. Hemlock had not stopped wriggling about and was threatening to cause a scene.

Paws fumbled with buttons and zippers, freeing the cook's groin. He shivered as he felt a stern push from inside deform his belly low on the curve of it. He shoved his boxers down and leaned back. One paw groped at his wobbling, churning stomach. Another began pumping along his aching shaft. He couldn't help himself. His boyfriend knew how to get him going, and he wasn't about to stop, not until Piat had peaked.

"I'm... gonna... punish you... for this." the squirrel panted out.

"Oh no! The big mean fluffy-tailed rat is gonna punish me for making him cum!" Hemlock cackled, redoubling his efforts.

He had heard the part about not taking too long, and he was going to keep his lover on edge. He stretched outward harder, forcing Piat to slouch further. A moan surrounded him while the pulsing, undulating chamber squeezed in against him in a wet, sticky massage. The chef meanwhile pumped his arm furiously, feeling moisture ooze down between his fingers. He grit his teeth and fought hard to push to the end. He let his thoughts turn back to those impure notions while he was in the break room. The idea of Gary bursting in on him, flipping him over, and just plowing away under his tail was too delightful a thought to not follow. It likely would never happen, but he could fantasize.

And the fantasy helped. The squirrel arched his back, opened his jaws wide as he gasped for breath, and felt his spire begin to buck in his grasp. Thick spurts of sticky white escaped, his essence painting the underside of his weighty, wobbling belly. It was all Piat could do to keep from raising his voice and drawing attention. Surely that would only be seen as the staff enjoying their workplace, encouraging guests to do the same. Still, he had a bit of a hang up on the matter. The white rain passed fairly quickly and the squirrel settled down. His belly did not.

"Honey... I popped. You can... you can stop now." Piat said through gasps for air.

"Nuh-uh. You popped on one side. I wanna get the other side too. Better get to work down there, otherwise I'll handle it for you and it'll take longer." Hemlock replied, just before his motions shifted to a more steady, rhythmic swaying.

A familiar shaped lump could be felt pressing out from under the squirrel's fur. Piat knew what he was doing. He was humping against the inside of his stomach, and he was aiming for as low on the curve of that gut as he could. The fire between his legs sparked to life, demanding he do something about his 'other half'. Oh that naughty wolf was going to be in so much trouble.

A paw dipped down past the now spent spire and the twin swells that had fueled it. The petals beyond quivered and tensed, moistened quite well by so much activity so close above. Piat traced his fingers over the needy crevice, trying to angle himself to one side. With a fat wolf stretching his stomach, it wasn't easy. If he was back on his bed at home, it wouldn't be any trouble. But stuck in a bathroom stall with limited room to maneuver, he did the best he could.

Piat plunged his fingers into his heated petals, stroking about within, caressing himself as he drew closer to orgasm. He wanted to hit the button as quick as he could. That would get Hemlock to stop, in theory. And after he cleaned up, he could get back to work. They were going to need him soon. The squirrel huffed louder as his lungs screamed for oxygen. His nethers clung to his fingers as he sought that one most tender spot. Hemlock rocked away, growling and moaning under his fur.

Then a new thought struck the squirrel. It was one he had not thought of before. He didn't know why it popped into his head, but it was there, and surprisingly, it did the trick faster than he expected. The rabbit who had come to yell at him for letting Hemlock get too loud, when it was in fact the squirrel who had gotten too noisy, was suddenly in his thoughts. Specifically, she featured in an image in his mind where she was crawling her way into him the way Hemlock had that morning. She filled out his belly, not nearly as large as Hemlock usually did, and turned about in his womb. Then he imagined his wolf turning him over onto all fours. His bunny-filled belly sagged under him, swaying about as Hemlock rammed home into him, then flooded his womb, leaving the rabbit with a sticky bath.

A scream tried to force its way out of the squirrel, but he bit it back. His entire form went rigid as the electricity of hitting his g-spot sent him over the edge. His petals pursed and squeezed on his paw, soaking it. The contraction of his middle flexed hard around Hemlock, restricting his movement and letting him know he had been successful in making his boyfriend climax. He hadn't gotten there, but he could handle that on his own later.

Slowly, Piat eased down and relaxed, still panting for breath. He tried to focus his vision, which had blurred in the moment of orgasm, then began cleaning himself up. It took a little while to get as much as he felt was necessary. He pulled his boxers and pants back up, fastened them, then stumbled out of the stall. There he was met with looks from several patrons, staring up at him in wide-eyed wonder. It made Piat freeze. They could smell the sex in the air. They could smell it on him especially. He was sure of it.

"Oh hello. I... I hope you're enjoying your dinner." he said nervously.

"Enjoy nothing. I wanna know how much you are. I didn't see anything about a hunky squirrel on the menu." said one of them, a dark feline only slightly bigger than the rabbit from Piat's fantasy.

"Oh... um... well," the squirrel stammered, not having prepared for that kind of a reaction, "Let me go talk to my manager and find out if there's something we can arrange."

Piat quickly washed his paws and waddled out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed and burning. It wasn't unusual for the patrons to want to 'compliment the chef'. It was however the first time one of them had asked for him specifically. Surely Hemlock's little escapades had been the catalyst for that.

"You're finally back. Was starting to think you were getting too comfy in there." the gruff dog said.

"Yeah, had two parts to take care of. Sorry about that. Also um... one of the diners was asking about... how much for me." Piat said nervously.

"I'll go talk to them. It was the black cat, wasn't it? He's been eyeballing the bigger staff members. I think he wants to sample being sampled if you get my drift. Get back on the line. I'll come back and talk with you in a bit." the manager said.

Piat nodded and tried to squeeze his way back into his station, getting a sideways look from Gary the gryphon. Apparently the boss wasn't the only one who had picked up on his arousal.

"Have fun on break?" the bird asked.

"I asked Hemlock to behave. You know how he is. Such a bad wolf." the squirrel feigned a complaint.

"Whatever. Just glad you're back. We're picking back up." Gary said.

They resumed preparing the ordered dishes, doing well to keep up with demand. All the while, Hemlock squirmed oh so slowly under Piat's fur, making him grumble anew. When he had a free second, the squirrel shot his boyfriend a text, griping at him for his naughty behavior.

"You keep that kind of thing up and I just might not let you out for a solid week. See how you like being in the dog house, Ham Hock." he typed out, teasing his boyfriend with the slightly rude nickname.

"I'm cool with it if you are!" Hemlock shot back with lightning speed.

Piat frowned and muttered to himself, figuring that of course his boyfriend would be happy to spend a week in his gut. Honestly, that did sound pretty great.