'I don't understand why I can't hire someone to do this,' Klaus complained as he glared at the instructions.
'It's a rite of passage for new fathers to build their child's crib,' Stefan explained.
'Is it?' Klaus paused and stared.
'I don't know but I thought it would be fun,' Stefan tossed the spanner in the air then caught it.
'We need to discuss your definition of fun sweetheart,' Klaus muttered darkly.
'Nah, we don't, we'll most likely fight while doing this, and then we'll need to have make up sex, and I'll be the wife,' Stefan suggested.
Klaus eyed him. 'Will you wear those white lacy knickers I bought you as a wedding gift?'
Stefan sighed. 'You know I'm not comfort-'
'I'll be the wife then,' Klaus decided.
'What if I want to be the wife?' Stefan asked as he added another screw to the wood. In hindsight he realized he should have made a crib himself; perhaps he still would.
'But I have to do all that rimming and fingering and other preparations and-'
'What if I already did and I'm wearing a butt plug?' Stefan asked.
Klaus faltered and Stefan grinned at the look on his face. He knew Klaus didn't mind the preparation part but Klaus enjoyed complaining so Stefan indulged his whims.
'You are?' Klaus asked as Stefan twisted and made sure his butt was sticking out as he tightened another screw.
Stefan hummed.
'What one?' He asked.
'Hand me that piece,' Stefan pointed at the wood next to Klaus and Klaus complied. 'One of the smaller black ones. Couldn't use a big one or I wouldn't be able to concentrate on this.'
Klaus watched him closely and Stefan knew he was trying to work out if he was lying. A year ago this would have embarrassed Stefan but knowing Klaus' tastes and how turned on he got gave Stefan the confidence to indulge their fantasies no matter how small.
Stefan worked in silence for a while. 'Are you going to watch me all afternoon?'
'You seem to be handling it pretty well,' Klaus admitted.
'I am, but you could hold this,' Stefan stood and twisted around again. Klaus joined him and together they held the crib as Stefan added the last of the screws. 'There, how does it look?'
'Ravishing,' Klaus leered.
'Our daughters crib not my ass,' Stefan hip bumped his husband. 'All my hard work deserves a treat.'
He opened his jeans and let one side fall down, enough to show the lacy panties Klaus had been trying to talk him into wearing for months.
'You little-' Klaus groaned and followed Stefan to their bedroom with a growl in his chest.