Vernal Belongings
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Dorian observed his red-eyed, sniffling, sneezing boyfriend who was practically snorkeling in a cup of coffee. Allergies were bringing out the very worst in John Kennex. Not only were his eyebrows sewn into a furious ledge, they looked in need of a comb.
It was the first day of spring and a looming, gray haze blocked the sun and added to the ominousness John injected into every minute of their morning.
"Did you take your allergy medic-"
"Of course!"
"A nice hot shower might clear those sinuses."
"I heard silence helps."
Dorian wished the apartment was bigger and had more doors to slam as he stormed away.
Now John felt like a complete jackass. He yanked his jacket on and went out into the damp, windy dreck of March. It wouldn't help his allergies but he needed to get some air. A street vendor nearby was selling organic printed flowers and he felt a little silly buying a spring bouquet. Dorian liked sentimental shit, though.
John presented the flowers to his brooding mate by tapping him in the face with the green tissue-paper wrapped bundle.
Dorian turned his sound receptors back on and faced his hay-fevered sweetheart, his steely expression melting, lips twitching into a reluctant smile. As always, forgiveness was swift, sweet, and though John may not deserve it, complete.
They crushed the fragile blossoms into the bed, creating a potpourri of fabric softener, flowers, and sex.
When Dorian hovered his lips over the tip of John's tumid erection, he looked up into the man's eyes and instructed brusquely, "Do not cum until I give you permission."
Nodding slowly at his tormentor and sucking at his lip, John knew Dorian would find a way to punish him. It wasn't until he was begging, twisting into the sheets, his muscles seized and aching that the android relented and allowed him release.
After, Dorian pulled the heads off the crushed flowers and tangled them into his lover's messy, sweaty hair. John had no strength to protest as he was decorated in celebration of the equinox.
The sun beat through the clouds and into their eyes through the skylight.
