"Did it work?"
Darren laughed, then, turning to kiss him. "Can't woo someone who's already madly in love with you. Sir."
Miles gave a pleased hum, covering his hand on the spatula to hold it steady as he claimed a longer kiss. "You're not going to stop me from trying, handsome."
The spaghetti turned out surprisingly edible, though not as tasty as Miles's concoctions. "They tend to play it safe with bottled sauces," he explained. "Not as much seasoning as making it from scratch. I'll show you how to doctor it up a bit next time. Going to tell the kids you made it?"
Darren pondered the idea, then smiled. "Maybe after they've finished eating."
"Good idea." Miles chuckled and pulled him close, kisses warm and adoring as his hands stroked up and down his back. "You did very well, pet. I'm proud of you."
The praise made him feel warm and strangely shy. "Master is a very talented instructor. The promise of reward was pretty motivating, too, Sir."
Chuckling softly, Miles kissed along his jaw to nuzzle under his earlobe. "Even though you don't know what it is?"
Darren tilted his head back with a pleased sigh. "I will be grateful for anything Master chooses to reward me with."
Miles nibbled on his earlobe. "Oh, I'm going to reward you so good."
Darren groaned softly, imagining far too many wonderful possibilities. "When can we cook again, Sir?"
"You hot for teacher now, pet?" One hand wandered slowly down Darren's back to cup and squeeze his ass.
Panting, it took every ounce of self-control not to press into his husband's body. "Sir, you know I'm always so hot for teacher."
Miles gave his ass a playful swat, and to Darren's frustration and relief, pulled away. "Save it for later. Set the island for dinner, pet."
Somehow, Darren managed to compartmentalize throughout the evening. Having the kids around was a significant help in not thinking about sex, and after cleaning up the kitchen, he busied himself with packing the living room while Miles helped them with a bit of homework. Then reading, where it took every ounce of self-control not to speed through his pages.
"Say goodnight to Uncle Darren," Miles told the kids, hanging back as they both gave him hugs before disappearing into the bathroom. "I'll handle teeth. Go do some packing in the bedroom, alright?"
Then he tugged at Darren's belt loops, lowering his voice. "These off."
Mouth dry, Darren had to swallow to answer. "Yes, husband."
Even with the door closed, taking off his jeans and socks left Darren feeling painfully exposed. He took a box behind the standing wardrobe, half opening the door to make sure he'd be fully hidden from view from the hallway. Then he undid his jeans, sliding the heavy denim over the delicate green lace panties and down the silken stockings that covered his thighs and calves.
He had to adjust his arousal in the panties as he sank to his knees to pack the shoe shelf.
Miles came in some time later but didn't greet him. He turned on the white noise machine they kept near the door, then grabbed something on his way into the bathroom. Was he changing? Looking down at his own stocking-covered legs, Darren couldn't help but wonder if Miles intended some kind of role-play. Had he bought something kinky for himself? At private events, Miles generally wore as little as possible, but if Miles was attending as a dom, then Darren would leap at a perfect excuse to go shopping.
"Well, now, what do we have here?" Miles pulled the wardrobe door closed and leaned over him.
Perfectly shined shoes, crisp pants with pressed pleats, a utility belt. Darren's thoughts stumbled to a halt.
Miles had kept one of his old uniforms. Now, he was pressed and dressed in it, with a pair of NYPD-issue handcuffs dangling from one finger.
It hadn't been difficult for Darren to encourage Miles to transition out of the NYPD. He'd become a detective to help people, and accidentally killing an undercover cop in the line of duty had been the last straw in a mountain of trauma. The downward spiral of self-loathing and alcoholism it had sent him into had cost him far more than his dysfunctional marriage. Even after going through the process of healing and putting his life back together - part of which had included BDSM and Darren - Miles had never been comfortable going back in the field where the work would feel meaningful, and Darren was happy to support that.
He'd only been a little regretful that Miles had never initiated kinky role play while he was still on the force. Darren may have entertained a few kinky fantasies about being shoved up againstthe wall, his feet kicked apart, and then being rough-handled into a full cavity search. Miles's happiness was worth the trade-off, of course. But discovering now that perhaps it wasn't a lost opportunity after all was even better.
Miles as a dominant was mindlessly hot. But Miles reclaiming his power as Officer, now that was a milestone indeed.
And then there were the handcuffs that Miles still swung playfully in the air.
Darren smiled, raising an eyebrow in invitation. "Can I help you, officer?"
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