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It was pastel pink color.
It had ruffled, white details going all around the outline of it and a spacy pocket in the front, adorned with pretty white bows.
Arthur mind was going crazy with the mixture of emotions he felt as he held the apron, he found this morning on top of his drawer, with a note saying,
“A little gift for you. A good wife, should protect her nice clothes while baking ;)“
He of course knew who it was from. Charles, who had moved into Horseshoe Overlook, not long after Arthur was finished renovating the main house.
Arthur knew it was most likely a joke on Charles part, but couldn’t shake the feeling of arousal at the thought of Charles calling him a “good wife“ again. He stood there, in their shared bedroom, the girly apron in his hands and face red as a tomato, not knowing quite what to do.
But let’s start at the beginning. It all began with a simple misunderstanding about a week ago. He and Charles were about to ride out on Taima and Ford, but Taima was giving Charles a hard time, obviously something about her tack was bothering her.
Arthur walked towards the pair of them, holding Ford at the reins, while Charles was already on the fussing mare.
“Someone’s in a mood“, Charles threw into the room, as he petted Taima, trying to calm her down.
“No wonder, her saddlepad is all rolled up“, Arthur looked to the end of the horses spine, where it connected to the rump, there it was, the saddlepad completely messed up, “Lemme help you“
And so before Arthur got up onto Ford, he quickly fixed Taima’s saddlepad, so Charles of course, murmured a little, “Thank you—“, but right after he said a little louder, “That’s a good girl“
Arthur was stunned. He thought Charles meant him. That he was the good girl. In afterthought, it was clearly meant for Taima, but Arthur still spoke up, a confused, “What?“, chuckling slightly to downplay the interest that it made spike up in him.
“Oh—I was just talking to Taima“, Charles shrugged. And then it clicked for Arthur. Yeah of course he was talking to the stupid horse! Why would he be calling his boyfriend “a good girl“.
“Ha, y-yeah. I— I thought— ah forget it“, Arthur tried to hide the fact that he thought Charles meant him, but to no avail, the man could read him like an open book. And all it took was one good look at Charles face to understand that he picked up on Arthur’s confusion. Charles gave him a teasing smirk, and Arthur just pulled further down his hat over his head, hiding his face behind it, “Shut up“, he snarked, but not daring more than a murmur.
Charles chuckled, his sweet as honey voice said, “Okay, Arthur“, as he rolled his eyes. They didn’t mention this misunderstanding until a few days later.
Because coincidentally, Arthur got into baking again. He hated cooking, that’s what Pearson was for, but he found baking enjoyable, plus he wouldn’t admit it, but he did have a sweet tooth. So when stressed with leading the stable, he would find himself more often in the kitchen than not.
This particular evening, he was trying out a new recipe for apple pie. It was the season for apples again, and the apple trees that were leaving fruit on the floor, weren’t about to rot.
He was just about to pour the apple-cinnamon mixture into the pie dish as he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. He didn’t turn to look, because one thing didn’t change after Hosea passed the main house and with that, the whole Horseshoe Overlook to Arthur, it was basically public property to people here. So that meant, people came and went whenever they wanted.
“The wife’s in the kitchen again, I see“, an amused voice came from the door of the kitchen, to that Arthur looked up, only to see Charles leaning on the door frame, a teasing smirk on his face painted again.
“It smells incredible“, he walked in, towards Arthur, and Arthur finished pouring the mixture into the pie dish, as he tried to distract himself from just how much that first sentence affected him. Charles came closer to Arthur, coming awfully close as his hands reached out to Arthur’s hips, as he pushed his body against Arthur’s back, “Tastes probably just as good if not better“, he said so close to Arthur’s ear, he could feel his breath on his neck. He gave him a quick kiss on the neck, as he moved away again, “I’m beat, just got done with Taima, right after work. I’m going to take a shower“, he said as he stretched his arms, and walked out of the kitchen again.
God, this man could do things to him, no other ever could.
And that brings him here again, with the pink apron in his hands and the thought, “Maybe I don’t mind being a good wife, after all“
In the end, he decides to put it on. No one’s going to see him anyways in the comfort of his own room. He looks into the mirror next to the drawer. He looks ridiculous, and yet it makes his thoughts wander.
Funny, because it was obviously meant as a joke. A gag gift, which will just take up space in some kind of box, stored never to be seen again.
It’s a shame, it was good quality, the fabric slipping right through Arthur’s fingers and it made him wonder just how much Charles had paid for this stupid gag gift.
His clothes did tend to get dirty while he experimented in the kitchen… And it would be really a shame not to use it, now that he already has it…
And with that thought and a few more apples he didn’t want to go to waste, he was in the kitchen again. This time baking apple cupcakes.
Ironically, he was careful as not to get the apron dirty. Succeeding at the task at hand.
Just as he was about to get out the cupcakes out of the oven, he heard familiar footsteps in the hallway again.
He turned around as he put the tray of cupcakes onto the counter, “God, pink is your color“, Charles said as he came closer, “and it smells so good, as always“
Arthur was flattered and flustered by Charles comments, to the point where he just nodded and couldn’t even get the words, “Thank you“ out. So he just stood there awkwardly, thinking of what to say as Charles got closer to him.
“You make such a good wife, Arthur“, he said as his hands went to Arthur’s hips and he pressed himself closer, facing Arthur and looking straight into his eyes. And as Charles pressed his body into Arthur, he felt something poking into his thigh. Charles was turned on by the sight of him.
“You know what good wife’s do, right? You wanna help me?“, Charles asked, quietly whispering into Arthur’s ear. Arthur wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the rate at what it was exciting him, being called a good wife, was concerning. He nodded, a cracked, “Y-yeah“, escaping his mouth.
“Good girl“, Charles said and that shot straight up to Arthur’s cock, “C’mon let’s go upstairs“, Charles took the lead and pulled Arthur by his hand, behind him into the bedroom. Once both in the bedroom, Charles locked the door and turned to Arthur again, he stood there, a little awkwardly, pretty unsure of what to do.
“You even were careful about not dirtying the apron“, Charles cooed as he took a step closer, “Shut up…“, Arthur sheepishly said, as he looked down to the floor.
“Now, be a good girl and do what you gotta do, alright?“, Charles whispered into Arthur’s ear, a little, “How you feeling?“, came right after and Arthur knew what Charles meant by it immediately. He swallowed, “Green light“, he croaked out.
“Good girl“, Charles said a little too enthusiastically, for him not being into it too. His one hand went up to Arthur’s head, combing through his, now, longer hair, he refuses to cut and the other one to his waist.
Arthur was about to drop onto the bed and let Charles have him, any way he wanted him, just to be called good girl again. But he knew, he had to earn his keep, and he wasn’t particularly mad about it either.
Arthur just looked up to Charles again, as he went down onto his knees infront of him, he started unbuckling Charles‘ belt and then his pants. Sliding them down alongside with his underwear.
Charles was big. It was impressive for Arthur to say at least, but it wasn’t like he hasn’t seen, tasted, kissed and been fucked by it, so many times before, still, impressive every time.
Arthur’s hand wrapped around Charles‘ dick, his thumb teasing over the slit in the middle. Charles hissed, as his hand went up to Arthur’s hair again, tangling it. Arthur got to work with his mouth soon after, his toung swirling around the cock in a skillful manner and his hand helping where he wasn’t able to reach with his mouth.
“God, you’re such a good girl, keep doing that“, Charles said out of breath, but it was enough to make Arthur start squirming to feel a little more friction. After deciding that, this wouldn’t be enough, Arthur started palming his own hard on with his free hand. He didn’t even realise how badly he was slacking, until Charles said, “Someone’s getting distracted. Hands off, and onto the bed, be a good wife and do as I tell you“
Arthur stopped completely now, complying, as he crawled onto their bed. He fell onto his back and immediately Charles was on top of him, “Good girl“, he purred as he kissed Arthur on the neck delicately.
Soon Arthur’s pants were off too and Charles was stretching Arthur out with at first, one finger, then two and Arthur was getting really impatient, “C’mon Charles! I’m stretched out enough“, he whined.
“Okay, okay“, Charles laughed, “Rubber?“, he asked.
“Fuck the rubber! No, actually fuck me now!“, Arthur was starting to talk nonsense and Charles, the sweetheart, was going spare Arthur once more as he slowly pushed into Arthur, and he just whined out again.
“God, you sound like a wife too“, Charles said, breathing heavy.
“Mhm!“, Arthur answered as he tensed around Charles. Charles didn’t even know if Arthur had heard him, or he was just spewing nonsense again.
Both of them had still their shirts on, and Arthur to that, the pink, pretty apron. It hugged his waist perfectly and covered the lower part of his belly, only his hard, pink and begging cock sticking out from underneath.
Charles reached out for Arthur’s clothed pecks and squeezed with one hand, slightly, making the man’s under him groan in pleasure as he ghosted over his right nipple.
“What—“, Charles was out of breath but still wanted to praise the man underneath him, “What a good wife, I have. Let’s me fuck her just how I want, what a good girl“, now it was Charles time to start spewing nonsense. Except the nonsense was just different praises for Arthur, like “good girl“ or “good wife“ or any combination of those two things.
And Arthur was about to come from all of the praising from Charles, and of course the abuse his backdoor was receiving right now.
“Arthur—“, Charles started, but Arthur cut him off with a, “Me too“
And Arthur was the first to come, all of his come just spilling all over the pink apron, just like a sugar glaze would. The sight of Arthur like that and the tensing of his hole, made Charles come right after him, deep inside of him too.
“Fuck…“, Charles said as he slowly pulled out of Arthur, “Well, it got dirty after all“, Charles chuckled as he pointed to the come stain on the apron.
He fell back, next to Arthur, exhausted from the cardio-workout, “So good girl, huh?“, he asked Arthur, who slowly started coming back to himself.
“I guess“, he panted.
“Well, let me just tell you, you are the best wife I have ever dreamed for“, Charles pulled Arthur into a hug, who with all his energy left hugged him back and Charles planted a quick kiss on his head.