*** This is a DDLB story. Berwick is 19, Duke is 28.
It was just a casual day where Duke came home from work, and he saw Berwick sitting in the hallway. It was like Berwick waited for his return. Duke smiled at Berwick, only to receive a scowl. The smile on Duke’s face dropped, as he now frowned at his little troublemaker. Berwick was a nineteen-year-old brat, whereas Duke appeared to be twenty-eight.
“Did something happen when I was at work, babe?”
Grrr! Berwick pouted, looking up at Duke. He let out a huff.
“Is something wrong, baby?” Duke questioned Berwick, cocking his head to one side. “Maybe you want some cuddles?”
However, the younger male still pouted. He didn’t answer Duke.
“Tell me what’s going on,” encouraged Duke. “You know what will happen if you don’t tell me.”
“My tummy hurts!” Berwick complained. “Hmph!”
“Oh, is that so? Have you been eating too many…I don’t know…sweets? When I told you not to,” he reminded Berwick. Duke smirked, watching Berwick’s face turn red. “Remember daddy’s rules, don’t you? You can’t lie to me.”
Letting out a huff, Berwick averted his gaze from Duke’s. “I didn’t eat any sugary foods.”
“If you tell me the truth, you can play video games on my lap,” teased Duke with a laugh.
Rushing in to give Duke a big, warm hug. Berwick didn’t say a word, he just gave Duke a cuddle instead. Duke hugged him back, still wearing a wide smirk on his face.
Grabbing onto Duke’s hand, Berwick pulled the bigger male over to the settee. He took the console controller and went on to sit in Duke’s lap. Duke just rolled his eyes in amusement at his boy, knowing full-well that Berwick was lying about not eating any sweets. However, Duke couldn’t punish Berwick if he had a tummy ache (gotta be a caring daddy).
On the television screen, Berwick was playing a cute game about collecting different dragon species to put in his garden. At the moment, Berwick was trying to get as many dragon eggs as he could so he could have a large garden of dragons. His main dragon happened to be a little crimson fire dragon, and its mate appeared to be a dark shadow basilisk.
“Is that supposed to be me and you or something?” Duke asked, he rolled his eyes at the mere thought. But it was so cute. “The dark dragon has red horns and stuff…that’s why I asked.”
“…Yes,” he admitted. Berwick pursed his lips shut, not saying any more than what was said.
An egg sat outside the dragons’ home, and it soon hatched into a baby wyvern.
Duke blushed at the television screen, and he just had to ask his lover. “Wh-What’s that?” Duke questioned, narrowing his eyes at the younger lad.
“A baby – duh!” Berwick replied.
“What?”
“Duke, just ignore it! It’s supposed to be my dragon farm!”
Chuckling in amusement at the silly boy’s response, Duke just watched Berwick play his cartoon game. He looked at the front cover of this game: Viva Dragon. Shaking his head slightly, Duke changed the subject now.
“I’ve been thinking, Berwick, we need to come up with a safe word for you,” stated Duke. He wrapped his arms around Berwick’s torso and kept the younger male on his lap. “So, when you don’t like something; you’ll tell me to stop by using your safe word.”
“…Hm, a safe word?” Berwick thought for a moment, but he didn’t really have anything in mind. He simply shrugged. Berwick didn’t think he needed a safe word.
“Think of the thing you hate most in life,” he said.
“Duuuuuuuke!~ Can’t we talk about this later?” Berwick whined, furrowing his black brows in irritation. “I’m trying to get as many dragons as I can!” Berwick squealed, mashing the buttons on the game controller as he got his two main dragons to mate in their den again. “GRRRR, now someone’s in my garden and tearing it apart!”
“…Fine. Think about it, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” he rolled his eyes at Duke’s advice. “He already knows what I don’t like,” he huffed.
“What was that, Berwick?”
“Nothing, Duke!”
“That’s what I thought you said,” he kissed Berwick on the neck.
“Hmph,” he huffed at Duke’s response. Berwick soon dropped the game controller.
Berwick smirked, thinking of a devilish idea. Turning around on Duke’s lap, Berwick straddled Duke’s legs and gripped a fistful of those white locks. Duke’s hair felt soft, slick, despite it currently looking quite shaggy. Duke’s white hair extended to the middle of his back, it was straight with a messy sweep fringe.
“Ugh…Berwick, what are you doing?!” Duke groaned, giving his baby boy a dirty look. “Is your tummy still hurting? Do you want me to get you a drink?”
Brushing his nose against Duke’s, the younger male grumbled with his black eyebrows still furrowed in annoyance. Berwick just glared at Duke for a moment, shortly before he softened up and gave Duke a cuddle. Berwick was always whining about something.
Shaking his head with a little laugh, Duke gave Berwick a pat on the head. He didn’t bother hugging Berwick in return, but instead he just gave the younger male a head pat.
“Have you given up on that dragon game, then?” Duke questioned as he gently brushed Berwick’s fringe out of his face. “Hm?”
Berwick nodded.