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"How was dinner?" asked Joseph, waggling his brows. "I got us spaghetti nero specifically--isn't it great?" He slipped his hand over Caesar's, smiling confidently; he had planned the cheesiest evening possible on purpose. Their bedroom was only lit only by candlelight, and rose petals were strewn over the bed and floor. Joseph had even provided spaghetti nero, fresh bread, and wine of a nice vintage; it was all part of his plan. Caesar loved sappy romantic shit.

"I don't know, your taste in wine is questionable," Caesar said with a flip of his hair. He intertwined his fingers with Joseph's, giving him the faintest smile. "Next time, I'll pick out the wine, eh, Jojo?" He blew him a kiss.

"Sure. But if you don't mind, I also picked out another activity...perhaps it'll be more to your tastes?" He nodded toward the bed. "Gotta work off those calories somehow, right?"

"What ever could you be suggesting, Jojo?" Caesar smiled at him with the most innocent look he could possibly muster. "Why, I don't know what that's implying. How could sleeping possibly burn calories?"

He grinned. "It's not quite sleeping, Caesar--you need two to do it, and as little clothing as possible. Get comfortable on the bed and I'll show you."

Caesar pecked Joseph on the cheek as he stood up and sauntered over to the bed. He stripped off his jacket and loosened his tie before he laid down on the bed, folding his arms behind his head and crossing his legs. All and all he looked like the picture of comfort.

"Jojo, you sure know how to pamper somebody when you really feel like it, but I almost have the feeling that you're planning something because of it," Caesar fiddled with his headband as he looked directly at Joseph. "Now, that couldn't be the case, could it?"

Joseph pulled off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. "Me? Never." He pulled off Caesar's tie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Come on, I bet you wanna get out of all these uncomfortable clothes."

"Unlike you, I find men's clothes to be perfectly comfortable," he teased heartily as he grabbed Joseph by his cheeks and pulled him into a deep, but brief kiss. "What's your hurry, Cucciolo mio?"

"I've been holding back all day," he purred. It was true; his plan was perfect, and he had been barely able to contain his excitement until now. "Hurry up and get naked so I can give you your surprise."

"Oh, fine," he said with the slightest twinge of disappointment in his voice. "I'll let you have what you want, but only this once, Jojo. You're obviously so excited, how can I deny you what you've been waiting so long for?"

He kissed Joseph on the lips before he stripped out of the rest of his clothes and tossed them onto the nightstand. He wasn't normally so careless with his clothes, but like Joseph, he had been waiting all day and the thought of getting to things sooner rather than later was enticing.

Joseph reached behind his back, grinning like an idiot.

"...Are you ready for your surprise, Caesar? I've been waiting aaaaaaall day to give it to you."

"Oh, out with it already, Jojo," Caesar insisted, waving his hand. "You're the one who wanted to get on with things, so get on with things already."

Even as said that, Caesar had the strangest premonition that he shouldn't be trusting Joseph at this very moment.

"SURPRISE!" exclaimed Joseph, pulling his clackers from behind his back. They wrapped around Caesar's wrists and ankles; he quickly tied them into knots. "Don't worry, Caesar--I'll hurry up with your surprise." He kissed him on the hand, winking.

Caesar rose an eyebrow as he shifted his wrists and legs in an attempt to get more comfortable. He tried to look as cool and calm as he usually was, but he wasn't so sure about where Joseph was going with this.

"If you had some sort of fetish for this the entire time, you could have just told me, Jojo," Caesar said, but he swallowed nervously immediately afterwards.

"The surprise is...tonight, you'll be playing the woman's role. I want to be on top." He smiled triumphantly and reached for the oil.

Caesar felt his smile fade. He couldn't quite bring himself to smile again. He should have known Joseph would pull something like this. He squirmed uncomfortably.

"Now, Jojo, isn't it much more reasonable to just ask?" he insisted.

"You'd say no," he said, pouting. "I've asked before, and you just laughed, you big jerk! Besides, I was nice--I gave you this awesome date first, right? Isn't that what you do?"

"How was I supposed to know you were serious?" he insisted angrily. Although the truth was, he had known Joseph was serious the entire time, he had just been pretending he wasn't for his own sake. "Untie me Jojo, and I'll forgive you for tying me up just this once."

"Sure I'll untie you," he said, tweaking Caesar's nipples. "Once I'm done, there's no need to keep you like this."

Caesar immediately attempted to shove Joseph's hands away but to no avail. He felt the strings digging into his wrist and that just made him even more upset. It was horribly humiliating for him.

"Dammit Jojo," he swore. "This isn't funny. I'm serious, this is your last chance to let me go before I get really angry."

"Come on--you do it to me all the time. Isn't it fair?" he pressed, laughing. He teased Caesar's cock, watching his expression with a shit-eating grin.

Caesar ground his teeth together as he glared daggers at Joseph. Oh, he would get him back for this.

"Oh, but you enjoy it so much, why would I ever want to take that away from you?" he replied with an acidic tone to his voice.

"You know I love to share," he replied immaturely, irritated by Caesar's remark. "I'm sure you'll love it as much as I do."

"Don't be so sure about that, I'm not into wearing women's clothes like you either," he snapped.

Joseph glared at him. "But I put on those clothes voluntarily--you're the one who insists on fucking me. And why would you do something to me you wouldn't be willing to try yourself?"