The doorbell rings. Oh no. David, you’re late again. He hurriedly finishes brushing his teeth. Luckily, his hair and beard are already in order.
At least put on some socks — but where are the socks? Right, left… they’re not there.

“I’m coming! Sorry!” he shouts. Ah — there they are, on the living room couch. But why? Who knows.
He opens the door and finds Dustyn and Riley standing there. He’s forgotten one crucial detail: he’s still wearing his face mask.

“Heeey, bosses, how’s it going?” He snaps a mock military salute — but with a coconut face mask on and a white bathrobe, the gesture carries a very different vibe. “Sorry I’m late, come on in.”

David invites them inside what turns out to be a huge living room — well-furnished, cozy, and modern. On the left, a media wall with a sofa, a row of comics beneath the TV, and a few figurines on display. On the right… a large round table and a bookshelf entirely devoted to role-playing games — the passion he’s been pouring his life into lately.

“No problem for me — he’s the boss around here,” David replies calmly. “Everything’s good, though. You can leave your things on the sofa here, and if you need them, there are two bathrooms.”

David gestures toward the bathrooms, right next to the large transparent glass door through which a modern kitchen can be seen, complete with a central island counter. Everything looks fairly tidy, except for a few comics and some tools — a computer and other work gear David uses — scattered here and there.

“So… this is your first time, Ri?” David asks curiously, a slightly mischievous, teasing smile visible beneath the face mask.

“If we were in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Spellman, we could call this your blood baptism. Welcome to the Church of Night, they’d say on the show,” David remarks, trying to raise his eyebrows beneath the coconut face mask as he glances at Dustyn. Maybe Dustyn understands exactly what he means.

Then the alarm he had set goes off — fifteen minutes have passed. Finally, the mask comes off. He peels it away and gently massages his face, inviting the boys to follow him into the kitchen so he can toss it into the trash.

He casually offers them something to drink, seeming completely at ease despite being wrapped in a bathrobe and literally barefoot, leaving faint wet footprints across the floor from his still-damp feet — though he hasn’t noticed yet.

“Jokes aside, it’ll be an experience,” David says while grabbing glasses and setting out a few drinks: water, Coke, and fruit juices. “It’s a different kind of evening… and after that, we’ve got a long night ahead of us together...”

“All in pajamas, playing Twister.” he adds few seconds later.

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David laughs at Riley’s teasing aimed at Dustyn. He can’t help but notice the deep, long-standing friendship between the two of them — something built over years, maybe decades. That kind of bond isn’t something you can take for granted, he thinks.

The easy banter fills the kitchen, warm and familiar, and David lets it wash over him for a moment.

He gives Dustyn an amused look, clearly entertained by the exchange.

He checks the time briefly, then looks back at them. He leaves the boys some space and time to get changed, gesturing that he should probably get rid of that bathrobe himself. At that exact moment, the doorbell rings — Natasha has arrived.

When she steps inside, she greets David with a hug. Not overly affectionate, but intense and energetic. She doesn’t seem like the type to hand out affection freely… or at least, she does it in her own way.

“Riley and Dustyn are here,” David says.
At his words, Natasha raises an eyebrow, as if something mischievous crosses her mind — though she doesn’t say it out loud.

She strides in and drops her duffel bag rather forcefully onto the sofa. David starts to tell her to be careful, but he doesn’t even get the chance: she immediately pulls off her top, remaining in her bra, and looks straight at him. A beautiful black lace bra with leather details, perfectly in line with a bondage aesthetic.

“Look at this.”

“Oh, I’m way too gay to properly appreciate this moment, Nat,” David replies.