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Looks like I’m here first then.
Paul/Ian of course (because no one likes Angus anymore)
Two points to Paul for the bondage (spoilers!) and one to Ian for being born.
Present:
Paul mused if it was too trite, too obvious.
Shaking his head, he fitted it through the little hole, doing the same to the other three.
One more and a final click before dropping the handle loop over the bedpost.
Only the ribbon left to tie now.
A nice bright purple bow.
Paul called for Ian who skipped up the stairs two at a time.
He gasped, seeing Paul in their black leather hand and ankle cuffs, dog collar around his neck and lead tying him to the bedpost, a bow on his erection.
“Happy Birthday Master.”
The perfect present.
Birth:
Paul dropped his toys to the floor, gasping as a smile blossomed over his face.
He ran to the window, climbing up his chair and onto the sill to throw them wide open. Staring out at the grimy streets of Mitcham, he turned his voice up to the sky.
“I know you’re out there now! I can finally feel you! Just wait for me and I’ll come find you one day!”
He convulsed with giggles and knocked his flowerpot off the sill, shattering on the front garden below. Paul just laughed more.
Paul was 3 years and four days old.
Joint Party:
“Right, I’ll be in charge of food and music and you can do the decorations.” Paul instructed Ian as they prepared for their party.
“Why?”
“Because you can’t cook and have abominable taste in music.” Paul flicked the end of Ian’s nose.
Ian went off in a sulk to get the decorations.
It was like this every year. Why did he bother arguing?
When the party was going though, his colleagues and Paul’s friends there, Ian didn’t mind any more.
As Paul grabbed him, pretending to be drunk, for a kiss in front of everyone, Ian couldn’t have been happier.