Notes: For primeval100: challenge 263: Domestic God(dess).
Domestic God (or Never make bets with kinky Civil Servants)
“You’re a kinky bastard,” Becker grumbled.
Lester smiled. “Yes, dear. Now come on, a bet’s a bet.”
He watched his boyfriend move around the room, dutifully dusting everything with the bright pink feather duster, and all the while in nothing but a small, frilly, white apron. It looked a lot sexier than he’d expected when he offered the forfeit. Maybe he could persuade him to keep the apron on afterwards…
“You’ve missed a spot,” he pointed out helpfully, leaning sideways to get a better look as Becker bent over to reach it, the apron strings trailing over his bare arse.