– Sonny won’t tell you when he is, and Nick isn’t even sure he remembers his own, but your birthday means getting absolutely spoiled. You wake up to Nick kissing you and Sonny pulling your pajama pants off of your legs.
– “Happy birthday, Doll.”
– All day, you don’t have to lift a finger. Your boys take care of literally everything for you. Food and drinks, entertainment of any and all kinds. There’s a lot of kissing and they put everything towards making you feel good and drawing out your pleasure, but they won’t fuck you until the very end of the night because they love how desperate you get for it,
– It’s late, you’re tired and in a warm haze of fuzzy pleasure when they’re both fucking you at the same time, filling you up. You lose track of whose hands are on your hips, whose lips drag along your neck. You’re pretty sure you come at least twice just like that.
– And afterwards, Sonny whispers soothing words in your ear as Nick cleans you up with a warm wash cloth. You drift off in his arms, vaguely registering when Nick lies with you too and buries his face in your shoulder.