Pretty Little Puppy
Magnus smiled to himself as his phone buzzed, and he didn’t have to look down to know that it was a response to the message he had sent less than five minutes ago.
It had to be. Those were the rules.
At least, if Asher wanted his weekly allowance to clear his account, and with the demanding shopping list Magnus had sent him on, he knew the boy would be desperate for it.
Magnus swiped open his phone, openly up the text message and humming with satisfaction.
He knew Asher’s schedule and knew the boy would be at the gym, so demanding a cage check and progress pic was a perfect chance to push the boy’s boundaries. Magnus had been subtly poking and prodding since their . . . . relationship had started, and he was happy with how far Asher had come.
Magnus’s message was curt—”check-in, pup”—and the picture below was perfect.