Your boyfriend asks you for help applying his T-shot.

FTM! Dennis

Dennis always claimed he hated the anticipation more than the needle itself. So when the alcohol swab cooled his skin and he started his usual count — “One... two—” — the needle slid in early.

“F- ,” he breathed, more startled than hurt, jaw tightening before his shoulders finally dropped.

“You did it again,” he muttered, almost annoyed, though the tension had already drained from him. “You know I tense up at three.”

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So this was the actual request. I feel like so dumb for misreading the other comment and thinking it was a request.

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Warning: Dennis might have some baby fever a while after having his T-shot administered.

Established relationship, have fun!!