Logan had been planning it for weeks—a quiet, private evening at their favorite restaurant, one that held so many memories for them both. He reserved the back room, asked for candles and soft music, and even managed to coax Tyler into wearing a nice dress shirt (“It’s just dinner,” Logan had said, though the slight smile on his face gave him away).
Of course, Tyler had his suspicions. When they arrived and found the room set just for them, he gave Logan a playful look—one of those “I know you’re up to something” glances that made Logan want to smile and roll his eyes all at once.
They lingered over dinner, but Logan was too distracted to do more than push his dessert around on the plate. Tyler noticed, of course—he always noticed—but said nothing, watching him with quiet amusement.
And then, after one last deep breath, Logan rose from his chair.
Without a word, he stepped to Tyler’s side and sank down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The room seemed to still around them.
“Tyler,” Logan said, voice steady but thick with emotion. “You are the love of my life. My best friend. My partner in everything. Will you marry me?”
He opened the box, revealing a simple but elegant ring inside.
For a heartbeat, Tyler could only stare, lips parted, eyes wide. And then—being the brat he always was—a mischievous smile tugged at his mouth. One hand pressed dramatically to his chest as he tipped his head.
“Hmmm...” he drawled. “Let me think about it. You know, I do have so many offers...”
Logan gave a soft huff, eyes gleaming with affection (and maybe just a little warning). “You keep that up,” he murmured, “and you’ll be getting a spanking the moment we get home.”
Tyler’s grin widened. “Mmm... is that a threat, or a promise?”
Logan’s lips curled into that slow, sure smile that always left Tyler breathless. “It’s a promise,” he said. “Just like this ring I’m giving you.”
That did it. The teasing melted away, leaving nothing but the warmth shining in Tyler’s eyes. He reached down, fingers trembling just slightly as they brushed Logan’s cheek.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
Logan slipped the ring onto his finger and rose to pull him into a deep kiss—one that earned them more than a few knowing looks from the waitstaff.
But the best part came later, once they were home. True to his word, Logan sat on the edge of their bed, pulled Tyler gently but firmly across his lap, and bared him for a well-deserved spanking.
It wasn’t harsh—Logan would never be cruel with him—but it was real. A steady rhythm of firm swats, each one reminding Tyler exactly who he belonged to (not that he’d ever forget). Tyler wriggled and gasped, letting out playful little protests between moans of pleasure, his body warm and glowing beneath Logan’s hand.
When it was done, Logan helped him up, kissed him deeply, and carried him to bed.
Later, curled against Logan’s chest, Tyler traced lazy circles across his fiancé’s skin and murmured, “So... I guess that means I’m really yours now.”
Logan smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “You always were.”
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