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“Of course, not,” Jack agreed. “It’s more entertaining for people to speculate. The comment section blows up with people assuming you do or don’t. The second we confirm that, Deer Daddy loses his mystique. Well, some of his mystique.”

Dimitri huffed, still annoyed by the absurdity of his online name. It was in no way dignified. It likely added to why so many humans claimed he wasn’t a real monster. Some would even comment that his antlers were cheap and fake, his clawed hands looked like clip-on nails, or his contacts were simply dramatic. Jack explained it as a human mechanism to explain the supernatural, logically away any hint of something outside the ordinary. Dimitri could only wonder what they’d say if they saw his tail.

After Jack finished dyeing the tail, Dimitri was given time to relax until it came to washing out the dye. That proved a little messy.

“You could shrink your antlers, you know.” Jack struggled to wash Dimitri’s hair out under the sink with the antlers clinking against something no matter the angle.

“No, I would ruin Deer Daddy’s mystique.”

“You’re impossible,” Jack huffed and continued his work.

The counter ended up covered in water, and the floor soon joined when Jack realized how difficult it was to rinse Dimitri’s tail.

“Finally,” Jack sighed, using a towel to fluff Dimitri’s tail, then tossing him another one to dry his hair.

Dimitri grinned, finding the exhaustion in Jack’s shadowy expression entertaining.

Jack dragged Dimitri back to the kitchen chair.

“What do you think?” Jack held up a mirror, allowing Dimitri to have a genuine reaction before grabbing his phone. He stared with wide-eyed anticipation.

“The roots are very red.”

“Crimson,” Jack said. “And I figured the root effect—there’s a word for it—would look cooler than dyeing your whole head. Do you not like it?”

“I do like it.” Dimitri craned his neck, eyeing his tail, and wiggling the fluffy nub to further examine the red roots around the dark black fur. “I even like the matching.”

“I knew it.” Jack raised his arms in pride.

“You do good work.”

After a moment, Jack hit record on his phone, and Dimitri stayed silent during Jack’s monologue of the results.

“He loves it, obviously,” Jack said. “Though I do wish we would’ve added some green highlights in there. Would’ve totally added to the holiday wonder.”

Dimitri let out a quiet snarl, to which Jack merely giggled.

After Jack had rambled on for a few minutes, Dimitri took Jack’s phone away. He hit the stop button, exited the video recorder, closed the background apps, and stuffed it in his back pocket. All his lessons with Jack were paying off. He felt as if he’d conquered the beast of technology.

“Hey, I wasn’t done talking.”

“You never are,” Dimitri teased. “But I wish to show you how grateful I am.”

“How grateful you are?”

“Yes, you wanted to show me how grateful you were, but I want to show you first.”

“Uh, hold on… What?”

“In fact, perhaps you can show me how grateful you are by being a good boy for me.” Dimitri hooked his fingers around the loops of Jack’s belt. “Can you do that?”

“Uh, yeah, absolutely.”

“Good.” Dimitri unfastened Jack’s belt and yanked his pants down in one swift motion as he dropped to his knees.

The action startled Jack, and he released a small gasp. The gasp was quickly replaced by a moan as Dimitri licked his palm and wrapped his hand around Jack’s shaft.

Dimitri took in the sight of Jack’s cock, finally getting a full look at his semi-erect dick. His shaft was dark gray, but the head of his dick was much lighter, especially as Dimitri slipped the foreskin back with gentle strokes.