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The first time they tried the collar, was the day that it arrived in the mail. The package sat on the kitchen counter all day, and for all that it was subtle; brown and innocuous, it made its presence known. Neither of them made a move to open it.
Adam thought that maybe Ronan would open it up as soon as it arrived, anticipation and curiosity too much, but when he didn’t, Adam had left it on the counter. Too see what would happen.
He thought maybe Ronan expected him to take it, hide it away, like Adam normally did when bland, brown packages arrived at the apartment.
But he left it there, and there it sat, all day. He caught Ronan looking at it, more than once. Watched him swallow and bite his lip.
Late in the evening, Adam was walking back to the couch from the kitchen, and he absently brushed his hand across the package.
“Jesus, fuck. Will you just do something with that thing already? I can’t stop fucking thinking about it,” Ronan groaned, twisting on the couch to look at Adam.
“Do you want me to?” Adam asked, faking his nonchalance.
“Yes, fuck, please,” Ronan burst. “I don’t care, open it up, take it your room and hide it, throw it out the fucking window, fuck! Just do something with it because I cannot stand this anymore.”
Adam moved back into the kitchen, and leant against the counter, looking into the living room. “Come here, Ronan,” he said.
Ronan rolled off the sofa and crossed the room. He stood on the other side of the counter and the package lay between them.
“What do you want me to do with it?” Adam asked him. “What do you want to do with it?”
Ronan didn’t look up at Adam, as he said, “I want to see it. And maybe, we could try it out? I don’t mean we should actually play right now, but we could…” he looked up, hopefully. “Try?”
“You want to open it then?”
Ronan looked at the package again. Adam tried to figure out what was going on his head, if there was something more than arousal going on there.
“No, you do it,” Ronan finally said.
“Tell me what’s going on in your head, first?”
Ronan lightly touched the edge of the package. “I just feel… ashamed, for wanting this? Embarrassed? I don’t know why I want it so badly; I just know that I do.”
Adam tilted his head. “And I guess you don’t feel that in a way that’s also sexy?”
“I think I probably could. That’s why I want to try it first though, without the sex part. Because maybe it could just feel normal, and not sexy after a while,” Ronan said. “Like the cuffs. At first, it’s all I can think of, how ashamed I am for wanting them, but then they just become weird wristbands. And it’s only when I think that you can tie me up with them, that the feeling comes back. And this could be the same.”
“Alright. Let’s go back to the couch,” Adam said. He took the package with him, and when they were settled back on the couch, Ronan sat between Adam’s legs, he opened it.
The collar was made of the same black padded leather as their cuffs, and it had a D-ring on the front.
Adam carefully buckled it around Ronan’s neck, and hooked a finger under it to check it wasn’t too tight. He wasn’t prepared for the way Ronan exhaled, long and deep, or the way he slumped back into Adam’s chest.
“Are you good?” Adam asked, just bordering on concern.
Ronan only nodded, and so Adam resumed the movie they’d been watching.
Half an hour later, Ronan hadn’t moved, hadn’t said anything and he was still taking long, slow breaths. Adam paused the movie again.
“Hey, Ronan. How are you doing?” Adam asked, gently.
“I can’t forget about it. I can’t stop remembering it’s there,” he said. His voice was quiet. The room was lit by the one floor lamp, and the glow of the TV screen, but when Adam looked down, he could see Ronan was hard in his jeans.
“And how is it making you feel?”
“Quiet, I think? Not like when I’m under, but like. It’s hard to explain, I can’t stop remembering it’s there, but it’s not a bad thing. You put it there.”
Adam tried to figure out the meaning in that. “What do you want?”
Ronan ignored his question, still trying to explain the collar. “It’s like when I’m under, and I know you’re in control and I don’t have to think. It’s like that, but without fully submitting. It’s reminding me that…”
“That you’re mine?”
“Yeah,” Ronan breathed.
“What do you want then?” Adam asked again.
“Nothing, just wanna watch the movie, maybe make out a bit?”
“Okay,” Adam said, and he kissed the back of Ronan’s neck, just above the collar.
“What do you want?”
“It’s not about me,” Adam told him.
“But if it was?”
“Then you’d be on the floor right now. Kneeling at my feet. Naked. If you’re wearing my collar, you don’t get clothes.”
Ronan shuddered and groaned. “And?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I’ll plan more before I put it on you next time. If you want it again.”
“Yeah. I do, I definitely do.”
Ronan twisted in his lap and knelt over him. They kissed, soft and warm, a warm slide of lips. Adam couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers across the leather of the collar though. Every time his fingers brushed Ronan’s skin, Ronan sucked in a sharp breath.
“Tell me if you want more,” Adam had said, soft and low.
But Ronan had shaken his head and kept kissing him instead. The collar stayed on, until Adam was struggling to keep his eyes open. Before getting up off the couch, he’d slid his fingers under the tongue of leather and worked the buckle open.
Without the collar, Ronan had rolled his shoulders, and smiled, loose and easy, like after a scene, content with everything he’d got.
The second time, began like this:
“Kneel.”
Ronan knelt. He’d already stripped naked at Adam’s request and his cock stood hard between his legs, pre cum already collecting at the head.
“Do you want this?” Adam picked the collar up off the bed.
Ronan nodded, slow and certain.
“Ask for it then.”
He swallowed. “Please, Adam. I want you to—” he swallowed again, words clogging up his throat. “Collar me.”
“Good boy.”
The warm leather wrapped around his throat. Adam’s fingers hooked under it, just pulling a little.
“How does it feel?” Adam asked. “Do you like it?”
“I do. I just want…”
“What do you want?”
“You. Please.”
“Okay, no more talking.”
Adam fucked him on his back. Adam fucked him slow and gentle, Ronan’s legs wrapped around his waist, his hands free and trailing down Adam’s back. It was soft and slow and would have been vanilla, if Adam hadn’t had his fingers hooked under the collar the whole time, pulling it tight around Ronan’s neck every so often, as if to remind him it was there.
After Adam came, he slid down between Ronan’s legs and licked the come out of his ass, while Ronan whimpered and begged above him. When Adam’s mouth finally closed around the head of his cock, Ronan had barely even registered that he had permission to come before he was coming into Adam’s mouth. Adam kissed him again after, and Ronan wanted to beg some more, wanted to beg Adam to roll him over and have him again, have his mouth, take whatever he wanted from Ronan.
Adam didn’t fuck him again though. Adam wiped him clean with a washcloth and shushed him softly, quieting his begging.
“You’re so good, baby. You took all that so well. You’re so far under for me, and I barely had to do anything to get you there.”
“Adam,” Ronan said softly, reaching out for Adam.
Adam lay down close to him, tangled their legs together and rested his head on Ronan’s shoulder.
“You want that off now?”
“No, leave it. Please.”
“Sure,” Adam said, and kissed him again.
The third time had begun with a text.
A: I want you wearing the collar when I get home.
R: Wht time
A: I’ll get home when I get home
Fuck.
It could have been in five minutes. It could have been in two hours.
R: Naked?
A: What do you think?
Ronan had stripped his clothes off as fast as he could manage, but had suddenly slowed when it came to putting the collar on himself.
He’d never done it himself, and he fumbled with the buckle, the thought of Adam’s cool fingers on the back of his head, on the sides of his neck, distracting him. He couldn’t do it tight enough the first time, the leather not quite worn enough for the buckle to drop into its usual position. The second time, it had dropped in just right and the weight of it settled around Ronan’s throat when he moved his hands away.
He could feel the effect of it immediately, even without Adam. It settled something in his bones. No need to think like this, he only had to be, only had to exist for Adam.
It had been strange, to wander around the apartment naked but for the collar. Adam hadn’t given any more instructions about what to do, or where to be waiting, so he passed the time making sandwiches. He would have cooked, but he learned the hard way that naked cooking isn’t as exciting as it sounds.
Ronan was slumped on the sofa, empty plate in the sink, when he heard Adam’s keys in the lock. He sprang to his feet, guilty, for no reason at all.
Adam came in, his shirt a little rumpled from his day at work, satchel over his shoulder and a black plastic bag in his other hand. He smiled warmly at Ronan as he shut the door, but his smile quickly turned to a filthy smirk as he assessed Ronan, stood naked in the middle of the room.
“I made you a sandwich,” Ronan said. He didn’t know what else he could say.
Adam laughed. “Thank you. Are you gonna come here?”
“Is that a request?”
“Ronan,” Adam said, voice low, the slight bulge in his tight slacks giving away how affected he was. “I bought you something. If you come here, you can find out what it is.”
Ronan’s legs moved automatically, crossing the room and kneeling before Adam. The linoleum of the kitchen was hard and cold beneath his knees, but he knew he wouldn’t be there for long.
“Close your eyes,” Adam told him.
With his eyes closed, the arousal built inside him, all too aware that good things happened when Adam used that tone of voice. The plastic bag rustled, and then there was no sound, but a couple of tiny, metallic clicks, and the frantic beat of Ronan’s heart.
Ronan moaned when he felt the collar around his throat tug.
“Open your eyes,” Adam said, needlessly, because Ronan already knew what he would see, and he was desperate for it.
Adam stood over him, the black leather of the leash wrapped around his hand. He was fully hard in his slacks, and Ronan wanted to put his mouth to the bulge, wanted let Adam feed him his cock.
But Adam hadn’t given it to him. He’d taken his work bag and his sandwich over to the dining table, and he’d lead Ronan over there too, pulling the leash in such a way that Ronan had no choice but to follow. Not that he wouldn’t have followed anyway.
“Good boy,” Adam had said, at Ronan crawling behind him.
Ronan knelt by the table leg, and Adam looped the leash around the table leg to tie him in place.
Ronan had stayed knelt there, unable to think of anything but the position he was in. Adam ate his sandwich, answered his emails, and said nothing more. Ronan was sure he hadn’t forgotten him though, Adam’s hand fell to the top of Ronan’s head, stroking absently against the grain of his hair.
Ronan had become restless though, waiting for Adam to be ready for him. He shuffled his weight on his heels and thought about pulling on the leash, just to see what would happen.
“Stop that,” Adam said, not looking down at him. “You’re distracting me.”
“If you didn’t want to be distracted, you shouldn’t have—”
Adam’s hand around his jaw had cut him off. Dark blue eyes held steady on Ronan’s. “Do I need to occupy your mouth too?”
Ronan swallowed, and didn’t reply. Adam unlooped the leash from the table leg and used his foot to nudge Ronan beneath the table. It had been a tight fit, but Ronan hadn’t cared, not when Adam used the leash to bring Ronan close to him, wrapping it around his hand and pulling, directing. Not when Adam used his free hand to undo his fly and pull out his cock.
Especially not when Adam had told him, “Don’t suck. Just hold it in your mouth.”
It’s the worst thing Adam asks him to do. It’s the best thing too, getting to quietly serve Adam. He had taken Adam into his mouth, semi-hard cock resting heavy on his tongue.
“Good boy. That’s just what I want.” Adam had praised Ronan, his voice low and warm.
Adam went back to his work; Ronan could hear the click of the keyboard, the turning of pages, both louder than before. Adam’s hand, the one with the leash in, stayed in his lap and, after a little while, his fingers had absently skimmed over Ronan’s jaw. He slid his thumb over where Ronan’s mouth was stretched around his cock, and then hooked it inside, pulling his mouth wider. Ronan whined. There was so much saliva collected in his mouth; he could feel it run down his chin.
“Getting messy down there, aren’t you? Drooling all over my cock,” Adam murmured.
Ronan hummed his agreement. He felt messy, sticky, depraved.
“Do you want to start sucking? Do you want to make me come?”
Ronan had wanted that, had been willing to beg for it, even. But Adam hadn’t let him suck. He’d lead Ronan out from beneath the table and made him bend over it instead.
“You’re so well behaved today,” Adam said, as he stretched Ronan open for his cock, the leash still wrapped around one hand. “Is it because of this?” he said, tugging on it. “Because you want to be led around by it, made to crawl for me?”
“Yes, yes,” Ronan had admitted, pushing his hips back and arching his ass up as Adam worked his cock inside.
Adam had fucked him over the table, hard and fast, and Ronan had felt his own arousal go from a base level hum to screaming urgency in seconds. Adam held the leash, pulling Ronan up so his back was arched in a sinuous curve. His other hand gripped Ronan’s hip so tight, holding him to the table, holding him close to Adam, holding him because if he wasn’t, it felt like either one of them could float away.
Ronan didn’t know who came first. Whether the clenching pulse of his own orgasm set Adam off, or whether the sensation of Adam’s last few mad thrusts pushed Ronan over the precipice. All he knew was that when they’d both caught their breath, when Adam had wiped them both clean, Ronan had been taken by the leash again and led to their bedroom.
The fourth time happened the morning after the third. Ronan hadn’t meant to fall asleep wearing the collar, but he had. He’d woken up spooned up to Adam, the weight of it around his neck almost as comforting as all the smooth, tan skin beneath his hands, turning gold in the sunshine creeping around the blinds. Adam had moaned, pleased, at the press of Ronan’s hard cock, and tilted his head to kiss Ronan, despite their mouths being sour with sleep.
Ronan had fingered Adam open according to his precise instructions, soft and slow under the warm weight of the duvet. Adam had hummed, sleepy still, at the initial stretch, but he’d gasped when Ronan had angled his fingers to his prostate as if he were surprised at the contact; as if it hadn’t been exactly what he’d just asked Ronan to do.
Adam had hooked his fingers beneath the collar as Ronan fucked him. Ronan had rolled his hips deep, just like Adam told him to, and Adam pressed back against him, keeping hold of the collar. He’d murmured to Ronan the whole time, telling him how he was ‘good, so good to me. Always do it just how I tell you to, baby.’
Ronan had kept the pace the same, but his orgasm built inside him like a tidal wave, only waiting for Adam’s permission to crash. He could feel the rapid movement of Adam’s arm as his hand moved on his own cock, and he came with a shout, clenching around Ronan until he whined with his own desperation.
“Good boy. You fuck me so well,” Adam had said, while Ronan shook with the effort of holding on. “Come for me, Ronan,” he commanded, and Ronan did, whining into Adam’s shoulder as Adam held on tight to the collar.
The fifth time was because Ronan was being a brat.
He didn’t start out behaving that way. He’d taken his clothes off for Adam, and he’d let Adam tease him, play with his cock and work up him to the edge of orgasm before pulling back.
But then something changed. Adam brought him to the edge of orgasm a second time, and when he pulled his hand from Ronan’s cock, Ronan snapped, “Oh fucking hell, fuck off.”
“Ronan, I told you not to swear.”
“Fuck that,” Ronan said, smirking.
“Ronan, I told you I was going to edge you.”
“Who wants to get fucking edged?” he said, and Adam had to take a step back to keep his composure.
And he kept doing it. He kept ignoring Adam’s instructions, kept touching his cock when Adam had said not to, hadn’t knelt when he’d been told to. He kept giving Adam the same challenging smirk, the same daring look right before he did something deliberately bad. He was pushing for something, and Adam wished he knew what, wished they’d talked about this scene more, so he’d known Ronan was going to be a brat.
Adam left instead, walked away, leaving Ronan sprawled on the couch, lazily stroking his cock, matching lazy, arrogant smirk on his face. He knew what he needed to get. What Ronan wanted. What he needed.
Adam stood in front of Ronan. “Kneel,” he said.
“Make me,” Ronan replied.
“I don’t have to make you. You’re going to on your own,” Adam told him. He leaned over Ronan on the couch, and ran his fingers over his jaw. “I know we didn’t talk about this, but I think you need it. You need calming down.”
Ronan moaned when he saw the collar in Adam’s hand. He lifted his head off the couch cushions to let Adam slide the collar around his neck.
“Good boy. I knew you wanted to be good really,” he said, lips brushing the shell of Ronan’s ear as he did up the buckle.
Adam sat back to take in the view, Ronan spread out beneath him, pink flush across his cheeks and down his chest, broken only by the thick line of the collar across his throat. His hands had fallen away from his cock, but it still strained up, hard and thick and wet at the tip.
“Now you’re going to behave, aren’t you?” Adam asked, his fingers running over the collar.
Ronan looked up at him, ice blue eyes intense, and that damn challenging look still playing in them. His tongue darted out to wet his pink bottom lip though, and he said, “Yeah.”
“Do you think I should punish you for being bad before?” Adam said, conversationally, as he reached between Ronan’s legs to run a dry finger over his hole.
Ronan nodded, and he spread his legs wider on the couch. Adam ducked down between them, and he lubed up his finger so he could work it inside Ronan.
“Maybe I’ll edge you all night. Maybe I’ll fuck you and not let you get off,” Adam said, and he licked up the length of Ronan’s cock.
“Please don’t,” Ronan groaned, as Adam took the head of his cock into his mouth.
Adam didn’t edge him all night, in the end. He fucked Ronan on the couch, hard and rough, until Adam came, and then he took him to bed. Ronan didn’t swear again, not even when Adam brought him to the edge for the fifth time and pulled back.
“Please Adam. Please, I won’t be bad again, I won’t. Just let me come. Please,” he begged, over and over, until Adam rolled him onto his front and spread his cheeks apart. Ronan finally came with Adam’s mouth on his hole and Adam’s name on his lips.
Afterwards, Adam sat with Ronan’s head on his lap and his fingers playing over the collar. “Should put this on you more often.”