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It was a simple thing. A small padlock adorned a thick silver chain. The box in which it was housed even looked heavy duty.
Babe stared down at it with one eyebrow raised, “And this is….?”
The question made it seem as if they didn’t even know anything about the current topics of interest within their own household, and their mate went along with this, as was custom to the agreement.
“It’s a collar.” He explained, chewing his lower lip.
They shot him a stern look, as if to say, ”And that means what? Exactly?”
Asher cleared his throat, seemingly anxiously. “I want you to own me. Physically and sexually. Please, if you’d like to.”
Obviously there had been a long conversation prior to this moment, but Asher was going about it with the awkward air of someone who had never before even mentioned such a topic. They almost laughed at the dramatic act he was putting on.
Babe picked up the collar and, upon noticing the duo set of keys nestled underneath it, scooped those up too.
“Two keys?”
One for me, one for him.
He nodded. “In case of emergency.”
“Makes sense.”
The padlock slid easily from the chain after a key had been inserted and Babe held it out to allow Ash to pass it around his neck. It hung at the perfect height between his collarbones, beautifully framed by his two tattoos there.
His breath hitched as they replaced the lock, tossing the key back in the box for temporary safekeeping. Teasingly, Babe tugged it lightly, and grinned at the surprised whimper that broke from his throat.
When he saw their satisfied expression, Asher flushed, digging his teeth into his lip once again. Both the red cheeks and the bleeding lower lip did nothing to draw attention away from the gradual tenting in his pants.
Babe smirked, “Cute.” They said, dragging him gently again.
He huffed, glancing away, down towards the floor.
Always so adorable. They thought, fondly. Ash was a menace at the best of times, but nothing if not equally as sweet.
“You’re all mine.” They hummed, fingers tightening around the collar, “Right?”
“I’m- Yeah.” Asher mumbled, “All yours. Please?” His cheeks were still pinkened but his eyes were taking on that signature darkness that let them know how their words were rapidly seeping down to his cock.
“Of course, puppy.” The word fell from their lips alongside a sneaking smile. Babe knew how he reacted to that particular nickname.
That drew his attention quickly, eyes flicking back up to meet theirs, mouth opening ever so slightly to allow him to pant quietly. It was like they pressed a button in his brain because when they searched his eyes for any semblance of thought, Babe found none.
Asher whined softly, masking a plea through the sound. When they raised both eyebrows at him, his brow furrowed and he repeated it louder, “Please, I want you to touch me.”
“You don’t have power anymore, sweetheart.” They leant forwards, grazing his mouth with their own. “You belong to me, I get to choose what to do with you.”
His head tilted to the side, eyes glassy but curious, waiting to hear what they’d say next.
“I could just lock you up in a cage and keep you all for myself.” Babe brought up one hand to trace the sides of his face, fingertips scratching into his scalp, “Put you away into a corner of my office until I need you.”
Asher whimpered and they continued, the same hand trailing down over his chest to his stomach, and then lower still.
“Or I could keep you on a leash under my desk. That’s what you want, right, puppy? To be my little work pet? My stress reliever. Obviously I’d work with no pants on, too. What better way to test that resolve of yours.”
His breath came short in a quick gasp as he took in their words. Either that or it was because their hand had finally reached the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. Babe held eye contact with him, frowning softly, as though they had no idea what he was reacting to.
“Such a cute toy, huh?”
Asher nodded, pressing forwards to try and kiss them, pouting silently when Babe tilted their head back.
They clicked their tongue at him before yanking the collar, pulling him in until he was a hair’s breadth away from them, “Words above you right now? You won’t even ask permission?”
“I’m s-sorry-” He whispered, and they pecked him on the mouth.
The apology would have to do, weak as it was. As much as they enjoyed forcing him to speak when he couldn’t, it wasn’t due jumping the gun so quickly.
And, as always with Ash, one kiss was never enough, soon enough he was clamouring for a second.
This one was deeper than the first, and wetter. His tongue met their’s through open mouthed moans, saliva mixing as the taste of neediness flooded their mouth. It was sharp, even sweet.
Asher ground his hips forward, driving his hard cock against their stomach. Even through his jeans they could see the spot of precum soaking into the fabric.
“I want you,” Came the choking whispers in their ear, “Please, I want you. Touch me, use me, anything, please-”
Use you? Shouldn’t put such ideas into my head, sweet boy.
They were imaginative to say the least, creative punishments were never too far out of their mind. Tying him up and leaving him? It bordered vanilla in their opinion.
Despite giving in to his pathetically cute begging, Babe’s fingers never strayed from the collar around his throat; a constant reminder of who he really belonged to.
And who was really in charge.