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Grace came down to his knees easily.
He felt grounded in that position. More stable. The heavy set of the xenonite collar around his neck and the cuffs keeping his hands behind his back were a comforting weight. He was well past any embarrassment he felt, the first few times they did this. Now the position alone put him in the right mindset.
He had to be a good pet and eat.
He had to be good for Rocky.
“Grace eat now, command,” Rocky said. He stood above Grace in one of his tunnels. They’d attached the feeding bottle here, because Grace liked the position. Rocky looking down at him.
“Yes,” he answered, and scooched forward on his knees until his lips met the base of the bottle. It was upside-down, using the same mechanics as a hamster bottle. Couldn’t get more humiliating than that.
Exactly what Grace needed, to forget how bad the coma slurry and taumeba mixture tasted.
He was fairly certain the act of suckling liquid food out of a tube like this was downright disgusting to Rocky, but he watched without complaint. Probably because it kept Grace alive and—at least compared to how he was before they started their meal-time role-play—mentally stable. Watching Grace cry and gag trying to finish his meals couldn’t have been particularly pleasant, either.
“Good pet,” Rocky encouraged him. “Keep eating. Keep nice and full, be strong and healthy. Make Rocky happy.”
Grace whimpered around the nozzle. Rocky’s voice rumbled through him, slipping him further under the fuzzy haze of submission.
Yes, he wanted to be good. He wanted to make Rocky happy. That’s all he wanted. All he was meant for.
He sucked down the last drops, then popped off the bottle with gasp. He took a few desperate gulps of air, then closed his mouth and licked the gunk out from behind his teeth, swallowing that, too.
“Did you drink it all?” Rocky asked.
“Yes! All!” Grace nodded.
“Open your mouth, let me see.”
Grace scooted closer to Rocky, away from the bottle and towards the small pane of flexible xenonite Rocky installed here.
“Every last drop. Such a good pet. So good for me.”
“Yes, for you. All for you.” Grace nodded. His entire body buzzed with need. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough praise yet, and Rocky knew it.
“Come here. Let me touch you.”
Grace whined and shuffled forward, bending his head to present his scalp to the flexible pane of xenonite. Rocky reached out a hand, pressing the tiny little panes around the shape of his three claws, and began to pet softly through Grace’s hair.
“Good good good pet. Done so well for me. Eating all his food for me. Making Rocky very happy.”
Grace whimpered pathetically. A shiver ran through his spine. He felt so small, so needy.
He would be so helpless, without his Rocky.
“Rocky please,” he said.
“No mumble. Pick up head,” Rocky commanded, and Grace lifted his gaze. Rocky’s hand landed right under his chin, holding him in place. “Please what, question?”
“Um.” Grace lost his words for a moment. He got so stupid, being dominated like this. It was the best feeling in the world.
But something else clawed at his chest. A desperate need. A horrible wanting.
“I can’t—it’s—it’s not enough,” choked out. “I need you to touch me. Please.”
“Am touching you,” Rocky said.
“Not just here—everywhere. I need you to hold me.”
Tears were streaming down Grace’s cheeks, now. He felt so lost. He was begging for something he couldn’t have. He was being a bad pet, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, sorry, sorry.”
“Shhh, no.” Rocky clamped his hand over Grace’s mouth. “No speaking. Too stupid for speaking right now.”
Grace moaned and nodded. He was too stupid, he really was.
“Grace do what Rocky tell him to do. Be good pet and follow command. Yes, question? Nod head.”
Grace nodded.
“Good. Grace give hand.” Rocky clicked the button on his side that broke the cuffs apart, then pulled his hand off Grace’s mouth, letting him back away and put his hand up instead.
Rocky held onto him through the thin, flexible layer. Two fingers keeping him in place, one rubbing softly back and forth against his palm.
“Use other hand to touch self. Start on neck.”
Grace gulped, but nodded. He brought his hand up to his neck, cupping it like he might start to choke himself.
“Gentle,” Rocky reminded him. “Pet belongs to me. Do not harm my pet.”
Grace whimpered, nodding again. He turned his hand and stroked down one side of his neck, then the other. He’d closed his eyes at some point, though a little light still crept in under his damp lashes. He didn’t need to see Rocky to know he was pressed up close to the barrier, though. He could hear how near he was in the low, commanding rumble of his voice.
“Touch behind ears, where sensitive,” Rocky said, and Grace did.
“Touch chest. Feel heartbeat.”
“Hold cheek in hand.”
“Stroke finger on lip.”
“Kiss fingers, softly, like pet would kiss Rocky.”
Grace felt like mush. He didn’t care that he was making out with his own hand. Rocky told him to, so really it was Rocky he was kissing. Or Rocky kissing him. It didn’t really matter, the effect was the same. He sniffled and moaned, fingers getting slicker and slicker with his own spit. The panic had left him, and its place was a deep feeling of devotion.
He would do anything to be good for Rocky.
“Good pet. Being so good for me,” Rocky said. “Rocky always know how to care for pet. Pet should not think for himself. Let Rocky do all thinking.”
“Mm-hm.” Grace nodded along.
“Enough. Give Rocky this hand. Give Rocky all kisses from hand.”
He released the hand he was holding, and Grace gave him his spit-covered one. Rocky tugged it closer though the xenonite, then pressed his carapace up to it, making a soft noise of satisfaction.
“All Grace kisses belong to Rocky, because Grace pet belong to Rocky.”
Grace nodded again.
“Pet can speak now. Very good follow command—but Rocky want to hear Grace agree.”
“Yes. Grace pet belongs to Rocky,” Grace repeated without thought.
“Good. Good good good.” Rocky’s voice buzzed through Grace’s hand, delivering a calming numbness to the rest of his body. “Grace pet happy, question? Rocky take care of pet well, question?”
“Yes. You take care of me so well. Better than I deserve.”
“No. Rocky decides what pet deserves. Not pet.”
“Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Rocky forgives pet. Pet is very stupid, but Rocky loves stupid pet.”
Grace’s lips wobbled, more tears falling down his cheeks. Rocky released his hand.
“Ah, pet is happy leaking, question?”
“Yes.”
“Pet can leak if happy. Shows Rocky how happy pet is to be taken care of.”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank you. Thank you, Rocky.”
Grace sniffled and wiped at his eyes. He curled himself up closer to the tunnel, leaning his head against the flexible xenonite panel again.
“Yes, yes. Good pet. Sit with Rocky. Rocky give love to pet.”
“Mm.” Grace nodded and closed his eyes.
Rocky was petting his hair again, and the feeling was heaven. He sunk into own mind, content to be thoughtless for the time being. He felt completely wrapped in warmth, in Rocky’s love and care.
This was about much more than getting him to eat his food, wasn’t it?