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Courfeyrac, once he realized that Marius was a sheltered child and not just plain vanilla, immediately set about introducing kinks to him.
Marius, for his part, was a good sport. He watched the porn, watched the how-to videos, read the fics, read the articles. Some things grossed him out. Some things frightened him.
And some things were very, very attractive to him.
But of all the things that Courfeyrac had expected Marius to admit to liking, puppy play wasn’t one. It was half obscure and impossible to find lots of decent fics about, although videos were pretty easy to locate, and really the kind of puppy play that Marius had oh so shyly admitted to liking was one that was twice as hard to find as regular puppy play stuff.
“So, one last time,” Courfeyrac said, “for winter break, you want to be a puppy. You want to be a good boy, but you want to prove it. You want me to train you. And then you want me to crate you up during the day.”
“I, that is, well, uh,” Marius said. he squirmed in his seat, took off his glasses and started cleaning them.
Courfeyrac took pity on him. “Marius, relax. I’m not saying no. I’m clarifying. Is this what you want?”
he waited calmly, trying to keep his face flat but open. there was no need to show Marius that he had no idea what to do about this. he was used to plain old rope bondage, not this kind of super specific kink.
“Ah, uh, yes.”
Courfeyrac nodded. He kept his calm and relaxed expression while he internally panicked. He was totally up for this, but had no idea what he was doing. He’d have to ask Combeferre.
“Okay,” Courfeyrac said. “Okay, we can do that. You buy the gear and toys you want to use, and I’ll plan something up, okay?”
“Okay,” Marius said softly.
Courfeyrac threw his hands open wide. “Come here, let me hug you.”
Marius slipped into his arms and buried his face into Courfeyrac’s hair. Courfeyrac could hear Marius’ heart ratta tatting like a jackhammer, and tried to calm his own heart rate. Combeferre would know how to do this, and that’s exactly where he was going to go after he calmed Marius back down.
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Combeferre nodded as Courfeyrac explained it to him.
“That’s a pretty basic long term scenario he’s asking for,” Combeferre said. “Did you make sure to tell him to get a crate large enough for him to sleep in comfortably?”
“Yeah, he showed me the list and it’s big enough for two wolfhounds to sleep in. I’m more stuck on the training thing,” Courfeyrac admitted.
Combeferre smiled. He turned and plucked a small, hardbound book from the shelf behind him: 100 Tricks to Teach your Puppy and Other Things Your Puppy Needs to Learn.
“One, why do you have this, and two, this is for real dogs.”
“Enjolras and Grantaire are the reason I own this,” Combeferre said. “And yes, it is for real dogs. However, it’ll work for human dogs, too. You can also add in sex acts if he’s into that. Obviously, I do not recommend introducing a real dog, but you could invest in a knotting dildo or plug.”
“I told him to buy the gear he wants to use. He’s not shy about toys, just about kinks.”
Combeferre nodded. “That’s good. You’re good at body language, so you should be fine. Don’t gag or mute him if you're uncomfortable. Order him to speak if he’s uncomfortable. You’re a good Dom; you’ll be fine, Courfeyrac.”
“If you say so,” Courfeyrac said, skeptical.
"I do say so. And I'm a professional, so you should believe me."
Courfeyrac snorted in reply. But Combeferre was right. He could do this. A whole month was too much, but two weeks? Courfeyrac could do two weeks. Fourteen days of various puppyplay stuff, including one or two test days in case of freak-outs on either end…. And oh, what if...
"See? You're already planning," Combeferre said, making Courfeyrac jump.
"Yeah, yeah, Mr. I-told-you-so," Courfeyrac teased.
At that, Combeferre handed him a small booklet and shooed him out of his apartment so he could prepare for Enjolras and Grantaire. Courfeyrac paused at the door downstairs to pull his gloves, scarf, and hat on, and he saw the title of the booklet: Everything You Need to Know About Puppyplay.
Courfeyrac tucked the booklet into the tricks book and shook his head. Of course Combeferre had a booklet on petplay. Combeferre had a booklet on everything. Courfeyrac shoved the book and the booklet into his coat, zipped himself up, and braved the freezing cold.
He had a puppy to plan for.
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Courfeyrac entered his and Marius' shared apartment with a half-cocked plan that he hoped wouldn't end badly and a box he'd picked up from the porch under one arm.
Marius was on the couch, watching some movie in a language that Courfeyrac did not understand, and looked up when the door opened.
"Hello, Courf," he greeted.
"What are you doing on the couch?" Courfeyrac demanded, keeping his tone relatively light. "You know puppies aren't allowed on the furniture unless they're called up."
Marius' eyes widened. Courfeyrac could see nearly more white than brown. Marius was frozen, and Courfeyrac kept his face as calm as he could, hoping that Marius was okay with this.
After an agonizing moment, Marius slipped off of the couch and onto the floor with a whine.
"Good boy," Courfeyrac said.
Marius whined again, louder, and seemed to melt against the floor some. Christ, Courfeyrac hadn't realized just how into this Marius was.
"Two things, puppy," Courfeyrac said. "One: this box arrived. I’m ninety percent sure that it's your hood-muzzle thing. Two, I noticed your list didn't have a collar and bark if I'm overstepping but..."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black nylon dog collar. He didn’t want to get Marius a leather one because that seemed too... committed. They were just testing this out, and Marius or Courfeyrac himself could decide that this just wasn’t for them.
Marius tumbled over to Courfeyrac- he wasn't very coordinated on his feet, of course he was even more uncoordinated on all fours- and knelt up to paw at it. No, not knelt up. he jumped up like an overexcited puppy, which really is what he was.
"Down, boy," Courfeyrac said, laughing and pushing him down, "you can have it. It’s just a training collar, okay? If we both agree that we like this and it could be our long-term thing, then I'll get you a fancy leather collar, okay?"
Marius nodded frantically.
Courfeyrac loved seeing his shy Marius turn into an eager and unabashed puppy. He was always so anxious and stiff and confused, and now he wasn't. He knew what he was: a puppy.
"First, though," Courfeyrac said, then rattled the box. "Let's see if this is your muzzle."
He gently kneed Marius out of his way and walked to the kitchen. There was a pocket knife in one of the drawers and he had to hunt it down. Marius whined and pawed at his feet the entire time, but Courfeyrac pretended to ignore him while he looked for the pocketknife.
He found it, sliced open the box, and pulled it out slowly.
It was indeed the muzzle, like he'd thought. It was actually super cute, too, and not like he’d been expecting. He’d been expecting a brightly colored neoprene hood, but this was just a black faux-leather muzzle with two straps to the side and one that ran along the top of the head. The mouth was open, and there was a breathable ball gag included but currently unattached. He couldn’t wait to see this on Marius.
And he didn't have to wait, because Marius was right there, begging for it to be put on him. He was being very cute: he was sitting on his legs, and his hands were up by his chin. He even reached out with one of his little hand-paws and batted at the muzzle.
"You want this, puppy?" Courfeyrac asked, pitching his voice like he was talking to a real dog. "Huh? you want this?"
Marius whined in agreement.
"Tell me," Courfeyrac said, still baby-talking. "C'mon, tell me!"
Marius whined louder.
"C'mon, you gotta tell me what you want!"
At that, Marius let out an unsure woof.
"Good boy!" Courfeyrac praised, scritching Marius' head gently "Good boy! Okay, hold still so I can put it on you, okay..."
Marius held still, and Courfeyrac clipped the muzzle onto his head. It fit snugly, but not too tight. It was perfect.
Next came the collar, and that was a little bit of a struggle- there wasn't a hole where be needed one, so he had to wiggle the buckle tine through the nylon. It took him a moment, but then it was secure. Courfeyrac made a mental note to punch a grommet through so he wouldn't have to fight it again.
"How's that feeling?" he asked Marius. "Use words, please."
"Good," Marius replied, his voice thick, "very good."
Courfeyrac smiled gently. This was looking like it was going to be amazing.