Whatever self-consciousness or qualms were growing in him are entirely abated when she smiles so adoringly and kneels down beside him. His arms immediately go around her, some part of him needing her as an anchor against how new this is. He isn't expecting the praise, and is expecting even less the way it send relief and pride and want bursting through him. A kiss is hardly enough, but he's distracted by the feeling at his neck.
His fingers go to brush the fine velvet, eyes wide and lips parted. Some part of him balks, ill at ease at the idea of being collared, but a larger part feels unbelievably cherished, and a third part feels safer having an indication of when they're like this and when they aren't. As elated as he is, there's something...overwhelming that his mind wants to chew on, but the thoughts disappear as she kisses him again, groaning helplessly as she touches his cock.
"I love you," he murmurs at her question. "I would do anything you asked." But that's not what she asked him, and he shakes his head slightly as if to clear it, fingers going to the choker again.
"Yes," he says after a moment, thinking of the jewels she'd used in the ruins. "I like having a symbol that this is what we're doing." There's something else, too, something he's not sure how to voice yet. His mind is too distracted, ears straining for sounds outside, and the rest of him wildly aware of her hand on his cock and how badly he wants to hear her praise him again.
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Date: 2023-08-09 08:13 pm (UTC)His fingers go to brush the fine velvet, eyes wide and lips parted. Some part of him balks, ill at ease at the idea of being collared, but a larger part feels unbelievably cherished, and a third part feels safer having an indication of when they're like this and when they aren't. As elated as he is, there's something...overwhelming that his mind wants to chew on, but the thoughts disappear as she kisses him again, groaning helplessly as she touches his cock.
"I love you," he murmurs at her question. "I would do anything you asked." But that's not what she asked him, and he shakes his head slightly as if to clear it, fingers going to the choker again.
"Yes," he says after a moment, thinking of the jewels she'd used in the ruins. "I like having a symbol that this is what we're doing." There's something else, too, something he's not sure how to voice yet. His mind is too distracted, ears straining for sounds outside, and the rest of him wildly aware of her hand on his cock and how badly he wants to hear her praise him again.