[It's just love. There is, then, a wet shine of moisture in eyes â but tears don't fall. And soon his focus is less on the swell of that emotion, its intensity angled under the spotlight of Cy's words, and more on the act of wearing the collar. It slides cool around his throat, snug but not strangling, not at all uncomfortable. He likes that he can feel it when he swallows. He likes that he is wearing it utterly naked, an ornament upon a body no one has ever touched as thoroughly as Cy has.
Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
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Date: 2024-03-22 06:23 pm (UTC)Eyes fall to the lock, dangling in a flash of silver from the hook, and there is no hesitation in the lift of a hand that snaps it shut.
Then he leans down, crushing a kiss against Cy's mouth that is edged with desperate need he is no longer shy to reveal.]
I'm yours, then.