daltondomhunterâ:
âSure. I donât see why not. If youâre my good boy, Iâm definitely your something. Personally, Iâd rather you just say my Dominant⊠But if you have anything else in mind, I believe itâs up to you to figure it out,â to be honest, Hunter didnât really mind the pet names Sebastian could come up with. He has been letting the other man call him captain for weeks now - itâs been so long that the need to clarify that heâs actually a sergeant has pretty much vanished. For a while now, he has started to notice that Sebastian addressing their relationship - whatever it is - in public makes him smile. Those little displays of affection mean a lot to him - more than he ever thought they would. And thatâs one of the reasons he started to do so, hoping he would always get this reaction from Sebastian. Seeing how happy a my good boy made him. âLook at you,â Hunter leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Sebastianâs forehead. âIâm sure it tastes just as good as it did back then, Sebastian.âÂ
Sebastian was pretty much curled up on his side and for a second Hunter thought his heart would not be able to handle it. He froze for a moment, looking down at the man next to him and then quickly let himself relax, squeezing his hand against his waist to show him that everything was okay. âOh, Sebastian⊠Youâre doing great. I think. I donât want you to think you have to⊠Not be yourself about this. If anything doesnât feel natural, please refrain from doing it. Iâd rather you be slow on showing me how you feel than do something youâre not comfortable with,â he leaned in for another kiss, this one taking a bit longer than the ones he had places on Sebastianâs hair before. âIf you want, youâre more than welcome to join me in all of those activities. But that means weâre going to bed early on Saturday, because even my Sundays start at 5AM. Itâs important to keep my sleeping schedule tight, even on weekends. Sleeping in could mess it up for longer than just a day,â Hunter stopped, chuckling a little as he looked down at Sebastian and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. He sighed, scrunching his nose before looking away. âIt sounds boring, doesnât it? The exercises, the diet, having a set time to do every single thing⊠I bet it doesnât look like much fun to you.âÂ
Sebastian took a breath and watched Hunter closely, feeling like his chest was about to explode with pure happiness. âMy... Dominant? Yeah, totally, of course. I want that. I want you. My Dominant,â He rushed out, smiling up at Hunter for a moment as he lifted his head off his shoulder, eyes locking on his Dominantâs lips. âSay it again. Please?â He tried, really just wanting to double check and ensure he wasnât just imagining it. Heâd come so close to calling Hunter his Dominant more times than he could count, but heâd never wanted to say it before theyâd actually talked about it. Consent was important both ways. The Captain thing had even started as a joke, meant more to make a little fun of the military status, but it had quickly become a term of endearment. One only Hunter possessed. He leaned into the kiss on his forehead and closed his eyes, moving a hand down to gently hold Hunterâs as a small smile spread across his lips. Getting to this point with anyone wasnât something heâd expected to find here, but now that he had, he could feel himself rapidly falling, and he didnât want it to stop. âIf itâs not good, just go ahead and revoke my French card,â He said, laughing softly as he pulled back just slightly to look over Hunterâs features.Â
And there Hunter was, going and being perfect again with that amount of reassurance that there were no real expectations here, and he could move at a speed he was comfortable. After spending basically his entire life upholding standards, it was nice to let go of that. âYouâre doing great too, you know. Iâm comfortable with you, you make me happy. I want to submit to you. I actually... had Lorelai take me off the pill. Itâs good you bring that up though, because one thing I wanted to talk to you about, after figuring out what we are, is the Switch thing. How do you... feel most comfortable going about it? I donât have any expectations, I just want to hear your thoughts on it.â He smiled to himself as he listened to Hunter detailing a typical day, and yeah... he wanted that. He wanted to see what his Dominantâs typical day was like, he wanted to take part in each and every one of those interests, he wanted to be there to take pictures of every adorable moment he could. âI want that, Hunter. Going to bed early on Saturday it is, because you shouldnât have to change the way you want to live your life for me, even just for one day. As your submissive, and even just someone who cares about you, I want to fit myself into your life, because I chose you, schedules and all. It doesnât sound boring, handsome. I tease you about it, but this is how you choose to live, this is what works for you, and itâs not my place or anyone elseâs to pass judgment on that. I think itâs cute, actually. And who knows, maybe Iâll adopt a schedule of my own.â His eyes found Hunterâs lips once more, and he couldnât help the soft smile that spread across his lips.











