i will be redefined
dele/eric dier 8.4k ao3
This was the result of the bet, the part that their teammates hadn’t heard. Eric had texted him, one hand on his phone under the table and the other pushing pasta around his plate, and he’d had a smirk on his face the entire time. Dele was never going to turn this down.
Eric takes a hold of both ends of the tie and loops it around Dele’s head, material slipping against the shaved hair until he pulls it taught. He pauses, waiting for something – consent, encouragement – and Dele breathes out a shaky sigh, dipping his chin ever so slightly in a nod. He agreed to this earlier. He agrees to it now.
“Trust me,” Eric says, hooking his thumb over Dele’s bottom teeth and dragging his mouth open. He fits the tie in the younger man’s mouth, sliding it from side to side until he’s satisfied, and knots it at the back of Dele’s head. It’s loose enough that it’s not choking him, but tight enough that he has to bite down on it.
