@colby-black-rollins || Seth got a dog
Getting ready for this party had been a treat in and of itself. Mox made it home and dropped into a chair to finally eat something, only for Seth’s hands to knead at his sore shoulders so well he’d melted, for him to gladly slip to his knees, tug at fabric, open his mouth and be still until his lover’s cum painted his tongue, his throat, his palate.
Swallowed, like a good boy.
There was time to shower, and to change, but that’s when Seth’s intentions had become clear.
No shirt. Just the jacket.
Okay. Not so odd. He’s proud of his body, of the hours he’s poured into sculpting it. Besides, this is the sort of party where he knows he’s safe- they’re safe to be themselves. No cameras. No judgment. Some jealousy, sure, but that makes everything sweeter
Pants low on his hips, belt securing them, he’s feeling ready, but not so. Seth, behind him. Seth, gently turning him, murmuring an order to be still, and he is, because even now, even uncollared, he knows when their games are about to begin.
One nipple, pinched, toyed with, pulled. A jingle of chain, and he knows. Oh, he knows. A little noise- a laugh-sigh- gives enthusiastic consent. Looks like he’s getting another decoration before his collar tonight.
So he is still, and he is wanting, and he watches Seth’s hands toy with his nipples with anticipation of the clamps, pulse rabbit-leaping in his chest. He doesn’t need to beg, so he doesn’t. Good dogs get rewarded, and he’ll be sinking into that headspace very shortly…














