@venbyte : sliding up behind jake, he lets there be no warning as he pulls a collar around his neck and quickly slides the leather through it's loop, locking it into place. it's a snug fit but he figures this can be a sort of revenge, all too vividly remembering when jake had done this to him with an added muzzle and leash. walking in front of him, he smirks, fingers slipping beneath leather and tugging him forward. fortunately for jake, this isn't a collar with a loop for a leash to be attached or else he would've done it. "i think you look good like this, don't you?" murmured, he leans in, eyes scanning over jake's features. "a shame i couldn't muzzle you, i think bad dogs deserve to be put in their place. especially with a mouth like yours."
jake all but almost chokes on his drink when leather tugs against his throat, sharp liquid burning at the back of his throat as he tries to clear his throat of the feeling. a hand lifts to the collar wrapped around his neck, realisation dawning on him and features falling flat. seriously? he was just trying to enjoy a drink and the view miguel's place offered over the city below. though... maybe he should've expected it given what he'd done to miguel not too long ago. tugged forward, eyes narrow to glare at him. he's on mighty thin ice. ❝ you can certainly fuckin' try. ❞ he answers, though it's not a challenge one should take him up on. he sets the drink carefully aside, on the nearest flat surface he can reach. ❝ you really wanna go down this road? 'cause the only one gettin' put in their place here is you. ❞
