Erotic short. Two men play with collaring.
M/M erotic short, 500 words. Non-explicit, centered around non-sexual D/s, collaring, kneeling, affectionate play.
With the collar around his neck, Jonathan looked beautiful.
He looked beautiful even without, of course, but nonetheless, Luca was in the mood to admire. Jon was on his knees on the fur rug Luca had bought for him, to make sure his knees were settled on a plush, forgiving surface rather than the hardness of the wood floor, and he was entirely naked, his hands on his upper thighs, his back straight, his chin lifted with his eyes closed.
Against the long, graceful column of Jonathan’s neck, the leather showed in stark relief against his skin, its deep purple colour contrasting with pale, creamy colour of his skin.
Luca had agonised over the different colours of collars, neither liking the harder blacks or reds nor the pastel pinks and blues, but the purple was a nice compromise, he thought, especially looking at it and knowing that on the other side of that tight band of ownership was a soft, plush lining, so that it didn’t irritate Jon’s skin.
He liked the tag hanging from the collar’s loop — it was just a simple heart with Luca’s name on, but Luca liked to look at it, liked to see it, liked to know that it was there when Jon wore the collar to work and wore high-collared shirts to hide it.
Luca reached out, sliding a finger through the collar’s loop and tugging: Jonathan gasped, a breathless, eager sound, and Luca smiled at how obedient he was nonetheless, the way he stayed right where he was, barely shifted in his posture or position, retained his pose even though he was being pulled forward.
It restricted his airflow — it wasn’t enough to choke him, because as much as Jonathan loved the idea, Luca was too nervous about hurting him — but only by the slightest amount, and Luca watched Jon’s face, watched the bliss there as his breathing was made to hitch and falter.
His eyes stayed closed, blond eyelashes shining in the light.
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?” asked Luca, keeping his voice smooth and easy. “You’re not going to be demanding, not going to be disobedient — you’re going to sit at my feet as I finish some work off, and then we’re going to watch a movie. You’ll take what I feed you by hand, sitting at my feet. Sound good?”
Jonathan’s lips were smiling, and Luca studied his face for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty, but he didn’t see either: Jon was relaxed, and already looked blissful. He liked nights like these, when the sex was the part they got to later, when most of the focus was just on his collar and sitting still.
“Need an answer from you, sweetheart,” said Luca.
“Yes,” Jonathan said, whispered, almost breathed. “Green.”
Luca pulled him to his feet by the collar’s loop, and when he lifted Jon off the rug, his arms immediately wound around Luca’s neck, his face burying in the upper part of Luca’s chest.
Luca kissed the top of his head and carried him through to his desk.
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