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Jan 21, 2019 6:51 PM
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“You don’t get to pick what matters.”

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He shrinks, just a little. "Yes, Sky. I'm sorry."

 

 

"It's -- the soft-world people who play at it, you know, they say it's like a ring."

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Now he understands.

 

“Maybe once you’re wearing mine. If you make me happy.”

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"Wearing yours?"

He sounds so hopeful.

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It takes so much, even loving him, not to hurt him when he looks at Sky like that.

“You’re mine. I have to get you a collar.”

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“...I’m going to need a lot of things.”

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It takes him a moment to speak.

"Thank you," he says, when he does, and "--I've already got a card in your name, in case I ever needed to send you to buy things, you can use it for anything you like," and finally, "please, Sky, may I thank you properly...?"

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He tilts his head, considering, and then nods.

Making plans can wait just a little longer.

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"Thank you," he breathes, again, and slides down the bed to apply his mouth elsewhere.

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He moans right away, slides his hand into Jean’s hair just to feel him move.

Monsieur is thanking him for putting him in his collar — for just saying he will — by sucking him off. He doesn’t think there’s a more perfect beginning.

“You made me—do this to strangers, who couldn’t even, see — but your mouth is mine—”

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The hand in his hair makes him shudder. He tries to say something; even with his mouth full it's not hard to tell that it's "yours."

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Oh. Oh good he likes when Jean does that. He makes a particularly appreciative noise for that, specifically, so he knows.

He has so much to say, but this time he’s going to just gasp and moan and let Jean thank him for owning him.

 

(Jean is going to get so very good at this, even better than he is now, because Sky is going to have him on his knees constantly — he’s going to learn exactly what Sky likes, be so grateful to serve him, Sky can make him beg for it, Sky can make him earn it—)

There’s a particular little whimper Sky makes when he’s close.

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It’s the best noise in the world. 

Jean tries to swallow him down, in response, but he’s more familiar with the theory than the practice, chokes instead. 

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Luckily for him, there’s almost nothing Sky wanted more than to feel Jean choking on him.

He helps, both hands tight in his hair, until he’s finished shaking and whimpering and coming.

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Jean does some shaking and whimpering of his own, at Sky’s hands in his hair, Sky choking him (Sky coming for him).

He’d thank him, afterwards, but that would require taking his mouth off him. 

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He strokes Jean’s hair fondly, slowly catches his breath.

 

“I like having your mouth after, too.”

Fingertips trailing over his cheek.

“You’re so pretty when you’re being good.”

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A tear slips down his cheek, following the fingers. 

(So good. It’s so good. How long can something this good possibly last?)

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He pulls his head back.

“Are you not happy?”

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"Happy," he says at once, a little hoarse. "...please keep me, Sky."

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“Will you love me? Will you make me happy? Forever?”

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"I'll love you forever."

How can he possibly promise the other?

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He understands.

“Then I’ll keep you as long as you live.”

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He's crying too hard to speak. All he can do is put his head in Sky's lap.

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He strokes Jean’s hair, murmurs comforting things to him — that he’s so good, that he doesn’t need to worry, that he just has to try very hard and love Sky with all his heart and Sky will keep him and adore him for the rest of his life, he’ll be Sky’s special thing.

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He cries softly, tapering off, murmuring "love you" and "thank you" through the tears at intervals.

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