...okay Sean has to take a moment to deal with how incredibly fucking hot that is.

Right. Moment over. He says "good," in a soft, intense voice, and he grabs Chris's head and shoves his dick into Chris's mouth again.

Excellent.

Now he's sucking Sean's dick and he belongs to Sean and Sean can do whatever he wants to him and-- there was something missing for Chris's whole life and he found it and it's this-- being owned, being someone's--

The look on Chris's face right now is really something.

Sean comes in Chris's mouth—

—and a spot on Chris's chest burns, not with conjured heat but with otherworldly energy, and then there's a tattoo there, of a sun wreathed in flames. Right over his heart. Sean doesn't notice right away, on account of he's a little busy at the moment.

And now he is Sean's. 

It is a fact as obvious as the fact that he's breathing. He belongs to Sean, the most important thing in life is to make Sean happy, the purpose of his existence is to serve Sean, he is Sean's pet or his toy or his slave or his victim and Chris doesn't care which as long as it's whatever Sean wants. 

(The yearning-- has gone away. Chris is wrapped up enough in the knowledge that he is Sean's that he fails to notice.)

...he did not put that there.

"What just happened," he says—and his eyes glow gold.

He's gonna need a few seconds to process what his magic just told him.

"I'm yours, master."

"I... guess you are."

His eyes glow gold again.

All the extra magic feelings go away. Nothing is making Chris's mind do anything it wouldn't do by itself.

And now he still belongs to Sean and believes the most important purpose of his existence is to serve Sean and wants to be Sean's pet or his toy or his slave or his victim, except now he also kind of wants to throw up. 

"...please don't put those back." He hesitates and adds, "Sir."

"I didn't put them there in the first place, and I don't want 'em. I want you to feel how you feel about things without magic getting in the way."

"I don't. You're allowed to change me, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want to me, but I would rather you didn't change me like that, but you don't have to pay attention to what I think about things because I belong to you. Uh. Sir."

"I'll pay attention to what you think about things exactly as much as I want to." He pets Chris's hair. "You're cute. I'm keeping you. —the thing that just happened is that my magic decided you belong to me, so now I can do whatever I want with you whenever I want, whether you're in my car or not. It's good. I like it. You're good to have."

"Really?"

Sean's Sean's Sean's Sean's Sean's Sean's-- for real, not for pretend, not a game like BDSM, but he really really belongs to someone--

"Really. C'mere." He drags Chris into his lap. Chris being in his lap feels like the correct state of affairs at the moment.

"I don't want magic to make me want to serve you. I want to choose to serve you because I'm yours. Being forced to is"-- he pauses, tries to find the right word, and fails due to the fact that the last time he took an English class he was twelve-- "not right."

"Yeah, I'm pretty much with you there."

This is because Sean is Very Good. 

"...I guess this hasn't happened before?"

"I've only had this power for like two days, it hasn't really had a chance to."

Pet pet pet. Good lapful of Chris.

"And I think the magic thing only happens if somebody already thinks of themselves as mine, or agrees to be mine, or something? And—given timing I guess I also have to fuck them, for some reason? And nobody but you has had much interest in being mine."

"...Huh. I thought you were maybe a demon."

"Nah, a mysterious stranger offered me magical power over everything that's mine or in my territory and I said 'fuck yes'."

Chris briefly considers whether he should have held out for a serving a mysterious stranger before realizing that he is in fact Sean's and wishing he had a better master is Not Right. 

"What do you need from me?"

"Mm... man this'd be a lot easier if I didn't still live with my parents, I could just say 'come home with me'."

"I have a tent."

"I want to keep you, I want to have you around whenever I want you, and if I try to keep you at home my parents will be pissed. Mm—d'you have a phone?"

"Yeah. My brother pays for it so he knows where I am."

He gets out his own phone. "You should give me your number."