All That Jazz Muses

“Oh so my special treatment only lasts a few days, then I go back to being one for the collections? Great” Yeah, Stiles realised Grant couldn’t win no matter what he said with the boy right now but he was difficult by default. Besides Grant had traded two different submissives just to get his hands on Stiles and he was going to find out why. “So what exactly do you do with your harem you so claim not to love having” He replied, trying to keep his eyes to the older man’s face but failing miserably as they kept drifting lower. 

“If you’re expecting a title a Yes Sir in response you’re gonna be waiting a while” He shot back, naturally fighting him on every turn of this little power struggle as he slowly walked closer and felt his heart beating a little faster as he almost felt the warmth radiating off that chiselled physique as he moved to the bed and into Grant’s reach. Yeah, no going back now - especially with his eyes trying so hard to keep to themselves and not getting anymore lost in this display of masculine strength and perfection.

Grant lowered his head. “You need to meet the other submissives. Most of them are like you and require a great deal of attention and I don’t like to have more than one in bed with me unless that’s what they want.” A pause. “I assume you’ll also try to escape at some point. All of the rest have. And no one says ‘yes, sir’ to me. I don’t expect that.”

When Stiles was seated, Grant glanced to him. “I want you to be comfortable. I know this is new and I know it seems awful that I traded two submissives for you. I’m going to try to buy them back when I can, which also sounds terrible, I know, but the point is that I do care a lot for my submissives, even if they’re not always open to the idea.”

“Says the guy apparently keeping me from them, what exactly are you so worried will happen if I do or is this some kind of jealousy thing?” He replied, just about able to get the smart comment out before his attention was back on those huge pecs that he couldn’t imagine not bursting out of just about any shirt the Dominant put on. Licking his lips slowly, eyes looking just a little more dazed and glazed over as his tongue poked out just passed his lips in a way that was downright teasing even if not on purpose with those cheeks of his flushing that little bit more. Trying to focus on the situation and not on what it would feel for the swell of the pecs on his tongue, to touch those chiseled abs or squeeze those big arms. Yeah, there was a reason this man had gotten him caught. 

“No” He said way too quickly at the mention of the shirt, swallowing thickly and feeling embarrassment in his cheeks and stomach at how quick and needy that sounded. “No, just…stay like that or whatever. Fine, I’ll get into bed with you….while you’re, you know, without clothes” He murmured, almost hypnotised all over again by this Dominant in a way he had never experienced before.

Grant sighed. “I want your first few nights to be as free of drama as possible before I put you in there with the other submissives, some of which who I didn’t have first and they’ll tell you the stories of other harems. I’m sure you’ve heard about the Dominants who abuse their submissives for initiation or something drastic like tie they down so the whole harem can circle jerk on them... I don’t do that, here.”

“So you’re trying to say you don’t enjoy having a bunch of pretty young things at your beck and call? Seriously dude, if you’re trying to act like Dominants have it as bad as Submissives I’m gonna laugh in your face until I lose the ability to breathe” Stiles said, swallowing a little as he watched Grant stand up and was reminded of just how tall he was with broad shoulders and a rather large chest that had been a focus of Stiles’s almost hypnotic staring when he’d been in the club and as his eyes got lower and lower he realised that the Dominant wasn’t wearing anything at all and suddenly any smart remark or clever retort sort of vanished from Stiles’s mind. That Greek God physique that had his breath hitching and eyes looking a little bit more dazed as he took in the sheer size of the man with a flushed face and lips just parted ever so slightly. 

“…What?” Stiles finally asked with a slightly breathy tone, blinking a little and clearly having completely stopped paying attention to whatever Grant had been saying shortly after the man had decided to stand at his full height. 

Grant let out a soft chuckle. “If only you knew the boys in the other room...” he replied to Stiles as he got out of bed finally. He was bare naked but that didn’t bother Grant. He’d had to dance and strip down for so many men, he’d lost count. Though there was something about Stiles’ eyes, perhaps the color, that made him feel better about nudity instead of numb.

“Oh wow, you traded me. Is this the part where I feel so much better about that? I was traded, awesome. Also if you think that’s what you count as a choice then you’re dumber than you look” He snipped, clearly getting brattier and more mouthy. Stiles had known from day one he wasn’t like most Submissives, opinionated and outspoken and had a talent for breaking just about any rule he came across. Generally he found Dominants either hated him for it or found some weird, perverted thrill from it which was somehow worse then the first in the eyes of the young man. 

“Oh so you’re also my stalker as well? I’m super loving this now, anything else you wanna share?” He scoffed, arms still folded over his chest and jaw a little tighter and a pink flush filling his pretty face at the remark about the harem room and just what would happen if he went in there. “Sounds like you’re not doing a very good job with them if they’re like that, too much for you to handle is that it?” He raised a brow as his eyes drifted over Grant and tried not to focus on that physique; not that his handsome face was any less of a distraction. “And if I say no, is it over your knee or are you gonna do something else, hm? You sure they didn’t give you an instruction manual for me? Seems like you need one.”

“I was given a similar choice,” Grant retorted gently as he considered getting up from the bed to go to Stiles. “I don’t dance out of enjoyment. I don’t have a harem out of desire. This is my life now, and yours, too.” He shook his head when Stiles called him a stalker. “I was there because I care. I was terrified they would assign you to a rehab camp. You know what happens in those places. I would have done anything to save you if that’s what the ruling had been.” A breath before he continued. “My harem is not like other harems. They are like you and when I say this, I know you know it: you’re not like typical submissives.”

Stiles was annoyed to say the least, but then again being annoyed or irritated with other people was kind of his go-to state. He wasn’t exactly much of a rule follower either, having snuck out plenty of times beyond his curfew to go to places he normally wasn’t allowed to which is pretty much how he’d found himself in his current situation when he’d been caught at the club because he’d been to distracted by a Greek God like physique of a guy dancing in a way that should be completely illegal, nobody should be able to move their hips like that. But now here he was, in a house he’d never been to before having been pretty much traded or sold to this very man who had distracted him enough to get caught and was repeatedly trying to get him to get into bed. 

“Oh wow, clothes? You sure you’re not being too generous with that, are shoes includes in my clothes wearing ability with all that leeway you’re giving me?” He shot back, eyes narrowed with his piercing amber gaze locked right onto Grant and arms folded across his chest. “Sorry, did I not come with an instruction manual when you bought me?”

Grant sighed. “I didn’t buy you,” he replied. “I might have traded for you, but you were given a choice of being in a harem or going to prison. I know. I was at your court date.” The admission came with a sheepish glance.

Grant had sat in the upper gallery of the courtroom when Stiles was sentenced. He wasn’t allowed to sit among the citizens because like Stiles, he was a marked man and unable to be part of proper society. Of course, they were all marked as Dominant or submissive during their time on this earth, but there were rules and when you didn’t follow them, you had consequences. As a Dominant who’d tried to save an abused harem submissive, Grant was forced to perform. It was this or prison for him, too. Eventually, he was allowed submissives to keep, but the ones he took? Usually weren’t necessarily the best at being submissives. He wanted to keep them from being beaten or worse by their keepers. Though, he didn’t parade that. Stiles didn’t need to know how Grant felt about their society.

Keeping a harem was something that a Dominant like Grant had been doing for a long time. At the yearly selection of submissive partners at the club, he’d unfortunately drawn a selection ticket that put him at the middle of the pack. He didn’t think he was going to get the young man known as Stiles. He’d been the first pick and Grant had remembered him from when he was dancing earlier in the week. A sneaky submissive who was out past curfew, getting caught while watching Grant dance. Grant wanted more time with Stiles and eventually, ended up convincing the other Dominant to trade two of Grant’s prime submissives for Stiles. Grant hadn’t really been able to judge Stiles’ reaction and when he’d gotten Stiles home, he’d gotten quite a bit of guff that he wasn’t expecting from the doe-eyed submissive.

“Come to bed, Stiles,” Grant said for what felt like the twentieth time which probably wasn’t far from the actual count. He wanted his new submissive to do things on his terms, but Grant was tired and though he hadn’t said it, he wanted to cuddle. “You can wear clothes if you want to. This is your first night and I’m allowing you a lot of leeway, here.”

“Well, you have me now, Dante…to take care of you. Isn’t that what a husband is supposed to do? Or do you not really see me as your husband?” Leon teased and reached for the back of the shirt his lover had on, pushing it up just to expose Dante’s big round smooth ass. His large dick was nestled perfectly between those buns, and Leon couldn’t help but rub against it, over his tight little hole. He sighed and decided there wasn’t much for them to discuss about this, so he allowed Dante to win and he pulled him in to kiss him sweetly on the lips. “Mmmm, I love you,” he moaned into the lip lock, his tongue snaking its way into Dante’s mouth to further explore and taste him, while his hands continued to grip his rounded ass against his palms. And the tip of Leon’s cock was leaking precome, throbbing and aching to get inside his vampire husband. “Can I suck you and eat your ass?” he asked him as he moved his mouth away from Dante’s lips so he could go for his neck, nipping at it with his own mouth and teeth.

“I’ve never had a problem with it,” Leon said softly, and knowing what he said, he didn’t mean it as offence, “I like kissing you no matter what. And I didn’t say you were a savage or you drank blood like one. Just the ones…who’re more out of control than you.” Leon sighed, knowing it was probably hard for Dante the first time around when he was turned. “The point is…I don’t mind if you want to drink from me again, Dan. I will give you as much as you want if you’d just let me, and let yourself partake. Well, the demigod side of me likes big meals. And I’m only a savage in bed, with you.” Leon was naked now for his vampire husband, and he reached to take his hands, and guide him to the bed, allowing Dante to finish his drink, but the larger male pulled his husband down onto his naked lap, so his hung length nestled perfectly between Dante’s bubble butt cheeks. “Shirt cockin’ it?” Leon said with a chuckle and rubbed his hands on the vampire’s rounded ass, moving in to kiss at his neck, nipping at the flesh. “Forgive me,” he said in Spanish, “I didn’t mean to offend you. And I love you…I don’t mind getting the blood for you.”

There was something about that sharp smirk that suggested nothing but trouble and mischief and somehow was so alluring that Peter actually could almost feel himself being silently pulled to the handsome, taller man. “And…and what does full-tilt flirting look like? How is it different from….this?” He asked, voice strained and swallowing thickly as he tried to find his voice which was wavering and quivering far more than he’d like it to be. Doe eyes widening a little and taking a step back as the Dominant moved closer but instantly stopped when he felt that hand on his shoulder and the warm touch was enough to send shivers down his spine and get his head feeling dizzy with this new sensation.

Brown eyes widening at the seemingly so casual confession about falling for Peter just like that, as if it was a regular occurrence. But he didn’t even have time to process that or respond, feeling that hot breath against his ear as the Dominant leaned in and said those words, seemingly so innocent and dirty at the same time and down right possessive. He’d just met this man and yet the passion he felt or was at least presenting was enough to steal Peter’s breath and feel the heat throughout his body. Being praised for being a good boy and at the same time revealing how much Reno already wanted to make Peter his. A whimper and desperate sound passing his throat; knees looking like they might buckle as he tried to keep it together; almost as if the submissive nature of the boy wanted him to kneel right there. “You…I…I can’t, my Dominant…” He rambled and failed to find the strength to make an excuse and instead asked a question with a whimpering, needy sound in his voice. “What…what do you plan to do to…make me yours? To…to keep me for yourself?”

Reno was spurred on by the sounds that Peter was making. How could he not be? Peter was totally into this. He hadn’t even said the word “no” yet and Reno was getting more and more bold. He smiled when Peter said something about his Dominant but then immediately asked how exactly Reno would make Peter his. And oh, Reno had plenty of ideas, but breathless Peter was making him think he could try something right here and there would be no complaint.

“We’ll do what we want when we can, until I convince you to break this crap claim. He should be with you tonight and every night. You shouldn’t have needed to be dragged out by a friend, especially if clubs aren’t your thing.” Reno stepped forward and his hand found Peter’s neck again. “As for how I’m going to get you to be mine?” He asked as he slowly backed Peter up into the shadow of the building since there were no alleys in New York. He kissed Peter slow and then deep, bringing up his other hand to hold onto Peter’s face as he pulled breathless kisses out of the boy. :God, no one has done this to you before, have they?” he asked and shook his head. He pressed their forehead together with a smitten, hungry smile.

Peter actually let something close to a breahtless laugh out when this handsome stranger suggested he might punch him for that, clearly they’d definitely met before if he thought the boy was capable of something like that. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t punch anyone even if they deserved it. Which you definitely don’t, I…just wasn’t expecting it. Just….a little overwhelming” He confessed, shyly biting his bottom lip and long eyelashes fluttering for a moment as he glanced down at his feet before slowly looking back up at Reno. God, he was talking about picking Peter up in the street Definitely not just a random compliment, he’d walked over here because he…wanted Peter and apparently wasn’t too phased by the collar around his neck. Why was that? Was it just something this guy enjoyed doing or was Peter’s less than perfect claim really that obvious?

“You’re a gymnast?” Peter asked, looking rather curious and a little fascinated and swallowing thickly at the remark about believing he’d seen him before. “I’m not sure, uh, maybe? My friend Harry sometimes drags me to places, like here” He confessed, doe eyes widening a little not only at the offer to basically go on a coffee date with this handsome man and share numbers. Face getting bright red at the comment about Reno getting on top of Peter, the heat on his face obvious even in the cold, night air. God, why did he have to be so obvious when he was affected by someone? “..I, um, well…Reno I’m…not much of a club person” He all but squeaked out, swallowing thickly. “But…you, uh, can I ask why you want my number when you know I’m in a claim? I’m not sure if my…Dominant would be happy knowing I’m exchanging numbers with another one who I just met outside a club” Peter confessed and thankfully didn’t add the fact said Dominant was so attractive and making his heart pound and making him both flustered and confused at the same time. “What do…what do you want to, um, what do you expect to get out of..having my number?” He couldn’t help but ask, breath hitched and those big brown doe eyes looking right up at him.

When Peter said he was overwhelmed, Reno chuckled. “Oh, babe, I’m not even full-tilt with the flirting, bur I can calm down if it’ll ease you back. Though, flustered and wanting is a good look on you,” Reno added with a sharp smirk. “And yeah, I’m a gymnast and aerialist and do some parkour. Totally would do a layout for you right now if I wasn’t worried about you running away while I’m distracted.”

Then, the claimed boy confronted Reno about his eagerness to get to know him, get his number, and take him on a coffee date. Reno laughed lightly and took a few steps closer to Peter before putting a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder. His touch was gentle and slid to the side of Peter’s arm. He could feel how built Peter was, but bit his lip to keep from making a comment.

Peter really wasn’t a club person, too many people and loud music that almost made it impossible to think let alone talk to anyone. There was also the fact he wasn’t twenty one yet but Harry had been insistent he’d wanted to go to this club in Queens that was apparently the dirty little secret everyone was talking about and wanted to explore. So Peter had gone, nervous beyond belief and of course Harry had gotten them in no problem with his Osborne name alone. Part of him wondered if he should ask permission from his Dominant before doing so, part of him knew he should but considering he was away for almost another two weeks and only wanted Peter to call him on this business retreat if it was an emergency he decided against it despite the guilt.

Ironically Peter only ended up inside the club for about an hour before Harry found both a man and woman to keep him company and head to one of the private, back rooms leaving Peter to fend for himself. So instead of sitting there alone and uncomfortable he decided to leave inside. Hands shoved in pocket, cheeks a little pink from the cold as he stepped outside and began to dwell on the best way to get home and how much he was regretting agreeing to go this far out when a warm, unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his thoughts Turning to face the stranger, brown doe eyes blinking and locking onto the stranger and Peter had to admit for a second he felt his breath hitch and cheeks grow a little more pink. The guy in question was…well, incredibly handsome to say the very least.

But it was his words that completely caught Peter off guard and stunned him, breath stolen in that moment and hearing him say something so crazy and bold about how Peter was somehow the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. But the craziest part was, looking right at the handsome stranger, Peter believed he meant it. The way he was looking at Peter, how he somehow seemed to see through the rather uninspired claim of his from one glance at his collar was enough to completely stun the young man. His pink cheeks heating up even further, blushing furiously and clearly just trying to get over the deep sense of being overwhelmed by this man’s words. “….I…” Peter tried to start, as if just trying to figure out how to speak or respond to such intense feelings from someone he’d never even seen before. “You….you really think that?” He asked, almost timidly and face still so red and flustered. Nobody had really ever said things like that before about him and he couldn’t deny it felt…nice, really nice. “Thank you, I mean…I…needed that right now.” He confessed, part of him knowing he should probably be defending his claim that this guy sort of insulted and judged. But instead Peter found himself just standing there, captivated and confused and just trying to take this all in. “I’m, um, I’m….Peter….”

When the guy flustered instead of blowing Reno off, Reno felt a little bolder and actually looked beyond the guys beautiful, boyish face. “Yeah, I mean it,” Reno replied with a grin. “I just thought you might punch me for saying it. And I don’t normally pick up guys on the street, but I thought I would just... try, because you are that amazing looking and actually you’re kind of familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you watching me at the Y.” Reno waved his hands. “Not that it’s bad. I’m used to people watching since I’m an aerialist and gymnast.”

Reno was standing in a line outside a club in Queens, joking with his friends, when he caught sight of a young man who made him do a double-take. “Dios mio,” Reno said to himself in Spanish as he pushed off the wall and left his friends in line. The other men shouted for him to come back but Reno waved them off and pointed to the boy in question, which got him some whoops and hollers and even a whistle.

“Hey,” Reno said, breathless in the cold night air when he reached across the street and stood before the guy. That was when he realized the kid had a collar on and Reno blinked at the standard-looking thing that wasn’t jazzed up at all. Some claim this must be... “I just wanted you to know that you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and that you deserve a way more elaborate collar if you’re going to be claimed.” Reno bit his lip. “Sorry, I actually couldn’t see that you were claimed from in line over there. I can back off if you want me to. I just thought I’d let you know that you’re gorgeous and should be walking with your chin up because you are a light in this crap borough.”

That smile. That smile that Elijah had known so well and missed so deeply, a smile of joy and love and pure pride at Elijah that was enough to make everything else fall away and nothing else mattered. Because when Connor smiled at him like that, he was his good boy. He was proud and so in love with his good boy and that’s all Elijah wanted to be and had missed being for the past three years. He didn’t even notice his security backing off instantly, knowing that to get between a Dominant and Submissive was a social taboo and had mostly left the two alone. But he didn’t notice or care, because his Dominant was lifting him up into his arms like he used to with such ease. His big, strong Dominant with that warm smile as Elijah’s legs wrapped around his waist so quickly like it was still second nature to him.

“Maybe I’m donating myself to you” He murmured as their lips brushed together and their foreheads met as he wrapped those arms around broad shoulders. “You better do a lot more than wrinkle my suit, I need you right now. I’ve needed you for over three years…Daddy” He whispered, the word that was said like a prayer and held so much intimacy and need between them. A title Elijah had not said for over three years and was just for him. “I want you to claim me right now, I don’t want to waste another second” He whimpered and gripped the back of his shirt and pressed his body tightly against him. “I want to leave this place belonging to you, smelling like you. Being yours.”

Connor continued to smile. He chuckled when Elijah literally pounced and wrapped those legs around him. Elijah was weedy where Connor was brawn and it made for a nice fit, even if Elijah’s dress shoes were digging into his back. He laughed as Elijah suggested that he was donating himself. He smiled at his boy, his Submissive, his Elijah.

Then, Elijah called him “Daddy.”

Time seemed to slow down as Connor spoke up, first about his father writing to the Dominant which was enough of a reason to be stunned but then the dead lock gaze and one word that shook everything Elijah was to his core. Never. Just one word but that’s all it took to say a thousand things. To say that Elijah would always be his, that he wasn’t replaceable and that he’d come all this way, he was here in this moment after all these years and all he wanted was his Elijah, his boy. His Submissive. It was only when the hands of his security came around him that reality came back, they were planning to pull him away and get Connor to step away. He was an unknown factor, they were just trying to protect him but right now unless he did something they were the ones taking him away.

“Enough!” came his voice, booming and echoing like thunder and enough for his men to stop on the spot. Sumissive or not, Elijah knew how to command a room when he wanted to and his tone was enough to get each of them to stop and let go for the moment; both confused and surprised. Swallowng thickly, he began to take steps forward again towards Connor and looked up at him with those big doe eyes; looked at his Sir, his Dominant and knew that this time around he couldn’t let go. He had to be the one to take a leap, to give Connor a reason to believe in this, in them again. “You’re not to separate me from this man like that ever again, is that understood?” He said, eyes still on Connor even as he spoke to his men before swallowing thickly and taking the leap. “Unless you think it wise to separate a Dominant from his Submissive.”

Connor was being told to back up, several times and then he saw the taser and so he did retreat a few steps -- just before Elijah’s uncharacteristic shout stopped everything. Was he shocked? Yes. But not because that much sound had come out of Elijah. He knew the man had lungs and could be oh, so commanding, but that Elijah was doing it for him? Connor was stunned.

Watching as Elijah came toward him, Connor prepared himself for anything, or so he thought. For a kiss. For a slap. For a goodbye. But he did not prepare himself for Elijah to say this was his Dominant. Connor was smiling though, slow and getting bigger. Somehow, something in him knew Elijah would do it. Out of all the outcomes that his brain could come up with, his gut had known this would happen. And he swelled with immense pride.

“I remember the days, even if I try not. Being forced to leave was bad enough, but counting how long I wasn’t with you was enough to send me spiraling if I thought about you with…someone else, being happy with another person. I know that’s selfish of me and I tried to give you the chance to find someone else, to be happy but…” He trailed off, swallowing thickly and giving a weak smile. “Well, I always was a bit of a greedy brat. You know that better than anyone” He admitted, dragging his hand away from his face and back down to his chest before letting go but it was clear he wanted to keep touching. The stoic, put together CEO was gone and instead was the flustered, needy and wanting young man that Connor knew all too well. 

His breath hitched at the remark about the collar, his neck feeling so very bare sudden under the gaze of the Dominant and he actually diverted his gaze to the ground, an incredibly submissive act that Elijah hadn’t done for years. He’d had no problem boldy staring off against any Dominant in business but Connor? He was different, he was always different. “Leaving you physically didn’t change anything….not really. There’s only one man whose collar I’d want to wear and as fair as I’m concerned that will never change” He swallowed, daring to look back up at the Dominant with dilated eyes, flushed cheeks and biting down on his lip a little. “Did you…ever…? I know it’s not my business, you don’t have to answer but….”

“With someone else?” Connor echoed hollowly. After all this time, Elijah still thought he would give up and run the second he got a chance. That had always plagued their relationship before. They both thought they weren’t good enough for the other, which had kept their claim from being approved. That, and Elijah’s father, of course. Though, Connor still had the letter, the one he’d received about a year into losing Elijah. It had been signed by Elijah’s father in his failing health and likely written in secret, knowing how the board had always wanted Elijah to be claimed by a “proper” Dominant.

“You don’t know that he wrote me, your father...” Connor said trailing off. The letter had told him to never give up on Elijah and well, Connor was probably the most steadfast person, an equal to Elijah in that pursuit. He’d been pushing to get to the Submissive for so long and now... There were men approaching and Elijah was going to be ripped away from him again.

The sting of the Dominant’s words were a surprising blow, one that was obvious on the younger man’s face despite his usually excellent ability to hide his emotions and seemingly be unfazed by most things. But then again when had Connor been anything but the exception to the rule? The man had been able to get the Submissive to express and want things no other man had ever been able to before. And it looked like that hadn’t changed even after all this time.·“Seeing and remembering are not the same thing” He managed to say, swallowing thickly before pausing a moment to speak again.·“You counted the time?” He asked, daring himself to step closer to the Dominant and feeling the familiar sensation of having to tilt his head just a little to look at the taller man.·

For a moment he hesitated, almost afraid to reach out and touch as if he might be rejected or his hand would phase through and this would all be an illusion and not real. But eventually he dared, swallowing thickly as his trembling hand reached up and his fingers brushed over Connor’s chest and rested for a moment where his heart was. He shouldn’t be doing this, he had about ten meetings today and so much to do and he shouldn’t be…doing this. But it was like all of that washed away, now looking at the only Dominant who he’d ever wanted and the only man he’d ever loved. Hand daring to move up from his chest to cup against that familiar jaw and stubble against his fingers.·“I see you’re still just as against proper grooming” He remarked, though there was perhaps…almost an edge of teasing to his words. After all, his memories of the man’s stubble were almost almost fond ones…and a few that made his skin flush.

“Didn’t you?” Connor felt exceedingly quick for how much his chest ached. His pulse thundered at his ears. “Or did you not set a mental timer from the moment we last saw each other,” he noted, pressing on the word since Elijah had made a point of it.

Seeing Elijah reach for him made Connor’s stomach bottom out and he wanted to pull away, to say that this wasn’t allowed. Immediate contact was not something that Elijah should be awarded after so long a time, but Connor desperately wanted to be touched because he had pushed off so many people. So many Submissives had tried to catch his eye and he’s refused. He’d never given up. Now, he had what he wanted, but he was guarded. How long before the Company Men ripped Elijah away from him again?