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Blake rolled his eyes at Ross response, but nodded just the same. “Alright, point taken. I just know it’s…Unorthodox. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or take too much from you.” Clearing his throat, Blake added, “Good boy.” He gave his hands willingly and happily, Feeling the man holding him that way gave him something to help his nerves, and he relaxed a little more. “Good. Thank you, I’m not very good at this. I’m okay with that. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand why I need it, or why my mark changed. It feels weird. Like I’m doing something I shouldn’t. Like I’ll get caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But at the same time, I like it. It makes me feel better. It makes me feel…Things.” Blake shoot his head. “I know you’re going to ask what things. I think you will, if I know you at all. It’s embarrassing. But it makes me feel like I want more. Like I could…Give you an order, or fuck you, even. But that feels…Hard at the same time, too.”

As Blake spoke, Ross nodded to show that he understood. But he was still on his knees, so it was unspoken but clear that he didn’t care even if it was unorthodox. He didn’t care what anyone else thought, he had meant it when he had offered before. When he was praised, he sat up a little straighter, tipping his chin up as if Blake were the sun and those words were its warmth. He wanted the other man to feel confident in what he was doing, so he made sure he had a happy expression too. And he meant it, he was happy and comfortable. “You’re just fine, don’t worry about that, Sir. I know this is new, but that doesn’t mean you’re bad. I’m comfortable, silly. Look at me, if you wonder just look at me. You’ll see.” He let that sink in. “What do you want to do? Do you want to give me an order? Fuck me? I would let you, without hesitation. Happily and comfortably. At your pace, however you wanted. I’m here, it’s me. You know me. Think about that. Think about who it is in front of you. It’s okay, I promise you can relax.”

Blake followed Ross with his eyes, pulling his lip to his teeth. Seeing the man like this left him with mixed feelings, but the act of the kneeling was simultaneously giving him exactly what he needed. “Ross…” It was the first time Blake had ever referred to the Dominant by his first name. His hand shot out to tangle slowly in Ross hair. “Thank you, I needed this. Thank you.” Leaning down, Blake pulled the other into a passionate kiss, one more intense than he’d initiated in the past. “I won’t ask you to stay there long. Just…One more minute.”

Another chuckle. “Not to argue, but no, Sir. Not just one more minute. There’s no rush. I’ll stay here all night, if you want me to. It’s not a burden, don’t think about it that way. Your submission to me isn’t a burden to you, is it?” He reached up, taking Blake by the hands to help steady and anchor him. “It’s okay. I’m okay. And you’re okay too. Talk to me. How do you feel?”

“Could you…Would you- Would you kneel for me, please?”

Ross chuckled, shaking his head softly to himself before sliding into a kneeling position in front of Blake as his first response. “Oh dove-- Sir, I did already offer to submit to you multiple times. I don’t mind at all.”

“Sir…I have a big ask. But I’m nervous about it.”

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“What is it?”

“Do you believe in aliens, Sir? Or ghosts?”

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“Look at you, with the fun questions. What sparked this? I think either is possible. I’d be curious if there was a way to find out for sure. What about you?”

Average, I think? I know I’m known as a player, and I usually openly have multiple partners, but it’s never been a need? It was always a want. I bloody well could, so why not? Ask @blakeevansafter for a more current answer.

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PM: I’m just not feeling very well, Sir, and I just…Want to be held. Don’t worry, it doesn’t have anything to do with withdrawals or anything like that. I think I’m maybe just getting a cold or something. It’s no big deal, I’m just being an infant. 

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PM: You’re fine, sweetheart. I’ll hold you. I just had to ask. We can stay in tomorrow, if you want. Rest. Get some vitamins in you. I’ll take care of you.

PM: Of course, dove. Is something bothering you or do you just want to cuddle?

I don’t really know how to answer this. As English as I truly am, I do like variety in my days. Any day that I can find something to be happy about is a good day.

I have to admit this sounds amazing. You can bet you’ll be seeing me there. I could use a little more of a creative outlet, other than locking myself away for days on end to write. I’m really looking forward to beating it too. That sounds like the perfect stress reliever. Props to Ashton for helping with these ideas. You’re both doing a lot of great work. 

Glad to hear it. I look forward to seeing you down there too. I can’t say that I haven’t also been holing up recently, it’s good to have an excuse to get out sometimes. Though I don’t know that you need the excuse to go outside, you seem pretty good at making them for yourself. I’m guessing the same thing that brought you out is what’s kept you in. Or the same person, better put.

I guess I can get a little dirty for this one. It does sound really fun. I might not stick around too incredibly long for the violent part- I really only like acts of violence when they’re committed against me, but the art bit sounds fantastic. 

You guess, well thanks. That sounds like a brilliant plan, I look forward to seeing you down there. I think I saw something about little pink hearts, I approve. 

It is not really my kind of thing, but I could see how some would consider it cathartic. My Lorelai may be interested in the painting part, I will mention it to her.

It’s hard to find something that is for everyone, but it’s also hard to find anything that doesn’t have at least a little something or everyone. I hope to see you two there. If not, that’s cool too. We’ll see all be around.

Hell-fuckin’-yeah. I knew I could count on you but now I know I can count on you. You know I’m gonna be all over this. 

Yeah, I’ve got your back, as they say. It’s your great idea, all I’m supplying is a car and the conversations with the Headmistress. I’ll see you there, for sure.

Thank you, Sir. That- that means a lot to me. You letting it drop off and you being proud of me, I mean. 

PM: Uh- I mean- I think the one order every day this week sounds really nice. I- I’ll be honest, I get in my head pretty often- I mean, that’s pretty obvious- but anyway, submitting- even simple things, it just…helps a lot with the…anxiety and everything. I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I know you’re a busy guy and you’ve got the whole car thing going for campus, so- I’m sorry, I’m not trying to undermine you or anything like that, I just worry. But I’m happy to accept what you have time for, Sir, and I think I’d really like cleaning the mark free zone and just- the whole one order a day thing. 

You’re a good boy, you deserve the praise. 

The sounds of the guitar roused Blake from his bed, the confusion apparent on his face. The trail he found when he opened his door to locate the source of the sound brought even more confusion, but he followed, wanting to understand what was happening. Immediately he grinned, seeing Ross, but when he put two and two together. Looking around and the candles and the petals, hearing the words of Ross song and seeing him standing there, playing for him, Blake couldn’t help but to tear up. When the Dominant opened the door, the sight before him brought the tears to fall actively from his eyes, and both hands flew to cover his mouth. When Ross was done singing, Blake turned to stare, tears still flowing and his mouth hanging open when his hands dropped. “Sir, what…What is…What is this? You did this? This is…No one has ever- You’re incredible Ross. This is so perfect. I don’t even know what I did to deserve this. You.”

As soon as Blake had finished following him into his suite, Ross closed and locked the door behind them while finishing the song. When the other man started talking and crying, he slid the guitar off and set it aside, moving quickly in front of him to wipe those tears, cup his face, and plant a firm kiss. After a moment, he leaned back just enough to look the other man in the eyes but didn’t let go of him. The bedroom was decorated to look like it wasn’t in Dalton anymore at all, a worldly vibe was there instead. All of the walls were completely covered and most of the regular furniture was in the spare bedroom. What was still there as the living room table with a fresh meal on it and plenty more of the fire-less candle and petals as well as fairy lights and warm charm. Aside from the table with two chairs, there was plenty of open floor space due to the lack of other furniture. “You are incredible, Blake. You’re special. In general, but also to me. You don’t have to worry about doing anything to deserve something like this, and I’m more than happy to provide it. I’d be chuffed if nobody ever did. It’d be a bloody shame it hasn’t happened already if I wasn’t so pleased with being able to do it first. Now that I’ve stolen you for a date-” Another kiss. “-I should probably tell you that I don’t plan on letting you go until I have to for classes.”

PM: Nothing, Sir. I’m just laying here. What about you? Why do you ask?

In response, the sound of a guitar being strummed through a chord could be heard out in the hallway. Then another, followed by another. Then a song started to play, with a familiar voice singing over it. When Blake opened the door, he’d find fire-less candles and rose petals leading from Blake’s door to Ross’ with Ross himself standing beside it, urging Blake with gestures to follow him and the path. When they got to his door, he opened the door at the best possible moment in his song and gestured for Blake to lead them inside, where there was more set up.