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Sebastian took a breath and watched Hunter closely, feeling like his chest was about to explode with pure happiness. “My… Dominant? Yeah, totally, of course. I want that. I want you. My Dominant,” He rushed out, smiling up at Hunter for a moment as he lifted his head off his shoulder, eyes locking on his Dominant’s lips. “Say it again. Please?” He tried, really just wanting to double check and ensure he wasn’t just imagining it. He’d come so close to calling Hunter his Dominant more times than he could count, but he’d never wanted to say it before they’d actually talked about it. Consent was important both ways. The Captain thing had even started as a joke, meant more to make a little fun of the military status, but it had quickly become a term of endearment. One only Hunter possessed. He leaned into the kiss on his forehead and closed his eyes, moving a hand down to gently hold Hunter’s as a small smile spread across his lips. Getting to this point with anyone wasn’t something he’d expected to find here, but now that he had, he could feel himself rapidly falling, and he didn’t want it to stop. “If it’s not good, just go ahead and revoke my French card,” He said, laughing softly as he pulled back just slightly to look over Hunter’s features. 

And there Hunter was, going and being perfect again with that amount of reassurance that there were no real expectations here, and he could move at a speed he was comfortable. After spending basically his entire life upholding standards, it was nice to let go of that. “You’re doing great too, you know. I’m comfortable with you, you make me happy. I want to submit to you. I actually… had Lorelai take me off the pill. It’s good you bring that up though, because one thing I wanted to talk to you about, after figuring out what we are, is the Switch thing. How do you… feel most comfortable going about it? I don’t have any expectations, I just want to hear your thoughts on it.” He smiled to himself as he listened to Hunter detailing a typical day, and yeah… he wanted that. He wanted to see what his Dominant’s typical day was like, he wanted to take part in each and every one of those interests, he wanted to be there to take pictures of every adorable moment he could. “I want that, Hunter. Going to bed early on Saturday it is, because you shouldn’t have to change the way you want to live your life for me, even just for one day. As your submissive, and even just someone who cares about you, I want to fit myself into your life, because I chose you, schedules and all. It doesn’t sound boring, handsome. I tease you about it, but this is how you choose to live, this is what works for you, and it’s not my place or anyone else’s to pass judgment on that. I think it’s cute, actually. And who knows, maybe I’ll adopt a schedule of my own.” His eyes found Hunter’s lips once more, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his lips.

The smile on Hunter’s lips was surreal. He was pretty sure he had never smiled this much in one night. Sebastian’s own excitement had Hunter adjusting his posture, straightening his back a little. “I’m your Dominant, my good boy. You get to call me my too,” speaking slowly, since he noticed Sebastian was looking at his lips. He reached forward, cupping Sebastian’s face with one of his hands, brushing his thumb over his cheek for a moment before letting it drop and rest on Sebastian’s shoulder. When he noticed the hand on his, Hunter couldn’t help but smile again. He had lost count - not that he had been counting, but still. The blanket still around them, both of them still warm and pretty much snuggled up against each other. If someone had told him this is what he would be doing here at Dalton, he would never believe them. Maybe he had feelings for Sebastian, maybe he was slowly admitting to them, and maybe all of that didn’t feel like the huge issue he thought it could ever be. “I’m not the right person to judge you on that. You get to keep your French card today,” he teased, smiling again at him. 

Sebastian: Okay, good. I was worried it seemed like I was soliciting him for something and... just no. /YOUR good boy/. Anyway, I'd like to see you now, yeah. Please. I'll get a bag packed really quickly, and I'll have it ready by the time you get here. Are /you/ okay?

Well I can answer that for you, you take it for the words it is. You dont read into it, you take it for face value as that is all it is. Words. If you want to know more, you ask more of the person saying it. It wasnt said but as a statement. It is our job to protect them but it also our job to show them how to stand up for themselves at times and learn to ask questions. You dont learn if you never ask, Mr. Clarington. Does that clear it up for you?

Again, I’m looking forward to discuss all this in class with you, Jaxon. I don’t believe words are just words. They come loaded with different meanings and interpretations. And they also make people feel different emotions when they hear or read them. Words can trigger emotions just like actions can. It’s not our job to protect them - my job is to protect the people under me at the Air Force. It’s our duty to listen and respect their consent. Switches and submissives shouldn’t need a Dominant to intervene, we are the ones that should know when to stop. It clears up enough. Have a good day, Jaxon. I’ll see you in class some time.

Sebastian: I don't know. I feel weird. Why do people just... say shit like that? Then pretend they weren't doing what they were doing? It's gaslighty.

Hunter: It is, you're right.

Never said he had to, just said he was looking for it thats all. I didnt threaten anything, I never state I would be the one doing it nor did I say it would happen. It was a statement. Ah well then I look forward to when I do. 

Yes. I’m looking forward to discuss, in class, how many interpretations or implications the sentence “seems you’re looking for a red ass” on the day you meet a switch, or submissive, could have. 

Seems you have a loyal boy, good for you. I’m Sir Jaxon, Advance Dominance teacher. Nice to meet you Hunter, will I see you in class?

It seems to me he just doesn’t want to submit to you and had to use another Dominant’s name - or description, for that matter - so you’d stop threatening to spank him. Right. No, you won’t. At least not for now. I’m a new resident and I’m taking Intro to Dominance. 

sebastiensmythe​:

Is that how it seems? Because I haven’t actually consented to anything like that with you, whatsoever. The only person I’m looking for a red ass from is someone who visits the gym on a daily basis, and has a significant amount of military training. His arms are fucking fantastic too. If you’d like to pass the request onto him, I’d appreciate it greatly.

I like you, Mr. Smythe. Who am i passing this onto?

I believe that’s me. Hunter Clarington. Technical Sergeant at the Air Force. Dominant. So? 

Sebastian smiled at the repeat of a phrase he was definitely very quickly learning to love - “Hunter’s good boy.” He’d never expected to actually earn a pet name like that, so each time he heard it, he still felt like he did the first time Hunter had ever referred to him that way. “Your good boy, always,” He breathed out, almost like he needed to repeat it to make it feel more real. “Does… this mean you’re mine? Like… My something?” It was a question he’d been dancing around asking for a few weeks now, one he’d been afraid to ask because A) he could get rejected, and B) it would be making something exclusive, which was something he hadn’t fared well with in the past. He wanted it though, wanted it with Hunter. However, either way, the question would move them into what he’d wanted to talk about earlier, so he forced himself to relax and think about it that way. “I made you what I made you way back when we first met. When I invited you for dinner. Bouef bourguignon.”

The hand on his waist damn near had Sebastian’s heart pounding out of his chest. It was so intimate, gentle. Both things that he was not used to when it came to a hand on his waist or hip. “Yeah? You really think so? I’m trying, for you. To, uh, be better about showing how I feel. But I’m happy I’m better about it, you deserve that much. Deserve to feel cared for,” He murmured softly, hesitating for a moment before carefully moving his arms around Hunter’s waist, moving in even closer until their bodies were firmly pressed together. It felt good, being this close to the Dom. “I think all of that sounds like the perfect day. I can’t wait, Hunter. Do I get to join you in partaking in this schedule of yours on Sunday too then? I’ve always been kind of curious what a day in the life of Hunter Clarington is like,” He said, looking up out of the corner of his eye to take in every last one of those beautiful features. From that perfect hair, to those eyes, to that adorable nose and strong jawline. Hunter was perfect, or at least as close to it as a human could be.

“Sure. I don’t see why not. If you’re my good boy, I’m definitely your something. Personally, I’d rather you just say my Dominant... But if you have anything else in mind, I believe it’s up to you to figure it out,” to be honest, Hunter didn’t really mind the pet names Sebastian could come up with. He has been letting the other man call him captain for weeks now - it’s been so long that the need to clarify that he’s actually a sergeant has pretty much vanished. For a while now, he has started to notice that Sebastian addressing their relationship - whatever it is - in public makes him smile. Those little displays of affection mean a lot to him - more than he ever thought they would. And that’s one of the reasons he started to do so, hoping he would always get this reaction from Sebastian. Seeing how happy a my good boy made him. “Look at you,” Hunter leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Sebastian’s forehead. “I’m sure it tastes just as good as it did back then, Sebastian.” 

I feel like I’m back in high school again and I’m part of the first day about you session. I’m glad I didn’t lose my touch. I am teaching advanced switching, the rest is to be determined. Looking forward to finding my footing around here. 

I believe the issues being dealt with here are a bit far from the ones we encounter in high school, but your feelings are yours. Maybe a networking event, if you’re looking for the adult version of those about you sessions. Ah, yes. I hope you’re able to do so easily. 

Yeah, its like that. No one can judge me when I’m alone and even when I’m caught up in the music as well. Not always no, people tend to misunderstand me and not really get to know me, sir. 

Ah, I understand. Well, I’m glad it does that for you, Jeff. Having something to be passionate about definitely makes setting goals a bit easier. That can be worked on, have you spoken to one of the counselors yet? Maybe they can help you with that issue.

Let’s see if I’m any good with introductions anymore. So, I am Tia I will be working at Dalton as an instructor for some switch classes that are being offering. I’m looking forward to getting to know everybody here. 

Well, you did add most of what we need to know to your introduction post so I believe you’re still good at it. I’m Hunter Clarington, Dominant, resident. Which switch classes will you be responsible for? 

Just where I feel like no one can judge me, which i get doesnt make sense cuz I do get judged but I mean, its just somewhere where the world fades and its just the music and I. Just getting lost and showing myself with out the use of words. I’m trying to be, sir. Good to hear that. 

Well, if you are alone at the dance studio... There isn’t anyone there to judge you. But I think I understand what you’re saying - you’re confident in your skills, it’s harder to feel judge when you are. So you’re saying you’re not good with words? Good, keep it up then. 

Sebastian: I totally do. I'm good. I'm excited for later tonight, seeing you, the cuddling. All that. How are you, Hunter? How's your Saturday? Painfully scheduled, I assume.

Sebastian: I say otherwise. 😉

Hunter: Don't you always?

You both are. You both deserve to smile and laugh and have love. Yes, sir. you know its my second home after all, its where I feel most myself truly. Yes, i think we do. I’ll have to talk to Sir Nick as to when they are though. How have you been otherwise?

Of course. I believe that’s something everyone deserves. Yes, I do. That’s interesting. What makes you feel like yourself at the dance studio? You should. It’s important to know when they are, so you get to prepare yourself and be on top of your skills. I’ve been great - keeping up with my schedule mostly. 

Sebastian: You're cute.