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There came the title and Remy grinned. He hadn’t been totally serious, or at least he would have brushed it off if things hadn’t gone that route, but that was what he was used to when it came to prospective pets. If someone was going to belong to him, he was their Master. All he knew was a very isolated view of the old ways, taught from the comfort of a castle. That title meant something to him. And it came twice in the same reply. That was almost enough to distract Remy and stop him from understanding what was said. As it was, he had to repeat the words in his head to process because he’d heard but he hadn’t heard. “You, Soncho. Only you. I’ve been a little homesick. I wasn’t going to admit it, I’m disowned after all. You cook well, I know I’ll like it. Ven aquí, en mi regazo. We’ll share. Did you try any yet?”
When Remy requested Mason title him as Master, he truly did not mind. Overwhelmingly, the submissive took pride in the request, and in his ability to call the Dominant by such a title. He liked the way it sounded on his lips, and the way it felt rolling off his tongue. Mason saw the grin on Remy’s face, and felt his heart soar nearly out of his chest. “Maybe it’s wrong, but I like that it’s only me. Master...You don’t have to do that. Not ever, but def not with me. I don’t want you to downplay anything you’re feeling ever. You’re allowed to feel that way, you totes have every right to. And I’ll def always be here to listen, if you want to talk about anything. Thank you, that makes me feel...So incredible. Si, por favor. I haven’t tried any yet, I wanted you to have the first bite. We can share though, if that’s what you want. I think it looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.”
