“you got some beach ball-size lady nuts on you."

Negan stood tall and proud with Lucille in one hand and his lit cigarette held up to his mouth with the other.

Ike had a thick cigar hanging from his lips.

And Max held a cigarette with the looks of a man who half knew what he was doing. A social smoker he was... Which rarely worked because he never went out.

❝Puppy missed me, huh?❞

His tone was mocking as he circled James. The smaller male stood with his hands clasped and body rigid, like he didn't wanna take up space in an otherwise empty room.

❝Need me to take control?❞ His voice dropped an octave. He stopped in front of the shorter male, his gloved hand coming to cup his chin, thumb and fingers squeezing his cheeks. ❝Need me to show you that I'm still in charge?❞

James could only manage a small nod. His heart was beating a million miles a minute, his head fuzzy and weak knees.

❝Words, Pup. Words.❞

❝Y- Yes sir, Negan. Please t- take control again. Puppy needs it.❞ he begged, his brown eyes meeting Negan's. He didn't miss the glint in his eyes as Negan took a step closer, freeing his cheeks.

❝Knees.❞ was all he said, his hands ghosting over his belt. ❝Get on your fucking knees.❞

James dropped immediately. A good puppy always does as they're told.

❝Good boy,❞ Negan undid his belt and tossed it aside. Fingers finding his pants button. He never broke eye contact as he pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock sprung out.

Max's hips slammed in and out, his cock warmed by the heat from James' acing cunt.

❝'M so fucking obsessed~❞ He groaned, eyes shut tight and head swirling. ❝Watch you a- all the time! Th- The bath, from the walls, when you g- get dressed!❞

James' shook violently with every thrust in his aching cunt. Max's words of obsession and devotion were unmatched to any feeling James had ever felt before.

❝Hate seein' other people t- talk- oh fuck~ to you!❞ He confessed through a whine, eyes screwed shut. ❝O- Only man you need is me... just me, only me.❞

It wasn't a total lie. Max was alienated and socially isolated growing up, even more so when his parents passed and August took him in. It became even worse. So when max got ahold of James, he refused to let go.

❝D- Devotion turned obsession... N- Never wanleyogo-❞

His words we're slurring with every thrust. The repetitive motion projecting him into another atmosphere, as if James most intimate areas held the keys to another planet.

❝Tell me you're obsessed with me too!❞ He demanded. Even if it wasn't true. ❝T- Tell me you're obsessed with me as I cum inside you! Pleasepleaseplease-❞

The coil had been building up inside James with every word Max spoke. His hand gripping his sheets moved to cup Max's face weakly.

❝I am!❞ He spoke through a shaky voice. ❝So wholly and utterly obsessed with you Max!❞ He cried out, lifting his head to place a kiss on his neck. ❝Known about the obsession... want you so fucking badly just the s- same!"❞

That's what did it. Max gave one last slam, a loud groan ripping from his throat as he came. Hard and deep.

James convulsed under him as his orgasm hit at the exact same time. His head buried between the space of Max's neck and shoulder as he shook.

❝H- HOLY SHIT!❞

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It had been a few hours since. Max held James close, careful not to hurt him.

❝You okay..?❞

❝Baby, you asked me that like fifteen times.❞

❝I'm just checking... Sometimes I don't know my own strength. Can i be blamed?❞

❝I was satisfied, Baby. No harm done at all. We have to do that again sometime, yeah?❞

It was reassuring on his head and heart.

❝Yea...❞ he spoke up after a brief second, pulling James just a bit closer. ❝We should.❞

❝My little bartender wants some attention?❞ he asked, voice almost mocking. ❝Don't worry… Dady'll fix it.❞

His hand caressed the soft skin of James’ thigh, the soft skin like a balm on his calloused hands labored from years of work.

He didn't miss the wag of James’ tail and the twitch of his black ears that sat atop his head. His free hand coming up to flick the appendage, a small cry of pleasure coming out of James’ mouth.

❝Doesn't take much I see,❞ He spoke, eyes narrowing lustfully. ❝So fuckin’ pretty.❞

James’ hand came up to plant on Ike's suit-covered chest. ❝P- Please… want yo- NEED you!❞ he begged almost pititfully.

Ike heard it loud and clear. In an instant James was slammed onto the wall with Ike pinning him in place with his body.

You get a sneak peek because I love you.

❝Captured me like a damn photographer,❞ Max was never one to be self-centered, but damn did James make him look good. ❝No notes. It looks amazing! Only so much you can see from the walls...❞

A shiver ran down his spine. Nobody had ever really paid him any mind. Either he was called a freak or a weirdo, or nobody even stopped to acknowledge him.

This was new... and amazing.

Puppy needs stress reliefffff...

❝C'mere, Pup,❞ Max gently patted his lap, his voice soft and his eyes even softer. His head tilting slightly as the smaller male pawed at his leg. ❝Permission granted, puppy. Come on.❞

He shyly scrambled up on shaky legs, nestling on masters lap, hands resting on his chest with his legs curled up. Like he belonged.

Because, in a way, he did.

❝'S okay, Pup,❞ Max reassured, own hand cradling the back of James' head while the other rubbed up and down his back. ❝Everything will be okay...❞

James only buried his face in Max's neck. Grounding himself. ❝mmmph...❞

Max let out a small laugh. ❝Still upset about the poptarts?❞

❝...yes...❞

❝We'll get some later tonight and we can eat as many as our stomachs let us handle, that sound good?❞

❝...❞

❝Words, Pup. Words.❞

❝Yes, Master.❞

❝Atta-boy!❞ He praised as he placed a kiss on his head, the scent of peach filling his senses. ❝Now, how about we de-stress?❞

James pulled away. He was about to ask how, but the look in Max's eyes was all he needed to see.

❝By who?!❞ Max yelled, hands slamming the table with the high intensity of an irritated interrogator.

❝'ccordin' to the feathered one, someone with a quote, 'Stupid ass name and ugly ass face.' Checks out.❞ Cal spoke, his southern drawl more pronounced. It was often more noticeable when he was upset. ❝Been in a few run-ins and scuffs before, but this? Stealin' money from my own? Never.❞

❝Not even related,❞ Negan piped up from across the room, hands meticulously replacing Lucille's barbed wire. ❝Fucker's both robbed him.❞

❝Don't know about you all,❞ He tied off the wire and pulled his gloves off. ❝Riding at dawn for that man.❞

❝I would.❞

❝Nobody I would ever do that kinda shit for 'sides him.❞