#leashing

Yuuji wasn’t naive. As an omega, he would eventually be selected to be wed and bred by an alpha. He didn’t expect it to be a king though.

Lord Ryomen Sukuna was a name everyone knew, no matter how far you travelled throughout Japan. There were thousands of rumours and very few of them were positive. It was said that the alpha had a harem of a hundred omegas, none of which were good enough to carry his offspring. When he was tired of them, the unfavourable omegas were sent to the kitchens to be made into a feast, all to satisfy their king one last time.

Yuuji didn’t believe the rumours but he couldn’t help but consider the possible truth behind them the moment Lord Ryoumen’s gaze fell on him for the first time. His eyes shone like rubies, cold and distant. His scent, like kindling fire, earth and cedar, stung Yuuji’s nostrils.

“Name,” the lord demanded, standing above Yuuji with his arms folded and tucked neatly in the sleeves of his ornate kimono. Part of him was in awe of how regal the alpha looked.

“I-Itadori Yuuji,” he supplied, voice quiet and wavering. “Not for much longer.”

In moments, a servant was on him, fastening a collar around Yuuji’s neck. To his horror, the suffocating collar came with a leash, which the servant dutifully handed to their lord.

“No wife of mine will hold a peasant name,” Sukuna said definitively. “You will be Ryoumen Yuuji.”

“W-What?” Yuuji stammered, suddenly dizzy and confused.

“Ensure the handler is paid handsomely,” Sukuna addressed the servant who bowed deeply in response. The king turned his attention back to the newly purchased omega, cold and unreadable. “Stand or I will drag you.”

Yuuji swallowed, feeling the leather press against his Adam’s apple. With the shaky legs of a newborn doe, he stood, only to be tugged forward abruptly. He nearly tripped but recovered to follow Sukuna, barely a metre behind him. He didn’t want to be dragged across the tatami.

Lord Ryoumen led him to what Yuuji could only assume to be the royal chamber. Sukuna firmly held on to his leash, assessing him from head to toe. “Undress.”

Yuuji stiffened, not expecting the order. He wanted to protest, but the fear lingering in his gut made him resist.

With sweaty palms and fumbling fingers, he disrobed, allowing his robes to pool to the floor. A crisp autumn breeze drifted in from the open doors to the private garden. He shivered and gooseflesh formed, but Yuuji couldn’t say if it was from the chill or Sukuna’s predatory gaze.

“You’re quite pleasing to the eye, for a mutt,” the king commented as he grazed his talons across Yuuji collarbone. Surprisingly, the lord left no markings in his wake and continued to softly explore Yuuji’s skin. Pecs, nipples, abs, biceps. Sukuna let out a hum of appreciation.

“You don’t smell like a plague rat either, not like other omegas.” Sukuna leaned in, pressing his nose just above the collar and inhaled while Yuuji did his best to hold his breath.

“Honey, lavender and bergamot, how sweet,” the king teased before licking over his pulse point.

“What are you going to do with me? Add me to your harem?” Yuuji finally snapped, unable to hold his tongue any longer. Regret and fear immediately weighed down his gut, making him flinch with anticipation of Sukuna’s ire.

The lord barked with laughter, leaving Yuuji baffled.

“My false reputation precedes me, I see,” Sukuna mused, trailing his claws gently, though dangerously, down the centre of Yuuji’s torso. “I assure you, there’s no harem. I have bedded many omegas, yes, but none have been so enticing to keep around.”

“Did you eat them?”

Lord Ryoumen let out another incredulous laugh. “Not in the cannibalistic sense, no.”

The pads of Sukuna’s fingers travelled lower and lower until they reached the mound of pink manicured hair. Yuuji gasped softly, uncertain if it was out of fear or arousal. “Yuuji.”

He shuddered at the sound of his given name on the king’s lips. “Yes, Lord Ryoumen?”

“Entertain me and behave. Do those things and I will make you my wife.”

Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as Sukuna’s sharp fingers dipped between his folds. Yuuji was untouched, even by his own hand, and he didn’t know what to expect. When the pad of Sukuna’s finger brushed over the pink nub, Yuuji let out a sharp gasp. It felt good but… he also felt violated.

The alpha’s smell intensified, filling Yuuji’s lungs with the smoky forest-scented pheromones.

As embarrassed and reluctant as he felt in that moment, his instincts responded eagerly. When Sukuna pressed a finger inside, his cunt was already slick and preparing to be bred.

His conscious mind wanted Sukuna to stop, whereas his animal instincts just wanted more.

Sukuna retracted his fingers after only a few moments, catching Yuuji off guard. The alpha’s middle finger was coated in his slick. A flush rose to his cheeks when Sukuna brought the finger to his mouth, tasting him with a pleased hum, as though he were sampling a rich dessert.

“You taste as sweet as you smell,” Sukuna said with a wicked grin, licking his finger clean.

Without warning, the king tugged on his leash, escorting Yuuji to the large, plush futon.

“On your knees,” Sukuna commanded, gesturing to the foot of the bed.

Hesitantly, Yuuji complied. He may have been a virgin but he could guess what was coming next. Crimson eyes watched from above, looking at him expectantly. He took the hint and untied the sash holding Sukuna’s kimono closed, fumbling out of nervousness.

The animal instinct inside him salivated when he saw Sukuna’s cock. His lips parted in awe, shaken by the size and girth, uncertain how he would fit it in any cavity within his body.

His leash was pulled taut, forcing his mouth to be pressed flush against Sukuna’s length.

“Show me what you’re worth.”

A chill ran down Yuuji’s spine, identifying the underlying threat in Lord Ryoumen’s words. Keep him entertained or be disposed of. With a shaky breath and trembling lips, Yuuji shyly licked the tip of the king’s cock.

Another tug on the leash.

“I don’t have all day, brat,” Sukuna hissed, fisting Yuuji’s hair and shoving his face against his length. “Now open your mouth.”

Yuuji obeyed, opening up and allowing the tip to penetrate him. Shame filled his guts as Sukuna forced his way inside, causing him to choke.

With tears rolling down his cheeks, Yuuji forced himself to relax his jaw. Part of him wanted it to feel good for Sukuna, enough to keep him interested. Another part of him simply didn’t want to resist so it wouldn’t be any more painful than it needed to be.

“That’s a good little mutt,” Sukuna purred while pushing Yuuji’s head down further until the tip of his cock collided with the back of his throat. He coughed around the alpha, feeling sick and on the verge of puking, but he held it back out of stubbornness and willpower.

With tears, snot and saliva trailing down Yuuji’s face, he looked up at Sukuna with glassy eyes. Lord Ryoumen watched him, face twisted with sadistic pleasure and amusement, but there was something else there. Yuuji dared to think it was pride, and a dark part of him keened.

Coughs and other guttural noises sprung from Yuuji’s throat when Sukuna thrust into his mouth, pushing further and further until his nose met with the garden of pubic hair. His nose was pressed flush to Sukuna’s skin and his throat was full, making breathing a challenge. Consciousness was getting farther away as he sputtered around Sukuna’s cock. Pulling off wasn’t an option with the alpha’s hand firmly grasping his skull.

As darkness clouded his vision and his eyelids grew heavy from the lack of oxygen, Sukuna finally allowed him to breathe.

“Hm, your mouth takes my cock well enough,” the king commented, cradling Yuuji’s saliva-soaked jaw. Sukuna spoke as though he was assessing a pig for slaughter. “Let’s see how your cunt takes it. Roll over.”

Yuuji fought the urge to sob, worried about his burning throat. He rolled over like the well-behaved dog he needed to be to gain Sukuna’s favour. Being used purely for the lord’s pleasure made him feel humiliated, but his body betrayed him, tingling with excitement. His thighs were moist with slick, his cunt responding to Sukuna’s pheromones.

A firm hand gripped his hip painfully and he felt Sukuna shift closer to him. The breath was knocked out of him when the head of Sukuna’s cock breached his entrance, swallowed by Yuuji’s greedy hole.

Penetration stung, but it was pleasurable just as much as it was painful.

Tears and saliva soaked into the futon where his face was pressed down, forced to take the alpha’s cock as Sukuna pounded him. Yuuji’s entire body felt as though it was on fire with a litany of emotions: shame, arousal, fear, gratitude.

He did and didn’t want it simultaneously.

“What a good, obedient bitch you are,” Sukuna said, as if he were praising Yuuji. Maybe in the king’s mind he was. Maybe keeping Yuuji around to use him was a compliment.

Yuuji wept and clenched around Sukuna’s cock, the sounds of skin slapping together in lust feeling far away.

It was sudden and involuntary when his pussy convulsed with joy, causing his whole body to shudder with the orgasm rippling through him. Squirt slid down his thighs and lubricated Sukuna’s cock, making it easier for the alpha to sink inside Yuuji for his own gratification.

His pace was ruthless until Sukuna’s knot finally caught on the rim of Yuuji’s cunt, forcing him to remain nestled inside.

The alpha’s teeth found Yuuji’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to bleed and mark him—not as Sukuna’s mate but as a thing he owned. When he felt the alpha’s seed fill his pussy to the brim, Yuuji could only think one thing: ‘I am nothing but a possession. I belong to him now.’

—

Being Ryoumen Sukuna’s betrothed meant completing near-impossible tasks in order to spare his own life.

Yuuji suspected that, were he to prove his worth, he may see a more affectionate side of his husband-to-be. Although, the most likely reality was that Sukuna didn’t have a soft side to begin with.

Few liberties were afforded to him in the first weeks of captivity. Days and nights blurred together while he was tethered on a ten-foot chain within the royal chambers like a misbehaving hound. Most of the time, he was alone, aside from the servants tending to his basic needs—enough food and water to sustain him but not enough to satiate him.

When he did leave, it was on a leash at Sukuna’s behest. Lord Ryoumen only spent time with him when he wanted something, that something usually being sex. Yuuji was forced to warm his cock with a hole of his choosing, even in front of servants or during political affairs.

At night, he curled up and slept at the foot of the bed, even after Sukuna used him, conscious or not.

When his first heat came, he expected Sukuna to eagerly breed him. What he didn’t expect was to be sent to a small, windowless room akin to a cell to ride out his heat alone.

Yuuji was uncertain how many days it lasted. His body burned as he nested himself in a few thin, ratty blankets and wept. The world faded away during his timeless delirium, only to be disrupted when the door finally opened again.

When he saw Sukuna’s silhouette backlit in the threshold, he wordlessly reached out for his king, clenching and opening his hands repeatedly like a child.

“You did good, pup,” Sukuna praised him sweetly and, for once, his smile was absent of cruelty. He held Yuuji like something precious and carried him away to be bathed.

Yuuji realized in that moment that he had to suffer to become the perfect mate for his king. He was returned to the royal chamber without a leash because he earned it.

For the first time since arriving, Sukuna removed his collar and soothed the irritated skin beneath.

Yuuji knew that everything he had endured led to the moment Sukuna kissed him for the first time. His stomach coiled with heat and his heart skipped a beat when their lips met.

Melting against his alpha, Yuuji felt as though he found a home in Sukuna’s arms; he belonged there.

Yuuji loved him and Sukuna loved him back. He was certain of it. He had to be.

—

A sob tore through him when Sukuna marked him during their first heat together. He cried even harder when his alpha—his mate—allowed Yuuji to mark him in return.

He wanted to worship Sukuna.

His husband was so kind and gentle, even when Sukuna was bruising or scratching him from the ferocity of their mating.

“I love you,” Yuuji repeated religiously, breathless as he was bred and fucked into oblivion.

Sukuna didn’t need to say it back. Yuuji knew from the way his husband continued to scent and mark him until he was black and blue.

—

All it took to turn Sukuna into the doting mate Yuuji always wanted was a baby. The moment Lord Ryoumen learned his wife was pregnant, Yuuji felt accomplished.

He wasn’t an idiot. Mated or not, Yuuji knew that he was still just a possession for Sukuna to own. But, as his alpha kissed his pregnant belly and catered to his every whim, Yuuji felt happy and secure.

He was the only possession Sukuna would ever love.

—

So what did Loki do ?

He bought a Human leash and put it on M/n. M/n fought against it, he hated it and it was too tight to run away from.

“M/n stop struggling.”, Loki sighed out.

“No ! Take it off of me !”, M/n yelled.

“Not gonna happen, M/n.”

M/n yelled in frustration and tore on it as Loki went with him to the car. Loki huffed in exhaustion at M/n’s attitude.

M/n got tears in his eyes in utter sadness. He felt humiliated and like a dog. Loki promised he will never tie M/n up, but he just did !

Soon Loki was in the car with M/n. As Loki tried to put the belt onto M/n, he did it himself and refused to look at Loki.

“M/n, come on. I know you don’t like it, but it has to be.”, Loki tried to reason with M/n.

He ignored Loki. Loki decided to look into M/n’s thoughts.

‘Just babble these lies ! Not the first ones ! You know NOTHING ! You aren’t leashed like a dog !’

Loki huffed and left M/n’s side and entered the other side, while Happy drove them. M/n just stared out of the window, never looking at Loki, never talking, never moving. It worried Loki.

Loki didn’t see it, but M/n was silently crying. He was nothing but a dog to his Daddy, huh ?! Next he tells him to walk on all his fours ! M/n was crestfallen at that thought. Will Loki do that to him too ?! He promised he won’t make him sad ! But…he already did with leashing him…

“M/n, come on. Talk to me, Babyboy.”, Loki broke the silence.

M/n ignored him and kept silent, letting Loki know that he won’t obey. Letting him know that he is very upset.

Loki sighed.

“Babyboy, I hate it just as much as you, believe me.”

“Last time I believed you, you lied.”, M/n finally said.

“Last time ?”

“You promised you will not, ever, trap me. And you fucking leashed me.”, M/n spat.

Loki looked at M/n and sighed heavily.

“So that is what this silence is about ?”

M/n stayed silent.

“Childish…”, Loki mumbled.

At that M/n snapped his head back at Loki.

“CHILDISH ?! LEASHING ME AND TAKING MY FREEDOM AWAY IS ‘CHILDISH’ TO YOU ?! MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A DOG ?! A DAMN DIRTY DOG !!! THAT IS ‘CHILDISH’ TO YOU ?! YOU AREN’T THE ONE WHO IS LEASHED !!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO FEEL LIKE A DAMN DOG !!! THE NEXT THING YOU WILL DO IS TELL ME TO CRAWL ON MY HANDS AND KNEES ON THE DIRTY FLOOR !!!”, M/n screamed at Loki.

Loki saw the tears in M/n’s eyes and all the sadness they held. The grief his eyes held. It made Loki’s heart ache.

“M/n…”

“DON’T ! I DON’T WANT TO BORE YOU WITH MY ‘CHILDISHNESS’ !! Just leave me alone…”, M/n said weakly.

Loki stayed silent and looked at him with guilt.

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After they arrived at the store, Loki practically had to DRAG M/n out. He didn’t want to go with Loki shopping, which never happened before. He always loved to go shopping with Loki.

Loki knew he royally fucked up, but M/n didn’t really understand why Loki did this. He assumed. But he doesn’t understand.

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Loki went through the aisles with M/n on the leash and M/n saw a very interesting object a bit away from the aisle they were in now. M/n tried to walk over to it, but the leash soon pulled him back, making him remember that he is not allowed to look at things that made him curious anymore.

At that M/n got fresh tears into his eyes, not that Loki saw. He had his back turned to M/n at the moment.

Loki then pulled M/n with himself through the whole Store. Everything that got M/n’s attention was too far away and they never passed by it either, making M/n even sadder.

“Now we got everything. We can leave, M/n. M/n ?”, Loki asked worried as he saw his Babyboy sobbing.

“Hey. What is wrong ?”

M/n looked to the object that got his attention and Loki followed his sight.

“You want to go there and look ?”, Loki asked M/n.

M/n nodded.

“Well then come on, let us go there.”, Loki said and M/n started to smile.

He rushed there and Loki ran after him so M/n won’t be torn back by the leash.

“Did you see even more ?”

M/n nodded.

“But you always pulled me away, so I never could look at them…”, M/n said sadly.

“Then let us look now !”, Loki said and tried to cheer M/n up.

M/n smiled softly and nodded.

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They went everywhere, where M/n still wanted to look around and then they cashed out, leaving the Store. As they sat in the car a thick silence was back.

“Why did you leash me ?”, M/n asked softly.

“Because these Stores are big and every time you want to look at something, you simply leave and I can’t find you anymore. It takes hours to find you again and there are some people that would kidnap you and take you away. I need to know where you are going and I need to keep you close, M/n. A Leash was the only way.”

M/n looked away in shame. He made such a fuss and thought it was bad….even though his Daddy only meant well.

“I am sorry, Daddy…”

“No, I am. I should have told you that BEFORE I leashed you…”

M/n hugged Loki’s arm tightly and smiled. Loki smiled too and he cuddled M/n.

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They finally got home and M/n was exhausted like crazy. They went to 3 more shops and now he was so sleepy.

Loki came inside too and then put the bags down, telling FRIDAY to get someone to get it put away. Then he went with M/n to their shared Bedroom.

“What does my Babyboy want as redemption for my ill doing ?”, Loki asked M/n.

He promised M/n to make up for it.

"Want you in me while I sleep.", M/n yawned out.

“Then we do that.”, Loki said.

He took off the leash on M/n and then his clothes. Then he took off his own clothes and they crawled into bed. Loki lifted M/n’s right leg, lined his cock up and pushed into M/n.

M/n moaned softly and pressed his back more into Loki’s chest, curling up slightly too. Loki kissed M/n’s neck and then they both fell asleep, contently.

The tatami mats that lined the floor of Atsushi’s tiny apartment were soft under your bare knees as you knelt before him. He stood tall, looking down upon you. He was fully dressed in his work clothes while you sat obediently, just the way you knew he liked, completely bare and dribbling onto the floor in anticipation. Your hands were perched on the tops of your thighs, twitching with the desire to touch him and the effort of holding back.

“You look so pretty like that, flower,” he hummed, a lilt in his voice that betrayed how utterly turned on he was. You’d learned his tells by now, the ways he tried to hide how badly he wanted to let go in order to stay in the scene. But if this was what worked for him, then you were more than willing to get onboard with whatever arrangement pleased him.

You looked up when you heard the light jingling of metal. With his eyes on you, Atsushi unbuckled his belt and with a swish, pulled it completely out of his belt loops. He folded the abnormally long strip of leather in half and snapped it together between his hands. With a lick of his lips, he reached down to graze your chin with his pointer finger.

“Sit up for me,” he asked calmly, and following his lead, you rose up off your shins and sat up high on your knees, your face just about level with the zipper on his black pants.

You took a shaky breath as he stooped down to meet your gaze, just long enough to leave a lingering kiss on your lips before standing again. “You remember the safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Atsushi let go of one end of his belt and draped it around your neck, keeping the metal buckle in his hand. “Then let’s get started.”

He fed the end of the belt back through the buckle, passing by all of the notches until the loop was snug, but not tight, around your throat. He held the loose end up just high enough that you had to lift your chin a bit to get comfortable. The flat edge of the leather just barely pressed into the gland just under the corner of your jaw where the pressure felt delicious. Atsushi was in control, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking of your needs, too.

Slowly, he coiled the long tail of the belt around and around his hand, like boxer’s tape, until all the slack was finally taut. Using the makeshift leash, he guided you closer to his groin until your nose brushed the tent already growing in his slacks.

“Unzip me,” he instructed, “but no hands.”

Your pussy twitched embarrassingly hard at the implication, but you got to work, unwilling to disobey him. You leaned forward to capture the metallic zipper pull between your front teeth. Just light enough to notice, Atsushi pulled his belt in the opposite direction, restricting your airflow by millimeters that made all the difference. Pulling against the opposition, you worked his zipper down slowly, careful to make the motion smooth and not lose your grip, lest he make you start all over again. He was hard already, and you heard him sigh as the tip of your nose brushed against the imprint of his cock through his thin underwear.

“That’s it, pretty little flower.” His voice was so soft, so low, you had to strain to hear him. The leather chafed around your neck as your back tried to relax, tired from holding you upright at such an angle for so long. But you knew what would happen if you pulled too far. 

He spoke again. “You’re gonna suck my cock now, right?”

You started to nod and then stopped yourself, the edge of the belt biting in under your chin. “Yes, Sir,” you replied instead.

Your hands rose to Atsushi’s thighs, squeezing for just a moment before rubbing into his hips. Just as you tucked your fingertips into his elastic waistband, you felt a harsher pull against your neck dragging you back. The loop pressed again into your neck, making it a little harder to breathe, like you were sucking air through a hollow reed. The lightness in your head made your untouched core tingle and gush, wetting the skin between your thighs for Atsushi to find later.

Atsushi pulled upwards again, slowly but intensely. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he commanded.

Tears sprung to the corners of your eyes. Your voice was small, squeaky and cut off, but you knew what he wanted to hear. “Please, Sir, I want to suck your perfect cock. Please let me. I want to make you feel so good.”

Atsushi smiled and nodded, allowing you to drop down to his groin again. Your mouth immediately attached to his erection through his underwear, wetting it with your tongue in desperation. You needed to touch him any way he’d let you. As the full flow of oxygen returned to your head, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer.

With the leather still twisted around his hand, Atsushi hooked his own fingers in his waistband and began to push all the fabric down. “Good girl,” he cooed. “Just like that.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"I'm sure!" Remus snapped, only somewhat impatient despite his scowl. "I wanna know what it is!"

Virgil unlocked the box and opened it. Inside, was a simple black collar, with green-frilled trim around it, and a purple and green argyle pattern on a leash circling it. "I want everyone to know that you're mine," Virgil said, moving forward with the collar, placing the box on the ground and lifting Remus' head up to get the collar around his neck. "You're mine, and no one else's. You're my pet."

Remus' eyes were wide as he stared at Virgil, unshed tears in his eyes. "You're...you're sure?" Remus asked, voice thick. "I mean, I know I can be a bit of a brat sometimes..."

Virgil hushed him with a chaste kiss. "You're my brat," he said, voice soft as he swiped away Remus' tears with the pad of his thumb. "You've earned this leashing, Remus. Make no mistake of that."

Remus swallowed thickly. "Th...thank you," Remus breathed.

"So," Virgil said. "I think something like this deserves to be celebrated, don't you?"

Remus nodded eagerly.

Virgil smirked. "Someone's rather impatient to get fucked, then?"

"I always wanna be fucked," Remus said. "I want you to make love to me like you do whenever you do something tender like this."

Virgil smiled, going to his nightstand and pulling out the lube. He kept one hand wrapped around Remus' leash. It wasn't that he thought Remus would run, he just wanted Remus to know that at the end of the day, Virgil held the control. Virgil was in charge.

When he turned back to the bed, Remus already had his pants off and was sliding down his jockstrap. "Good boy," Virgil praised. "Ass in the air, facing me, now."

Remus complied, and Virgil got on the bed, pulling down his own pants and briefs as he went. He poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers before sticking them into Remus' hole. While Remus could take Virgil with minimal stretching, Virgil liked the warm-up, preparing Remus for what was to come. Remus was whimpering already, and Virgil laughed. "Oh, does my little pet feel horny tonight?"

"Yes sir," Remus squeaked out.

"Well, good. He always gets the best fuckings when we're both in the mood," Virgil said. He removed his fingers after a moment and Remus' ass briefly followed in that direction. Virgil laughed. "Patience, pet. The best is yet to come."

Virgil put some lube on his own cock and slowly began to slide into Remus' ass. Virgil roughly gripped Remus' hips, growling, "Mine," into Remus' ear as he bent over.

Remus whimpered and whined as Virgil found his rhythm, starting slow but picking up the pace as the familiarity of this position continued. Virgil kept one hand on Remus' leash even as his fingernails dug into Remus' sides. The grip on the leash would no doubt leave an indentation on Remus' skin under his shirt, but Virgil didn't care. When everyone should know Remus was Virgil's, he truly meant everyone. All the sides, Thomas, any of Thomas' friends who might see them. All of them needed to know that Remus was good, Remus followed Virgil to the ends of the Earth, and their trust could not be shaken. That was what the collar and leash represented.

"Mine," Virgil growled again at a hard thrust. "You're mine, pet. And you know how you did that?"

"How?" Remus asked, panting, breathing labored as he choked out the word.

"By being the best boyfriend a guy like me could ask for," Virgil said. "You don't care about anything that might come between us, because we work through it. You respect my boundaries as I've always respected yours. You make sure that both of us are happy in this arrangement. Believe me, Remus, when I say there is no one else I would rather have at my side. That is why you're mine, understand? You will always be mine, forever. Because you earned it. And I won't take that away from you, for anything."

Remus was crying, and Virgil wrapped a hand around Remus' cock, as Virgil continued to thrust into him. "You want to make me even happier?" Virgil asked breathily into Remus' ear.

Remus nodded, head bobbing up and down at perilous speeds.

"Come for me," Virgil breathed. "And show me that I'm the only one who could get you off like this."

Remus came with a shout, and Virgil coaxed him through it with soft words and gentle praises. Virgil continued thrusting until he, too, had spilled his round and the two of them wound up cuddling on the bed, Virgil idly wrapping and unwrapping the leash around his wrist. "Do you have to take the leash off when you leave?" Remus asked.

"Well I won't just walk you around with a leash wherever we go," Virgil said. "But you can keep the collar on as long as you want. Sound good?"

Remus nodded. "I'll never take it off," he said. "Not even to shower."

Virgil scoffed. "Since when do you shower?"

Remus paused. "You know, good point. I'll never take it off, not even in battle."

"Okay, that's more realistic," Virgil snickered. "And for what it's worth, I'm honored. I don't think anyone else has ever given you anything that you would never take off."

"Nope!" Remus said. "But no one else has been quite as magnificent a boyfriend as you, either."

Virgil blushed. "Oh, quiet, before I regret having a soft conversation with you."