#loves it

"I got a present for you," You announced as you walked into Colt's house.

The door shut behind you with a thud, and you walked into the kitchen grinning.

Colt looked up from his phone, "Oh?"

He shut his phone off and put it down on the counter. Colt smiled at you as you stood on the other side of the counter, placing the package down gently.

"Come on, open it!" You said, waving a hand at him excitedly.

Colt laughed and took the package in his hands. He undid the wrapping paper you'd put on it and looked down at a blank cardboard box.

He glanced up at you, unsure, but opened the box by ripping the tape off the seam. "I'm both scared and excited…" Colt joked.

You tapped your hands on the table as you waited for him to see what you'd gotten him.

Colt froze as he saw what you'd bought him. "Holy-" He stuttered and then clamped his mouth shut to stop his jaw from falling.

You glanced between him and the box. "Do you like it?" You asked, suddenly self-conscious of what you'd given him.

Colt looked up at you for a long moment and then back down at the box. His face went red. "I do," He mumbled.

You clapped your hands together, "Oh, thank God!" You breathed a sigh of relief. "Remember when I said I should put a leash on you and you just kinda… froze? I've been wondering for a while if you'd actually like that."

You reached a hand over the table and brushed some of his hair out of his face. "Thought orange and cream would bring out your eyes," You told him with a smile.

Colt shook his head and felt his face turn redder. "Stop it," He mumbled shyly.

You went around the table and pulled the leash and collar out of the box. Colt watched the metal of the collar glint in the light.

"That's- you put my name on it?" Colt's eyes widened at the collar. His name was on it in a neat cursive font.

You glanced at him and flipped the tag around. Your name was on the back like an owner's would be.

Colt cleared his throat at the sight and had to look away from you. "Shit, you thought of everything."

You smiled brightly at him, "It's for you. Of course I did."

Colt turned towards you and ducked his head into your chest, hiding his face out of embarrassment.

You brushed your hand through his hair before pulling his head back a bit. "Come on, I need to make sure this fits."

Colt sat upright and lifted his head up as you fastened the collar around his neck. You fiddled with it until it wasn't loose anymore, just snug enough without him being squeezed.

"How's that?" You put your fingers under the collar and tugged, making sure there was room for him to breathe.

"Good," He nodded, and you flipped his name tag so it would be lying on his neck 'Colt' facing you.

"Cute." You nodded down at the collar and then looked at his eyes. "Wanna try the leash?"

You grabbed the leash and held it up. Colt bounced his leg on the floor, a bit more nervous and aware of what you two were doing now. "M'kay."

You lifted Colt's head up with a hand. "We don't have to do it now. It's a present, not a punishment."

You stroked your thumb over his cheek, and Colt sighed. He bounced his leg a bit faster than before, darted his eyes around the room, and then nodded resolutely. "I want to."

You scanned his face, but he seemed more relaxed now with your assurance. "Okay, lift your head up a bit?"

Colt listened, and you clipped the leash to the collar. He looked up at the ceiling, fidgeting with the end of his shirt to soothe himself, and waited for you to speak.

You tugged on the leash gently, and Colt looked back down at you. You held onto the leash with one hand and trailed your thumb against his jaw with the other. "This okay?"

Colt hummed and clenched his hand into the fabric of his shirt. "Could-" He cleared his throat. "Out of the kitchen?"

You nodded and motioned for him to stand. Colt stood from his seat and felt the leash trail down his chest. He watched where the material went down into your hand, feeling his heart beat erratically.

You pushed the chair in for him and started walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Colt walked slowly behind you, feeling the leash tug on his neck and hearing the tag rattle against the hook of the leash.

You went over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against the cushions.

Colt wasn't sure what to do with himself, and you saw the lost look in his eyes.

"Sit," You motioned to the floor in front of you and dropped a pillow down for him.

Colt got down on the floor and knelt between your legs, readjusting on the pillow so his knees wouldn't hurt.

"Just relax," You told him and put a hand in his hair.

Colt sighed and slumped forward, putting his head on your lap and running his hands up and down your thighs. You weren't making him do anything, and Colt appreciated that so much. You just seemed to know his cues and limits.

He closed his eyes and hummed, more relaxed now than he'd been in a while. You trailed your fingernails along his scalp, and Colt dug his head further into your lap.

"There you go," You praised, and Colt shuddered.

Colt squeezed your legs and felt you tug on the leash, just enough that he'd feel the pull on the side of his neck.

Colt looked up at you and saw you had a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What?" He asked, head tilted.

You shuffled your leg between his. "Think I spotted something… Lemme check though?"

Colt was about to ask what you were talking about, but your foot came up and pressed against his crotch.

Colt gasped and grabbed hold of your thighs. "Oh!" He ducked his head down and pressed it against your knee.

"Thought so," You teased.

Colt pushed against your foot with a huff. You pressed further down against him, and Colt whined.

You tugged on the collar and forced Colt to lift his head up to look at you. "Use my leg," You took your foot off his jeans, and he tried moving with your foot. "Get rid of the pants, it'll be easier."

Colt hummed and unclenched his hands on your thighs before dipping them both down to undo his zipper. He put his head back down on your lap so the only thing you could see were the tips of his ears burning.

Colt undid his jeans, slipped them down to where his knees were resting on the pillow, and dropped one hand down to hold onto your calf. Colt shuffled forward on his knees and pressed against your leg.

He groaned into your lap, and you tugged on the leash again. Colt turned his head up to you while beginning to roll his hips against your leg.

You brushed his hair out of his face and scratched along the side of his head, behind his ear, like you would a dog. "Good boy," You pulled on the leash again so he'd have to lean up against your leg. His face was in front of yours now, and you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

Colt hummed and dipped his head into your shoulder, one hand on the back of your calf, still, and the other on your hip to anchor himself.

He took a moment to get used to the feeling, used to being on a leash and collar and liking it, before he started rolling his hips into your leg at a slow pace.

Colt let out a breathy moan against your collarbone and knew for a fact that his wet underwear was going to end up staining your pants. You grazed your hand across the hair at the back of his head, and Colt pushed his head into your hand.

"So needy," You whispered and pushed your leg against his underwear. Colt's hips stuttered before pressing harder against you with a growl.

He chased his high but needed something more. All he had to do was ask you for it, but he wasn't sure if he could. Colt was stuck between wanting his pleasure and being too embarrassed about feeling pleasure from this.

"Speak," You kissed the side of his head and stroked your hand over his nape.

Colt slumped further against you. Of course, you knew something was off. He was always so obvious. "Collar," He trailed off, unsure of how to explain what he wanted or get the words out at all.

"What about the collar?" You asked and swung your leg side to side, making Colt moan loudly into your chest and rock his hips faster.

"Pull it," He mumbled and clenched his jaw.

You pulled on the collar from the back, forcing Colt to feel his pulse throbbing in his throat and lose air.

Colt pushed further into you to force your hand to tug on the collar more, choking him more. He hummed approvingly and could feel the slick buildup of precum in his underwear as he slid against your leg.

You released the pressure on his throat, and Colt whined. He wanted that feeling back.

"Easy," You told him and slid your entire hand under the collar. You waited another moment for him to catch his breath, and then yanked on it harder than before. "Won't work if you're unconscious." You chuckled in his ear.

Colt couldn't even follow your words; he was so focused on chasing his orgasm and felt his length twitch as his pulse echoed loudly in his ears. "More." He demanded into your chest, gripping your hip and calf tighter as he got closer.

You squeezed the collar in your hands and tugged on the leash at the same time, adding pressure against Colt's throat from two points.

You kissed the top of his head as he choked, hips stuttering wildly beneath you, and you knew he was close.

"Cum," You took your other leg and swung it around Colt's back, forcing him closer to your leg, boxing him in completely.

Colt moaned brokenly into your chest as he came in his underwear.

You released the pressure on his throat and brought both of your hands up to pull his head from your chest so he'd get more air. Colt tilted his head back with his eyes closed as he sucked in air, the name tag on his collar touching the skin of his throat.

He rolled against your leg a few more times, slowly, before stopping fully. Colt pulled away from your leg, and you released your leg around his back, but let it hover behind him in case he fell back.

Colt let go of your calf and then massaged your leg in apology for holding tightly. He did the same with your hip and then dipped his hand under your shirt to thumb at your hipbone.

"'m good," His voice cracked. Colt opened his eyes, and they were glossy as you looked down at him.

"Good…" You trailed off and wiped some stray sweat off his forehead.

Colt leaned into your hand with a small smile.

You looked him over a moment, made sure he was mostly back to present before cheekily asking, "You like your present?"