@niratias asked for a pet-play starter from me, and thus, they shall be getting one for gabe ;)
to say that barton was familiar with mercenary types would certainly be appropriate; he treats a lot of criminals day in, day out, that can't go to the hospital for whatever reason and quite a few of those include being hired guns. thus, he liked to think he knew some things about the culture of being a mercenary, as well as the hypervigilance the job tended to instill in its members, and the inability to turn off. thus, after barton had what he could only assume was a multi-night stand with gabe, due to how they ended up getting unexpectedly close after barton took him in due to him having a shrapnel injury for a while... he couldn't help but notice that this seemed to play a part in what they did together. gabe couldn't sit still, for one, and had a hard time relaxing too.
so, upon going to gabe one day and them ending up with their shirts off in the natural progression of things, barton whispered to the other after tugging on his earlobe from behind. this is what he said: โ you know, i've been thinking and i think that what you need is to be taught how to be good, gabe. how to behave and, if you do, look forward to rewards. so i brought you something to wear today. i ask that you just give it one try, baby, and if you don't like it then we can take it off. but you need discipline and something that will allow you to turn your brain off to me. โ and that is how, ladies and gentlemen, barton ended up putting a brown martingale collar with a leash around gabe's neck. it's then that barton requested for him to get on his back on the bed, but after negotiating terms as to what barton could and could not do with this new development...
when gabe asked him something akin to 'making him,' barton found himself grabbing the leash and coiling the length of it up in his hand, only to pull him close to himself by applying force. โ you have such a mouth on you, gabe. it might do you well to remind yourself that i know what's good for you as your owner, though, baby and so you should listen to me the first time. โ barton pushed the other down on the bed, then, and kept his hand interlocked in his leash as he straddled him. he leaned down to kiss gabe tenderly, a hand cupping his cheek and the other, rubbing back and fourth against his abdominals. its in between another kiss that the doctor mumured the word 'relax' to the other and he unbuttoned gabe's trousers, them soon being flung onto the floor next to the bed.
a simple question of 'are you okay?' being asked to the other seemed to only get back sass from the other once more, causing barton to smack his thigh to try to get him to behave. he asked gabe to 'open' soon enough and the sting of the slap to his bare thigh seemed to be enough encouragement for him to do so, barton slipping two fingers into the man's mouth. a command of 'suck' is given to the other and with a stern look directed at the other, the doctor could feel gabe doing just that to his fingers. barton, meanwhile, let his spare hands dance down the man's chest all the way down to his boxers to give him a reward โ which was stroking gabe's folds through his undies, barton soon praising him, โ wow... see, you can be trained. you just need the right hand, hmm? good boy. โ
