Dimitri's still flushed from sex, but the pink in his face deepens and creeps into his ears. The thought's been firmly buried in a guilty corner of his mind; he's not sure what to do with a chance at making it real.
"I could lie in your lap," he says softly, "or by your side, or at -- at your feet. I could wear a collar, to prove that I'm yours, and I'd belong to no one but you. My only care would be pleasing you, and -- and I'd be happy, as long as you would praise me, or pet me, every once in a while. I could believe it. If you said I was good. If I was your pet."
By the time he finishes, he's flushed all the way into his chest, shivering with his pupils blown wide and glassy.
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Dimitri's still flushed from sex, but the pink in his face deepens and creeps into his ears. The thought's been firmly buried in a guilty corner of his mind; he's not sure what to do with a chance at making it real.
"I could lie in your lap," he says softly, "or by your side, or at -- at your feet. I could wear a collar, to prove that I'm yours, and I'd belong to no one but you. My only care would be pleasing you, and -- and I'd be happy, as long as you would praise me, or pet me, every once in a while. I could believe it. If you said I was good. If I was your pet."
By the time he finishes, he's flushed all the way into his chest, shivering with his pupils blown wide and glassy.