[And...he likes that, he decides after a touch of glassy-eyed reflection, caught up in the juxtaposition of being able to see Adrian's fingers moving across the leather but unable to feel a bit of it through the width and material of the collar. He likes that it's heavy. It makes it impossible to forget it's there. Impossible to forget who put it there.]
You couldn't yank me around on something made of lace, anyway. Isn't that what this is for?
[He raises his chin again, then lowers it, unaware of how it makes him look just a touch more animal by comparison, like a horse testing its bit.]
Can't bite me through it, either. Isn't that just kind of like punishing yourself?
[No, it's not. It's absolutely a downside for him, the prospect of being cut off from Adrian's teeth. And — fuck, the thought of having to earn the privilege, that's kind of hot, too.]
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[And...he likes that, he decides after a touch of glassy-eyed reflection, caught up in the juxtaposition of being able to see Adrian's fingers moving across the leather but unable to feel a bit of it through the width and material of the collar. He likes that it's heavy. It makes it impossible to forget it's there. Impossible to forget who put it there.]
You couldn't yank me around on something made of lace, anyway. Isn't that what this is for?
[He raises his chin again, then lowers it, unaware of how it makes him look just a touch more animal by comparison, like a horse testing its bit.]
Can't bite me through it, either. Isn't that just kind of like punishing yourself?
[No, it's not. It's absolutely a downside for him, the prospect of being cut off from Adrian's teeth. And — fuck, the thought of having to earn the privilege, that's kind of hot, too.]