Collar and Leash
Title: Collar and Leash
Series: The Best Moves
Disclaimer: Wholly original work.
Summary: Things sent as gifts should be used...
Notes: _30kinks, 'collar and leash'
Ethan's laughter carried into his small study, making Jameson both curious and apprehensive at the same time. He'd gotten home before his lover and had brought in the mail, which had included a smallish box from their friends in the States, but he wasn't sure what could have been in there that would make Ethan laugh for such a long time.
"What?" he called as he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't his fault that he'd had to bring a bit of work home with him. Spreadsheets were his weak spot.
"It cost them more to mail than to buy," Ethan replied before falling into a fit of laughter again.
Finally too curious, Jameson got up and stretched before wandering out into the kitchen, where Ethan was sitting at the table. Ethan's striking green eyes met his almost instantly but he couldn't keep his gaze there. Not when Ethan had gained an attractive green collar that matched his eyes perfectly. Tiny silver studs decorated it, wrapping around to a thick metal buckle.
"Matthew bought it for me," Ethan said with a smile before holding up the matching leash. "And Tyler bought this."
"And they spent how much to mail this?" Jameson asked as he grabbed for the box.
"Doesn't matter!" Ethan snatched the box back and set it on the table. He pouted and held the leash out. "Unless you aren't somehow curious about what you could do with this..."
"Fifteen minutes," Jameson muttered. Spreadsheets. "I want you in bed with just that collar on."
"Give me." Jameson held out his hand to take the thin leather. Not particularly high quality, but still good for a little fun. Perhaps a thank-you note would be in order.
Fifteen minutes later, Jameson had that leash wrapped around Ethan's wrists, binding them together behind his back as Ethan squirmed against the bed.
"What are you going to do?" Ethan asked as best he could for being face-first in the pillows. Jameson chuckled and spread a bit of lubricant on his fingers before reaching down to press into Ethan's opening.
"Write a nice thank-you note," he replied. Ethan moaned and he felt his own body respond. "Maybe they'll send us something else."
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