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If someone asked Pete Mitchell how he felt about wearing a collar a couple of months ago, he’d scoff and say fuck no. He wasn’t somebody’s pet that could be manipulated into being told what to do. You couldn’t put a collar on him and trap him. He was made to run wild and do what he pleased. He’d gotten the call sign ‘Maverick’ for a reason.
But oh, how wrong he was.
Because when Tom came through the door one night with a discreet shopping bag in one hand with a wicked glint in his eye and a glaring smirk, everything had changed. Pete was weak when it came to Tom. He was probably the only person Pete even tried to listen to. When he kneeled in front of him and presented the black leather object, Pete simply looked back with a hard stare. He started to protest, but the night ultimately ended with it around his throat and him being fucked so dumb he’d forgotten why he’d even wanted to deny it in the first place.
Even after seeing how he looks with it on, he can’t remember why he wouldn’t want to wear it. It was a shiny black leather collar with a cute black bow on the front and a heart-shaped silver tag with ‘ Kitten’ engraved on it. It was pretty. He looked pretty when it was wrapped around his throat. Tom had said so.
“Only the best for my pretty little kitten,” Tom had purred when he slipped the thick leather around his neck for the first time.
It was like wearing the collar had awoken something feral in the both of them. Tom couldn’t keep his hands to himself and always ended up fucking Pete within an inch of his life when he adorned it around the house. Pete wasn’t any better with how his cock automatically got plumped up as soon as the cool leather touched his heated skin. He wanted to be used by him — wanted to be good and let Tom take whatever he wanted. Tom owned him. Mind, body, and soul.
The collar had opened so many new doors in their sex life and most importantly had brought him here, nestled upon Tom’s lap with his hole stretched around his thick cock. This was both a favorite for them. Pete loved cockwarming Tom and the good man that he was, Tom loved to appease the sweet pleas Pete had used when he strutted into the home office with nothing but the collar on. He had taken one look at Pete’s hard and flushed cock and then a glance at the black leather against his skin and had immediately scooted his chair back and spread his legs, beckoning Pete to him with a nod of his head.
“What brings this pleasant surprise from my pretty little kitten this morning?” Tom asks, pulling Pete between his open legs and stroking up his naked waist.
“Felt empty,” Pete mumbles, looking bashful. “Can I sit on your cock while you work?”
“You didn’t want one of your plugs?” Tom hums, his hand dipping down to grab a soft, round cheek, kneading the tender skin. “You’ve got that pink one that usually does the trick.”
Pete quickly shakes his head and lets out a small huff.
“None of them are as thick as you are. Please Ice, I feel so empty,” he whimpers, lip pouting slightly.
Tom looks him over, blue eyes darting across his face before zeroing in on the collar. Pete can detect the way his usually bright blue eyes darken slightly when they focus on the physical claim he has on him.
“Okay, Kitten,” Tom relents, dipping a finger between the cleft of his ass to rub against Pete’s hole. He practically growls when he feels the open and dripping entrance. “How’d you know I’d say yes? Such a greedy little thing.”
Pete keens high in his throat as Tom thrusts two fingers in without much resistance. His knees buckle and he almost crashes down to the floor, but his hand catches him as he clutches onto Tom’s broad shoulder as he sways forward.
“Your hole is so greedy too. You must be feeling empty with how it’s just sucking me in,” Tom prods further, crooking his fingers up to glide along his spongy walls. Pete is so warm and wet inside and Tom already can’t wait till he’s buried deep inside him.
“Ice, please,” Pete sobs, his body jerking as he folds in on himself, ass pushing back onto Tom’s dexterous digits. “Please, please let me sit in your lap while you work. I’ll be so good. I’ll be quiet.”
“You always beg so prettily, Kitten,” Tom’s fingers slip out and he wipes them on his pants to rid himself of the lube he’d gathered from Pete’s slick hole. They’re nice and pressed, almost as if he were dressed to go in today. Now they’re ruined and Tom doesn’t even seem to care. When Tom first started working from home, he wasn’t sure why he dressed up where no one would be able to see his attire. That was until he learned how meticulous his boyfriend actually was. Tom was always so put together — so prim and proper. It was one of the things Pete came to love about him. Tom screamed control and Pete needed that in his life. “Drop to your knees and get me hard. I’ve got work that needs to get done.”
Pete quickly drops down on his knees to the plush carpet of Tom’s office. They’d originally called it their home office, but Tom was the one who got stuck with paperwork as he climbed the ladder and already had so many fancy promotions under his belt while Pete was the one still in the air getting write-ups. He leans forward to nuzzle at Tom’s crotch, rubbing his cheek against the rough fabric of his slacks and the forming tent.
“Don’t tease me, Kitten. I don’t have time and if you can’t follow orders, you won’t get what you begged so prettily for,” Tom chides, reaching down to tug at Pete’s Navy-regulation hair.
Pete is quick to speed up his movements, getting to work on Tom’s pants, popping open the button, and sliding down the zipper so he can shimmy them and his underwear down as Tom lifts his hips slightly. He’s already half-hard as Pete had expected. He knows the collar had a play in his quick reaction. He leans down to kitten-lick the leaking tip, saltiness spreading across his taste buds and making him moan at the taste. He’d always been so hungry for Tom’s cock. He enjoyed taking his time and just savoring the way the thick cock stretched his jaw and how heavy he felt on his tongue. Tom’s hand tightens in his hair as a warning to hurry up and Pete brings a hand up to firmly grasp him before descending his mouth over his hardening member. He applies a slick suction, tonguing at the veins that run up under the length. When he risks a glance up through his ink-black lashes, he can see how Tom clenches his jaw.
Suddenly his mouth is being yanked off gently with a pull of his hair. The whine that leaves his mouth is loud and he tries darting forward despite the rough grip in his hair to connect his mouth back to Tom’s beautiful spit-slick cock.
“Uh-uh, Kitten. You said you felt empty. You asked to sit on my lap, remember?” Tom’s voice sounds condescending, scolding. “Have I already made you my dumb little kitty?”
Pete shudders as he feels a hot wave of humiliation jolts through him. It makes his dick twitch where it stands hard and at attention between his thighs. He knows he should feel ashamed, but he’d long lost that feeling when Tom made him feel like this.
“Such a whore that you go dumb just from sucking cock,” Tom says in a voice Pete could only describe as fond. His fingers card through Pete’s hair now instead of the earlier tight grip. “If you make me cum then you’ll have to be left feeling empty and we don’t want that now, do we?”
“No,” Pete shakes his head, his voice soft. “I’ll be good. ‘M sorry.”
“That’s what I thought. Now climb on up, Kitten,” Tom gestures to his lap. “You’ll have to sit facing me so I can see my work. Can you do that?”
Pete moves to climb up into the chair with Tom, knees on either side of Tom’s thighs, squeezing them both into the wide chair. They’d purchased it with this in mind. Tom was always the planner and he always wanted Pete to be the most comfortable he could be when they dabbled in stuff like this. He hovers over his cock, waiting for Tom to give him the go-ahead.
“I’ll let you know if I get uncomfortable,” Pete promises.
Tom grips his waist in one big palm before moving his other hand down to hold himself steady so Pete can sink down.
“Okay, Kitten, sit on Daddy’s cock,” Tom mumbles. Pete preens a little as the name slips from Tom’s mouth. It had been something they were testing out and Pete had been going crazy over it. He’d been too ashamed to use it at first, but hearing it come from Tom’s lips always had him shaking. The authority and charged energy in his tone was enough to have Pete’s insides turned to complete and utter mush.
He lowers himself until Tom’s cock is nudging at his rim. It’s a tight fit even after stretching himself earlier. He almost craved the burn of the stretch as he sank down and how good it felt as he continued to slowly stretch more just from sitting on that wonderfully big cock. Tom removes his hand as the head pops in and grabs the other side of Pete’s waist to help him get seated fully. They both groan as Pete’s tight heat engulfs him entirely.
“That’s it. Such a good kitty,” Tom gasps through his clenched teeth. “Love when you keep me warm, Kitten.”
Pete tucks his head into Tom’s neck and nods. He’s slightly overwhelmed from going from the immense feeling of emptiness earlier to now feeling like he’s stuffed full.
“So full,” he slurs against Tom’s throat, eyelashes fluttering against the skin there and making Tom shiver. “So big. Making me feel so full. Thank you.”
Tom shakily chuckles and rubs a hand up Pete’s strong back. He’s all lean muscles, corded up so tightly. His skin is warm to the touch and Pete gasps as Tom’s fingers prod at a particularly tight muscle.
“So tense. Just relax and sit on Daddy’s cock, Kitten. Focus on how I fill you up, okay?” Pete nods and hums in response, body going slack against Tom’s own hardened body. “I’m going to move the chair forward and back to the desk. You’ll have to be a good kitty for me and stay quiet. I have phone calls I need to make and some paperwork that needs to get done by the end of today. Can you do that for me?”
Pete only nods in response.
“Good boy,” Tom mutters, turning his head to press a kiss against the side of Pete’s head.
He scoots the chair forward and Pete bites his lip to control the moans that threaten to spill as Tom’s cock jolts inside him from the sudden movement. Tom is breathing heavily and clearly affected just as much as Pete, but as usual, he’s his same old clear-headed and in-control self. He hears the click-clack of the keyboard as Tom gets back to work, typing up reports of some kind. He turns his head to rest more on his shoulder so he can silently watch Tom’s face as he works studiously.
Tom’s work face was always so stern-looking. It reminded Pete of when they first met and Tom had donned that ice-cold exterior. Tom was gorgeous, even when he looked cold and closed-off. In all terms of men, he was breathtaking and so handsome that it hurt. Women were always falling over themselves to hit on him all the time when they went out and Pete had to silently simmer in jealousy since he wasn’t able to stake a claim on Tom like he wanted to. He thought it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t scream it to the world that this man was the love of his life. It was a true shame to keep someone like Tom a secret.
He closes his eyes as he lets the feeling of fullness spread throughout him, letting his mind go blissfully numb as Tom’s cock twitches inside of him whenever Pete clenches down. Pete’s erection had died down, only half-hard as he focused on just being filled instead of chasing actual pleasure. He often woke up feeling unexpectedly needy and empty, having to opt for a butt plug on days he worked or days Tom went into the office. On days like this though, he got to have Tom inside of him filling him up so beautifully. It scratched something in his brain when he was able to just be a hole for his boyfriend’s cock to be warmed and taken care of.
Tom had enjoyed this almost as much as he did. He was the first to suggest it after he came inside of him one night. Pete had almost cried when he pulled out and Tom soothed him as he slipped back inside even though his cock had softened and was probably being overstimulated as Pete sucked him back in. Tom had only whispered a promise of how he’d keep him plugged and full for as long as he needed — full of his cum and cock. Then slowly it moved to just sitting there for hours while Tom watched the football game or worked and Pete just sat on his cock without moving except for when Tom would thrust into him to ensure he stayed hard inside of him.
Tom always fucked him afterward. He always praised Pete for being so good and that he deserved this reward. It had only gotten worse after Tom got him the collar. When Tom noticed how Pete was tense and tired after a long day, he’d strap the collar on and beckon his sweet little kitty onto his lap for cuddles. He thinks Tom mainly enjoys how dumb he gets from having something plugging him up and keeping him full. He can barely utter a word and his body goes limp and pliant when Tom really starts to fuck him. They both cum the hardest on these days, their bodies high-strung just from the wait.
He stays there silent as Tom continues working, his head lulling against Tom’s shoulder, drifting through conscious and unconscious. Tom occasionally moves his hand away from the keyboard to pet across his back or to scratch through his hair.
“You’re being so good for me, Kitten,” Tom whispers sweetly, moving to press a kiss to whatever part of Pete he can reach, landing a soft kiss on his cheek.
He takes the time he moves away from the keyboard to grip Pete’s hips and thrusts up into his lax hole. Each time, he gently does what he needs to do to stay hard, Pete makes a weak mewling sound, hands clutching at Tom’s shirt and wrinkling the fabric. It’s always enough to make him want more, but he stays there and just takes what Tom gives him. Being the good boy he knows he can be for Tom.
“My perfect little kitten,” Tom’s voice sounds strained to his ears and he knows if Tom wasn’t so busy, he’d be bent over his desk by now. This was a test of patience for both of them. “Daddy’s got you.”
The phone rings loudly and abruptly causing Tom to snap back to attention and go back to work. Pete sighs as Tom moves forward to answer it, jolting his body with the movements. He tucks his face back into Tom’s neck so he can muffle any sounds as Tom starts talking to someone with a hard tone. Hearing the man who was usually so soft with him use that tone of voice always made him shiver with delight. He liked how powerful Tom had become with his promotions. He was so stern and quick-lipped. It made his head spin. When Tom caught on to how hot and bothered it made him, he started to introduce name-calling in the bedroom. Tom calling him dumb, whore, or slut was like his mind being clicked off and he relished the feeling it gave him deep down. It always sent fire burning through his veins as Tom berated him or scolded him during a scene. His belly filled with unexplainable heat when Tom used those words with his sharp tongue.
He liked the soft teddy bear his boyfriend could be, but he also very much enjoyed how mean Tom could get with him. It made him feel smaller in a good way. He hated how throughout the years people in the Navy had made him feel less than or like he wasn’t worth a damn, but this was different. Tom knew his worth, but hearing him call him a dumb little slut was something entirely different. Tom always took every chance to tell Pete how he thought he was so smart and how he thought the world of him. Despite the harsh words, Pete knew how much Tom loved him and he wasn’t deliberately going out of his way to hurt him because he knew Pete’s worth.
“Why are you bothering me with this?” Tom growls out into the phone. The delicious tone of voice causes him to shudder and let out a muffled squeak against Tom’s skin. He loves it when Tom gets growly and how it mixes so well with his digging words. He hears the other person’s muffled tone on the other end, trying to backtrack. “I told you weeks ago how we should go about this and you blatantly ignored me and went around it. If you aren’t going to listen to me, call someone else.”
The person on the other line was obviously in equal power to Tom if he hadn’t already given him a referral for ignoring a superior. He also would never obviously talk to someone in a higher power like this as well. Tom was always cordial with his voice monotone. He was never one to show his true feelings on certain matters, often taking the high road since he knew that was one of the reasons he’d been so successful and on his way to Admiral. Tom seldom got angry at an equal like this unless they had done something to really piss him off. Pete was once on that tail-end back at TOPGUN and he can remember how cruel he had been.
“Okay,” Tom huffs out. “Send me the new safety protocols and I’ll look at them when I have a minute. I’ll have to get in contact with Admiral Jeffers and inform him what direction we have settled on so he can implement everything and present it to the COMPACFLT.”
Tom continues to grumble through the call and Pete’s hips rock involuntarily as Tom continues to stay closed off and uppity. His head blanks when Tom hisses, feigning a cough to cover it up to whoever is on the phone. He knows he might be in for it after causing Tom to lose composure while working, especially since he was on the phone. Tom gives his apologies and dismisses himself before slamming the phone down onto the cradle.
“Are you getting restless on me, Kitten?” Tom uses that same growly tone on him causing his brain to melt into goo inside his head. “I should make you get off for pulling that while I was on the phone. What if I had been on a call with someone more important? I oughta make you wait a week before letting you cum. Bad kitties don’t get their treats.”
Pete’s fingers twist around fistfuls of Tom’s shirt as he fervently shakes his head where it rests against his shoulder, “No, no. I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good, I promise. You just sounded so hot when you were berating him and I couldn’t help myself.”
He isn’t expecting the loud cracking sound of Tom’s hand landing over his ass in a firm slap, but it’s welcome as his body jolts from the force of it. The sharp cry that falls from his lips is muffled, but still so loud in his ears. Spanking was Pete’s favorite punishment because of how it always led to him shaking, crying, and so, so hard. Tom was also always so sweet with him afterward as he rubbed the numbing balm onto his cherry-red bruised skin and how he carried him around so he didn’t have to endure the flare-ups of pain. He always liked it best when Tom fucked him immediately following his punishment. The way his hips slammed into the burning area as he fucked him shallow and rough. He’d been the one to eventually convince Tom to upgrade to a leather belt and then to a paddle. But God, if he didn’t enjoy the skin-on-skin contact of Tom’s hand raining down on his ass.
“You’re such a dumb fucking slut. Can’t even control yourself when I gave you only one rule. Keep quiet.”
His hand comes down in more quick-succession slaps, the sounds echoing and mixing with the sobs coming from Pete’s throat. Tom grasps the stinging cheek in his large palm, fingers digging into the now-sensitive skin as he tilts his hips up to fuck into Pete’s body. Pete starts to worry that Tom is going to cum inside of him and then send him off far too quickly, making good on his threat of leaving him wanting and waiting for a week.
“I’ll be good, I promise,” Pete sniffs. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t send me away. I’m so empty, Daddy. Let me stay.”
Suddenly his eyes are meeting Tom’s blown pupils and his tight frown. Tom has his fingers threaded tightly in his hair, angling his head back so they see eye-to-eye.
“Bad boys don’t get what they ask for.”
“I’ll be better,” Pete begs. “I can be good. Let me be good, Ice.”
Tom looks him over, mapping out his green doe-eyes shiny with unshed tears, parted lips bitten red, the ruddy blush spread high on his cheekbones, and finally, the collar. He probably looks fucked out and ruined already, like the cock-slut that Tom likes to call him. Whatever he sees on Pete’s face softens his decision as his fingers let up on his hair and instead soothe where he’d grabbed with a light pressure, petting him like a true house cat. His other hand runs up his back, grazing over the knobs of his spine.
“Okay, Kitten,” he concedes, voice softer but still firm. “You’re not off the hook for that little slip-up though. I’ll decide your punishment later. Now settle in, I have more stuff to get through.”
Pete wraps himself back into Tom’s chest, head back to lying on his shoulder. Tom smooths his hair from his forehead and drops a lingering kiss to flushed skin.
Tom goes back to working efficiently, taking calls, and checking his emails. A couple of hours pass with Tom’s cock stuffed inside of him, occasionally fucking into him and Pete just staying lax and pliant and trying to be good for Tom. It’s honestly bliss as that empty feeling recedes completely the longer they sit like this. His legs have long since fallen asleep, but he’s too focused on being the perfect hole to keep Tom warm and sated. He could almost fall asleep like this. The steady clicking of keyboard keys and Tom’s mindless babbling to himself along with the way he pets over Pete’s back is something so relaxing to him.
“Let me just finish typing up this report then when I send it off I’m all yours, Kitten,” Tom informs him. Pete’s stomach flip-flops as he focuses further on how he’s going to end up with Tom’s cum filling him up by the end of this.
He only has to wait about fifteen minutes before Tom shuts down his computer and pushes out his chair swiftly, moving away from the desk. His hand is like a brand on his skin where Tom keeps it placed against the center of his shoulder blades, continuing to press him against his chest. He’s nuzzling the side of Pete’s head, soft and sweet. Pete almost wonders if Tom was going to go slow today or if he was building up to the rough fuck that leaves them both mindless. He cherishes the days they take it slow. Where the love is evident in the way Tom drags everything out and kisses him like he’s sipping wine. But cockwarming rarely ever entails the soft and sweet sex. They’re both usually too keyed-up that Tom can’t help but pin him down and fuck into him erratically until they’re both a mess.
“I knew you could continue being a good kitty for me,” Tom says teasingly. “My perfect little kitten, aren’t you? A little brat, but still so perfect. Are you ready for your treat?”
“God, yes, please,” Pete groans. He’s ready for whatever Tom is willing to give. “Fuck me, Daddy. I need it. Fill me up with your cum and then plug me.”
“Always so greedy, aren’t you?” Tom trails his fingers over the back of the collar, fingers slipping under the leather to knead the back of his neck. “Can never get enough. But that’s alright, Kitten. I’ll give you what you want.”
It doesn’t take much before Tom’s hands are slipping under his thighs and he’s standing up with Pete in his arms. His cock slips free when he gets up, pulling a drawn-out whine from Pete. Tom just tuts as he places him on the desk, bare-ass naked and over some papers. The sounds of the papers crinkling in the room and the cold wood on his skin have him scrambling forward into Tom’s arms. Tom just chuckles, detaching Pete’s arms from around his neck and a hand drifts to his chest, pushing back until Pete is flat against the cold wood, head lolling off the edge. His back arches, trying to escape the way the cold desk feels.
“I want you like this,” Tom hums, pulling him down the desk by his thighs until his ass meets the edge and his head is now lying on the hard surface. It’s easy for Tom to grind against his ass at the angle. “Want to see you folded in half as I pound into you. You always look so pretty like that.”
Tom pushes at his thighs until they’re bent, presenting him on full display for Tom’s eyes to feast on. He also likes this angle. The way Tom pushes so deep into him and hits that same spot over and over until he’s close to tears is a headrush. He usually spends their time in Tom’s office bent over the desk or in his lap. This is a new change of pace.
“Hold them,” Tom demands.
Pete scrambles to obey, replacing Tom’s hands as he keeps himself spread wide. Tom slips a hand down to press down on his waist, holding him in place so he can slip back in with a rough thrust. In this position, the stretch feels tighter and a pleasant burn shoots up his spine. His fingers tingle with the force of it. He swears he can taste Tom’s cock every time they find themselves in this position as he spears him on that huge cock. Tom fucks into him with vigor causing his body to jolt. Pete holds onto his legs tighter, fingers pressing deep into his skin in an attempt to ground himself.
“Ice,” Pete moans, body shuddering when a particular hard thrust nudges right against his prostate. “So good. Feels so good.”
Tom leans further forward, looming over Pete and grinding into him. His forehead is beading with sweat and his mouth is parted as he breathes heavily, grunts falling from his plump lips. Pete wants to lean up and lick up the sweat that drips down the side of his face. He wants to sink his teeth into Tom’s shoulder. He wants to claw his nails down his back. He wants — he always wants so much and Tom is gracious enough to continue to give.
Pete’s eyes fall closed as Tom goes harder and faster. The slick slapping sounds echo in the small office room, along with their sounds of pleasure. He loves it when Tom lets go enough that he’s truly moaning and making the most beautiful noises. He loves the way Tom grips him tight enough to leave bruises as their voices intermingle in a beautiful song.
“Such a good boy, Kitten. Always so good for me,” Tom sounds broken as he punctures the words with harsh thrusts. “Daddy’s got you. Never have to be empty with me around.”
Pete mewls, back arching further to angle Tom’s cock right where he wants him.
“Ice,” he gasps, feeling that delicious pressure lighting up his body. “Daddy. Need your hand. Please, please .”
“I’ve got you, sweet boy.”
His cock is entirely wet with his own precum, drooling all over his lower belly and matting the sparse hairs there. He’s gone without any friction since Tom has started fucking him, making him so achingly sensitive. When Tom’s hand snakes past his open legs to palm at his cock twitching against his stomach, it pulls a long hiss from him. It’s almost too much and just enough at the same time. Tom’s fingers close around him, squeezing gently before he starts stroking him to match the pace of his hips as they piston in and out of him. He knows he won’t last much longer.
“Such a whore for me. You purr so sweetly for me. Just like a kitten,” Tom’s losing rhythm, his hips jerking sloppily. “Daddy’s sweet little kitten.”
Tom moves his free hand from his waist to one leg, pushing further back until he can feel his muscles straining. If he hadn’t kept up with his gym routine from his twenties, he’d be in trouble later, but the stretch is welcome and has Tom hitting deeper inside of him. He leans heavily over him, grinding and rolling his hips. It doesn’t take much longer as Tom jerks him fast, twisting his hand and thumbing against his leaking tip when his cock spurts valiantly all over his abdomen in long, hot stripes of white. He clenches down with his orgasm, pulling a loud moan from Tom. His cum-stained hand meets Pete’s other leg, holding tight as he pulls him bodily to him to continue his thrusts.
“That’s it, Kitten,” Tom’s eyes flutter as they roll. “Milk my cock. Such a tight hole just for me. My own little cocksleeve.”
He’s just on that hint of oversensitive as Tom pulls almost all the way out and slams back in before cumming deep inside of him. Tom’s head falls back as he groans, his cock twitching inside of Pete as his release makes him shudder. Pete is sated and happy under him, feeling the way the hot spend fills him up. It makes his head feel light and tingly as he clenches down around Tom’s softening cock, trying to keep him and the cum inside.
Tom tries pulling his hips back, beginning to extract himself when Pete whines, beckoning him back.
“Didn’t you get enough, sweet boy?” Tom coos, sounding slightly sympathetic. “You sat on my cock for hours and then I filled you with my cum. Is that not enough?”
Pete miserably shakes his head. The feeling from this morning is a dull echo now, but he can’t seem to part with Tom’s cock.
“I wish I could sit on your cock forever,” he admits with a sniff. “Everything feels better when you’re inside of me.”
Tom hums, dropping Pete’s legs with a soft caress and gentle hands. He smooths a palm up Pete’s chest until he comes to his throat, tracing over the leather and then tapping a finger against the silver tag. It’s a subconscious way of comfort for both of them. Tom’s reminder that Pete is his and has accepted him in every single way. Pete’s reminder of Tom’s love.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
And Pete believes him when he says that. Because Pete knows that it pains Tom, just as much as it does him, to be away from each other. Tom gets just as much comfort out of these moments as Pete does.
Pete lets him go, knowing that this wasn’t going to be comfortable much longer. He watches as Tom tucks himself back into his pants, still wet. He doesn’t even try to move, worried the cum will start to leak out of him, leaving him really empty. Tom opens a desk drawer, pulling forth a small-ish black plug. It’s similar to the one he’ll wear to work when he needs to itch that scratch. Not too distracting, but enough to calm that roar of emptiness deep inside of him.
“I figured I’d start keeping them in here for when this happens,” Tom explains sheepishly, caught when he notices Pete watching him more closely. Of course, Tom Kazansky would be prepared even with sex.
Pete smiles, struck for a moment at how attentive Tom is. He presents it to Pete, holding it to his mouth and Pete complies with the silent demand, sucking the silicone into his mouth. He thinks he's wet enough down there already that the flared toy would pop in with no problem, but his chest flutters with the knowledge that Tom doesn’t want to hurt him. He releases the toy with a dribble of spit, watching Tom’s eyes flash. He knows if he could, he’d be hard again and Tom would have no problem slipping back inside of him to give him another load, but with age comes longer refractory periods.
Tom eases the plug into him, first using his fingers to swipe the cum dripping out of him and pushing it back into his puffy and used hole. The plug is big enough that guarantees no leaks and fills him enough that his head quiets down.
“Thank you,” Pete whispers, so grateful for the man in front of him. He uses his arms to push him up, hooking his arms around Tom’s shoulders and pulling him down for a quick kiss. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re going to kill me one of these days. You know that right?” Tom asks in that teasing lilt of his. “But you’re welcome, Kitten.”
Tom pulls him back into a deeper kiss, hand moving to tug at the bow on the collar, then tapping over the silver tag like he did a few moments ago. Kitten . Pete Mitchell was collared and he was happy to be Tom Kazansky’s kitten.