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"Awh dude no way thisll fit sparky." Stan said with an amused laugh as he held up the collar.
Sparky was an old dog now, hardly ever got out of the house, his bones weak and wobbly but he still had fight in him.
In any case, the collar was too heavy was the point, studded with a little s on the front.
It was valentines day. And it was just he and his boyfriend in his shitty little apartment. Indulging in each other and exchanging little gifts throughout the day.
Acts of service and trinkets, baseball cards here, some candies there, new figures for stan and a game kyle had wanted.. endless soft words and honey sweet flirtations passed back and forth…
They both had the day off, why not enjoy it was what they said.
Kyle laughed too, "no you idiot. Its for someone else." The freckled boy (less of a boy now.. he was still twany and lithe, always has been, but stan couldnt deny as they grew up kyles appearance filled out, less like a gangly teen more svelte, graceful but powerful-)
Where was he?
"Who.. is it for then?" Stan asked warily, more confused than before.
Kyle groaned, rolling his eyes fondly and pushed himself up from lazing against the headboard.
He took the collar..
And stan heard the soft click as it snapped into place behind him.
"Your so slow sometimes.." kyle purred, leaning in closer, breath on his lips.
Oh-
Oh.
"Only if you dont mind it, Of course." Kyle said, that edge of nervousness back in his tone. Worrying hed gone too headstrong.
"I- no its-" well, this was knew. Stan didnt know he was into this but apparently he was, especially as kyles fingers danced along the edges of the collar.
"Its fine i dont mind it… why though?" Stan was more confused than anything else, and kyle knew his questions didnt necessarily mean rejection, just needed some catching up.
The ginger gently pushed stan down by his chest. Eyes going half lidded as he took in stans form, shorter, wider than himself but he had muscle from all his time in sports.
He was always so eager to please, to obey, to love and to follow kyles word to the t.
"Well, youve always reminded me of a puppy.. or, a dog in this case." Kyle leaned over stan, green gaze flickering down to stans lips.
"So loyal, so sweet, so willing to sit and stay" kyle purred, pressing him into the sheets before he got up, shrugging off his lazy clothes as he went to look for something.
And damn if he wasnt right.
Stan could see what he meant now, despite the burning in his core and the temptation placed right in front of him, he obeyed, he stayed on the bed like he was ordered to.
fuck if that didnt get him hard in his boxers.
Kyle came back with two things, a leash, and lube.
He sat back down onto stans lap, clicking the leash to the collar.
After a quick check in with his partner, he leaned back, spreading his legs to give stan the full view.
God stan wanted to be a good boy, the best boy. But it was hard when kyles wet fingers slid sown his own body. At first stopping at his chest, pulling at his dusky nipples, moaning wantonly for stan. Straight teasing himself before even moving on to opening himself up.
Stan was so painfully hard already and they just started. It had to be the most divine torture ever concieved.
"Youre such a good boy stan.." kyle cooed, opening himself more. Each tine he spread his fingers stan could see his hole twitch and flex on nothing.
Stan, quite like a dog he now realized, whimpered.
"Oh i know baby but i gotta be ready.." kyle sighed, adding another finger.
Kyle hadnt given any orders to not talk, but stan found it hard to formulate much of anything on his tongue as his hips twitched under kyles weight, to which the ginger responded with a sharp yank on the leash.
"Behave. Your doing so good so far."
This truly was a test from god.
Stan swallowed, feeling his mouth water.
Finally, after what felt like ages, kyle pulled his fingers out.
"Oh stanley your such a good boy." He cooed, leaning over him, cupping his face in his lithe hands and forcing him into a kiss.
Stans eyes rolled back, mouth open and panting into the kiss, tongue loling like a true dog as kyle squeezed his thighs around stans cock.
When he pulled back, stan felt like he was coming up from underwater, gasping for air.
"Fuck thats the cutest face you made.." kyle purred. Leaning back again and turning away from stan.
Oh.
Oh god.
Srans whine bubbled up as kyle layed himself down, chest to the matress, butt in the air. Stan wanted to run his mouth on him, lap and lick. He sat up, eager to lunge but remembered what hed been told, to be a good boy..
Honestly he didnt know what to do, or really understand what he did that granted him such a breathtaking display that is kyles cute freckled ass waving infront of him like a treat, hole winking at him.
Rather suddenly though, before stan could ogle longer, kyle yanked on the leash, pulling stan flush to the gingers back, draping over him and nearly covering him.
God, kyle had him tight by the leash, looking other his shoulder with an amused look, pressing back into him.
"Good boys deserve a reward..dont you think?" Kyle purred, and stan swallowed.
"Come get your treat baby."
And that was all stan needed.
Stan wouldn't lie and say he denied the role given to him. If anything it felt sorta liberating, letting himself go, pretend to be the feral animal kyle allowed him to be.
Because then he doesn't have to think, but kyle loves him all the same.
So, without hesitation, he shoved his cock into the tight warmth spread under him, growling low at the slick wetness of it all and kyles whorish gasp.
"G-good ffucking boy come get it!" Kyle cried out, yanking the leash over his shoulder again.
Kyle wanted to get fucked like an animal? Fine, stan was going to make him his bitch.
Stans hands gripped the sheets besides kyle's head as he slammed inside effortlessly over and over again. Feet dug into the bed as he nearly mounted the ginger boy, panting loudly above him.
Kyle yelped, but didnt stop him, if anything encouraged it with his words and lewd moans, egging him on.
Stan lost himself in the tight, wet heat enveloping him, his head hung over kyles shoulder as he whimpered, pushing himself to thrust harder and faster.
When he felt kyle squeeze around him on purpose, stan yelped, eyes rolling back and mouth hung open.
"Such a-a g-good doggy~" kyle moaned, tilting his head to the side and watched as stans tongue lolled from his mouth.
God it felt like death and life at once, the mind numbing words dripping from kyles lips and the wet heat around him. How was he supposed to last?
Suddenly, the leash was pulled taught again, jerking on his airflow and forcing him to stop.
He sobbed.
"Oh baby i know, but i want to drag this out… slower, then ill even let you fuck me after i pass out." Kyle purred, offering him a reward if he held his cool just a little longer.
He truly was testing his patience.
"I dont- i dont think-" stan choked out, whimpering, too afraid to move yet.
"You can do it stan." Kyle encouraged, releasing the grip on the leash just enough to turn onto his back, laying down truly like prey, spread out flushed red and wanting.
But he still held the leash, wrapped around his hand.
Long legs hooked around stans waist, yanking him forward. Dragging a moan from both boys as he forced stsn in deeper.
The ginger reached up, cupping his face in his hands and pulling him down, lips meeting chastely, open mouthed and teasing.
"Cmon, my darling marshwalker, you can do it, fuck me deep and full.. i know you can."
God kyle said the filthiest things, stan had no clue how the other could confidently say these things let alone come up with them.
It made his gut churn, not that hed puke, but it was low in his belly, fogging up his mind.
But it got stan moving again, eager to please, forcing out kyles quick, hitching gasps everytime he pressed into his prostate.
"Good boy, fuck your so deep." Kyle murmered, arching up like a live wire under him, his hands moving down his body.
Stan watched reverently, watching as kyles fingers moved lower, onto his belly, spread fingers framing the bulge that formed against his skin with every thrust in..
"Oh f-fuck kyle, kyle i-" stan choked out, tears welling in his eyes.
Fucking like animals was one thing, being forced to take it slow, to give in and force yourself through each delicious drag was another. He slumped over kyle, who breathed against his ear, nipping softly.
"Your doing so good baby." He purred, moaning breathily.
Stan felt like he was drowning, it was too much and not enough.
Stan greedily bit against kyles neck, enjoying the moans pulled from him.
With each deep, rolling thrust stan attempted to bury himself deeper.
"Kyle, kyle, kyle" he chanted, constantly being brought to the edge before kyles yank on the leash would halt him.
"Youve been so good stan.." he purred, "does my baby boy wanna cum?"
Stan whimpered, hips stuttering.
"Go ahead baby, cum in mommy, breed me my puppy." He whispered hotly into his ear.
Stan jolted, hips fucking into his boyfriend fast as he could, punching out wanton moans each time. This time kyle let him race to the edge, panting out moans and praises, when he came, he didnt stop.
With a shuttery growl he kept fucking into kyle through his own overstimulation, feeling the thick cum slide around his member, hands pulling kyle onto his cock over and over.
"Gonna make me cum puppy?" He panted, stan could tell he was close but he was edging himself. He could tell by how he tensed up.
But all it took was one good last strike on his prostate and a dam broke. Kyle lurched forward, a long moan dragged out of him as he came betwen them. His legs and toes curled, he crunched inwards mouth hung open as he mewled stans name.
Stan came again from the tight pressure, another wave of cum unloading into his partner
Kyle rode it out in waves, lazily rolling his hips down into stans twitchy thrusts.
He smiled, pulling stan down into his chest, letting the bigger boy smother him in his weight.
It was quiet, just the sound of their breaths and the evening light peeking through the blinds. Both whispering lazy dreamy i love yous to each other..
Until..
"That was.." stan started, pulling up and looking down at kyle, his gaze so soft, so loving and smitten, like kyle was the universe.
He was, to stan.
"Were do you get all the amazing ideas?" He laughs pulling out and trying to get up, only to yelp as his legs give out. Usually its kyle with this issue, but his thighs burnt from the rough relentless constant pace he had.
Not that he didnt enjoy it.
Kyle smiled smugly, sitting up and softly tugging the leash to bring stan into a kiss.
"Im just a genius. You know this by now~" he purrs, getting up and going to the shower.
Stan watched, mouth dry as cum slid down the pale freckled thighs of his boyfriend.
"Cmon puppy,valentines day isnt over yet" he said over his shoulder.
Stan has never recovered so fast.