Warning: Contains slightly suggestive content
The soft evening light filtered through the windows of Vincent’s apartment, casting long shadows over the walls. The kitchen was quite now, the remains of a simple dinner tucked away, and Vincent had retreated to his room, leaving Rody alone with his thoughts. They had been dating for a while,long enough for Rody to feel comfortable in Vincent’s presence, though his heart still raced whenever he had Vincent on his mind.
Tonight was one of those nights.
Rody sat on the couch, idly twisting his fingers, glancing every now and then towards the bedroom. He had bought something earlier that week. A spur of the moment decision, really, but it had been on his mind for months. A collar. Soft leather, black with a small silver ring at the front. The idea of seeing Vincent in it had sent a thrill through him and he hadn’t been able to shake it.
The box sat next to him,unassuming and small, but it felt like a bomb waiting to go off.
“Rody?”
Vincent’s voice broke the silence, smooth and calm as ever. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, black eyes watching Rody with quite curiosity. “What’s with the brooding look?”
Rody bit his lip,hesitating for a moment before he stood up, picking up the box. “I, uh….got you something,” he muttered, feeling heat creep up his neck. It was stupid, Vincent probably wasn’t the type to be into this kind of stuff. But he had to try.
Vincent raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “For me?” he asked, stepping forward. “And what exactly is it?”
Rody hesitated again, looking anywhere but directly at Vincent as he handed him the box. “You’ll see.”
Vincent took the box with a small smirk, his pale fingers carefully undoing the ribbon and opening the box. His expression remained neutral as he pulled out the collar,holding it up to inspect it. The room fell into silence for a moment, the leather catching the last bit of daylight.
Vincent glanced back at Rody, his expression unreadable. “A collar”, he said quietly.
Rody rubbed the back of his neck, his nerves firing up. ” Yeah,I,uh….thought it’d look good on you,” he stammered, unable to meet Vincent’s gaze. “You don’t have to wear it or anything. I just—”
Vincent cut him off with a low chuckle,stepping closer until Rody could feel the heat radiating off of him. “You thought this would look good on me?” There was amusement in his voice, but not in a mocking way–more like he was genuinely curious.
Rody felt his throat tighten. “Yeah….. I did.”
Vincent’s fingers trailed over the leather his touch deliberate and slowly. He wasn’t dismissing it. If anything, he seemed to be considering it, which sent a surge of excitement through Rody. When Vincent finally spoke again,his voice was soft, teasing. “You really want to see me in this, don’t you?”
Rody’s pulse quickened,and he nodded,his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”
There was a beat of silence before Vincent’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Alright,” he said simply,handing the collar back to Rody. “Put it on me,then.”
Rody blinked, caught off guard. “You—you’re ok with this?”
Vincent shrugged, his expression still calm, though there was a flicker of something warmer in his gaze. “You’re not asking me to cook with this on or give you a lap dance or something, are you?” he teased.
Rody laughed nervously,his face red, his hands shaking as he took the collar back. “No…..no cooking or lap dances.”
Vincent turned his back to Rody, brushing his dark hair out of the way to give him access. Rody swallowed hard, the collar feeling heavier than it was as he gently fastened it around Vincent’s neck. The soft click of the buckle falling into place sent a shiver down Rody’s spine.
When Vincent turned back around, the collar stood out starkly against his pale skin. He was still composed, still calm, but there was something undeniably striking about the image–Vincent,usually so in control, now standing in front of Rody with a collar around his neck,silently offering up that control.
“How does it look?” Vincent asked, his voice low, almost playful.
Rody stared for a moment, his breath catching. “Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight. The collar framed Vincent’s neck in a way that made Rody’s thoughts spin. It wasn’t just the physical sight–it was the fact that Vincent, who rarely let anyone in, was allowing Rody this closeness,this intimacy.
Vincent tilted his head slightly,his dark eyes softening as he took in Rody’s reaction. “You’re starting a lot.”
“Yeah,I know,” Rody admitted, his voice breathe. “It’s just…..you look really good.”
Vincent’s lips quirked into a small smile.
He stepped closer,invading Rody’s space in a way that always left him off balance. “You have a thing for this,don’t you?” he asked, his voice smooth.
Rody could only nod, heat rushing through him.
Vincent leaned in, his lips brushing against Rody’s ear,sending a shiver down his spine. “Good,” he whispered. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”
Before Rody could respond, Vincent caught his wrist, guiding his hand to the silver ring on the collar. His movements were slow,deliberate,giving Rody time to process the weight of it all.
“You’re in control,” Vincent whispered, his voice low and teasing. “So what are you going to do with it?”
Rody’s heart pounded in his chest,his fingers tightening slightly around the ring. He washed sure where to start, what to do with the power Vincent was offering him. But the trust in Vincent’s eyes, the way he was handing over control so willingly–it made Rody’s mind race.
“I’ll figure something out,” Rody finally said, his voice barely a whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Vincent’s. “Just….let me take my time.”
Vincent chuckled softly, the sound vibrating between them. “Take all the time you need.”
For the first time in their relationship, Rody felt like he was the one leading. The collar was a symbol–a reminder that Vincent, the composed, controlled chef, was willing to let himself go. Just for him.
1 hour unedited/uncut footage sped up.
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