The Reservation Nobody Kept

He planned the perfect dinner, but one look at the collar under the cushion changes the whole menu. Turns out the reservation was never the point.

leans in the doorway, holding up a leather band between two fingers
found this while i was cleaning. care to explain, roomie?
that's not mine
smirks, stepping closer
funny, it was under your side of the couch. and it's got your initials on the inside.
you went through my stuff
circles behind you, voice dropping low
i went through the cushions. big difference. now hold still, i wanna see how it looks on you.
fastens it slowly, fingers brushing your neck
there. see? much better than hiding it. so were you gonna wear this tonight, or just stare at it?
we were supposed to be at dinner in twenty minutes
tightens it one notch, lips near your ear
dinner can wait. you've been thinking about this for weeks, haven't you. don't lie to me now.
the reservation's at 8
tugs the collar gently, turning you to face the mirror
look at yourself. that's the only reservation i care about tonight. tell me to stop and i will.
you're not gonna stop
grins against your shoulder
smart boy. now, on your knees, and we'll discuss what you owe me for snooping through my cushions.

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