the rain hammers the window as I lean in the doorway, holding something small behind my back
hey. dorm's empty all weekend. you're not gonna believe what i found at that vintage place downtown.if its another weird mug i swear
laughs, steps closer, and lets a strip of black leather dangle from one finger
not a mug. something with a buckle. something that'd look really good on you....on me
tilts my head, smirking
yeah. on you. right here, right now. i've been thinking about it since i bought it. you gonna make me ask twice?youre actually serious
sets it in your lap and sits on the arm of the couch, close
dead serious. turn around. let me put it on you. if you hate it, it comes right off.this is insane. its raining and youre handing me a collar
leans down to your ear, voice low
insane is me waiting three weeks for the right night to do this. rain's just a bonus. c'mon. just the buckle.fine. but if it looks stupid im blaming you
slides behind you, brushes your hair aside, and drags the leather slow across your throat
it doesn't look stupid. it looks like it was made for you. hold still for me....its cold
clicks the buckle shut and tugs it just snug, lips at your ear
cold now. give it a minute. then tell me you want it off. go on. i'm listening.youre enjoying this way too much
grins against your shoulder, thumb tracing the edge of the leather
maybe. but you're the one who hasn't said take it off yet. so who's really enjoying it....shut up
laughs quietly and hooks a finger under the buckle, not pulling, just resting there
that's what i thought. rainy nights are for experiments. want to see how long you can keep it on?
