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[the_cupbearer]

[ Smiling. ] I love our wedding bands.

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[the_cupbearer]

No, baby. [ Finally he lets out a soft huff of air like a little laugh. ] I hadn't asked you about it, because I hadn't figured out how to ask you playfully without it being a dog joke. Not because I was worried about your reaction.

I know you would have considered it--but we've played with toys before, and you didn't hate them then, I didn't think you'd hate the idea now.

[ironrider]

Ganymede...when it's between us, me and you, you don't have to do that. You don't have to find the right way. Just talk to me.

[the_cupbearer]

Is it wrong that I wanted it to be sexy?

It's not something I've ever asked another person.

[ironrider]

Of course not.

Then ask me. Make it sexy. Do that thing with your voice that I love.

[the_cupbearer]

[ Ganymede waited a moment, taking a breath before he lifted his hand to fit the web of his thumb and palm around Ashley's neck, pressing forard enough that he and his husband are chest-to-chest. When he speaks, his voice is low, soft and silky as it usually is only when he is incredibly angry. ]

I want to see a collar around your neck, baby. Right...here.

[ironrider]

There he is. [Ash said as his husband's hand circled his neck. He swallowed, his throat moving against his palm.] Whatever you want...yes. I'm yours.

[the_cupbearer]

[ The way Ashley's throat moved under his hand got Ganymede swallowing too, breathing out slowly and squeezing ever-so-gently at the sides of Ashley's neck, feeling the pulse of his blood thrumming under his fingertips. His eyelids lift and lower again, a soft hum bubbling up. This was a role he knew very well how to fill, though he hadn't done it in ages. ] That's it, good boy... We'll have to find you a collar that fits you.