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[the_cupbearer]

[ Smiling. ] I love our wedding bands.

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[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.