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"WHY DID YOU
take your collar off, baby?" Corbyn tensed at the expected question, it was already the following evening and Daniel hadn't asked until they both lay soundly in bed, Corbyn's head forced on the older's chest. The humiliation struck him as he tried to remember what all had happened, but he wasn't reminded of a thing. "I don't know." He mumbled as reply, finding it to be better than the obvious, real reason. "You do know, i do not want you to lie to me again. Now, tell me."
"I just needed to go to the bathroom, that's all." His cheeks warmed visibly, Daniel's fingers raking through the strands of hair. "Corbyn, i basically forced you to wear a diaper for that exact reason, you didn't have to take the collar off and it's strange to me that you did for such an absurd thing then panicked about it and cried." The shorter's eyes fluttered closed in frustration, he would never win an argument if started.
"Hey, look at me." His hand settled itself around Corbyn's throat, skin warm as the leather felt oddly cold. Corbyn's eyes opened at the feeling, teeth nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he moved his head to stare up at him. "I want you to explain yourself."
"I tried to, Dani, i swear, but i just couldn't. And it started to hurt my stomach, but i really tried to! I swear. Then i just panicked and i don't know!" The pout was visible as his once pale cheeks turned candy red, again. It wasn't hard when Daniel continued to force Corbyn to humiliate and embarrass himself. "Hmm." The older hummed as reply, tightening his grip. "Dani, you're hurting me." The brunet announced to him softly, hands rising to get a hold of Daniel's wrist, but the taller's fingers only tightened more, airway closing.
"I'm sorry, puppy." His hand had not retreated, pathetic breaths falling from Corbyn's lips. His nails left crescent marks in Daniel's skin, eyes locked with ocean blue, but still there was no reaction. The shorter's tears fell freely, lips parted in panic. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, no air being able to fill his lungs.
"You know, he struggled more than you, pup. Fought much harder. And, still, i want you to live. You over him." Daniel's fingers slowly freed him, making sure there was a careful intake of breath every time he loosened his grip a little, he didn't want Corbyn hurting any more. The shorter was finally able to breathe calmly, his tears being wiped away, while his shaking hands were held. "I could have let him live that time, just like i did you, but i didn't want him to. He was nothing compared to you."
"Why did you do that?" Corbyn sniffled, hand rising to his hurting throat. "You just seem unable to kill, i wanted to test the theory." The taller pulled him into his arms, careful of the recently disinfected wound. Corbyn's face was hidden in Daniel's neck, his arms propped under him in fright and his legs were tangled with his captor's.
"You told me you didn't want to hurt me." He mumbled out, feeling Daniel's arm tighten around his waist, his free hand brushing through Corbyn's hair. "I don't. Trust me, pup, the last thing i want to do is harm you, but sometimes you look so fragile, so fucking easy," He paused, turning his lips to Corbyn's ear. "I could take you any fucking moment and you wouldn't see it coming." The whisper sent chills down his spine, eyes tearing up when Daniel's hand traveled down his body, resting on the back of his thigh.
"But you won't hurt me, right? You promised me i wouldn't have to be scared of you, you promised not to hurt me." Daniel smiled lightly, kissing the red, tear-streaked cheek. "All i do is love you, pup." The older situated his hands under Corbyn's armpits, lifting him up as he lay back against the headboard.
"All i'm ever going to do is love you, puppy. I promise. You're my pup, mine only." Daniel hooked his finger between the leather collar, pulling Corbyn close. "You're collared, you're mine. Do you understand that?" Their lips collided gently, their heads leaning to the right. "I understand," Corbyn mumbled against his lips, hands rising to Daniel's hair. "I understand completely."
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collar - why don't we
FanfictionOnce Corbyn Besson left his friend's home, he was never seen again. The seventeen year old would do anything to escape the collar around his neck, hands travelling over his captor's body. Daniel Seavey wouldn't notice a thing, believing his puppy to...