"No! You need to wear it because it's sexy," Lucas stressed.
"But these pants are too tight, and this thing around my chest-"
"It's a harness, Babe," Lucas corrected.
"I'll tell you what it is. It's uncomfortable," Dakota whined, "And somehow itchy? It makes me feel like I'm wearing a bra."
"What's wrong with that?" Lucas argued, then threw something at him. It was a leather jacket. "Wear that over it, and all the submissives will be dripping with attraction for you, including me."
"And I think Avil maybe overdid it with the makeup," Dakota fussed, "My face feels like it has flour on it."
"Avil knows what he's doing. You look stunning," Lucas reassured. Dakota sobered up from his stress fest to check out Lucas.
Lucas was dressed in those short shorts he owned- seemingly the only pants he wore to the club. He also wore a harness, but It had loops hooked to it- for what reason, Dakota had no idea. He had small chains stretching from one belt loop to another, and his top was a sheer, shredded crop top.
He might as well had not worn any clothes.
"You look stunning," Dakota replied, eyeing up Lucas's nipples from underneath the sheer fabric. He was brave enough to do that now. In fact, the last couple of weeks felt like a lifetime with Lucas, and suddenly, his fear of sex seemed...irrational and irrelavent.
Whenever Lucas looked at him with those caring blue eyes, or tilted his head in curiosity, or accidentally screamed too loud in excitement- Dakota's heart swelled. Lucas understood him perfectly. Lucas was willing to sacrifice things he enjoyed for Dakota's sake, and he was willing to show his vulnerable side.
The green-haired boy really took that sentiment to heart and mind, and he decided Lucas was a pretty great first boyfriend. Even if they were to break up one day, Dakota knew he would never regret their relationship- and, to him, that was a pretty amazing thing to have.
And if they stayed together forever? That would be even better.
"Ready for the club?" Lucas smiled mischevieously, but there was a hint of excitement.
"Hmmmm," Dakota replied, pretending to be in deep thought, "Not quite."
"Look, Koty, I know you're nervous but- uh, what are you doing?" Lucas watched curiously as Dakota slid a box out from under the pillows of their bed.
Even though it was Dakota's birthday, he got Lucas a gift. He handed the box, which was no bigger than a necklace box, to Lucas, who seemed shocked.
"Dakota! I didn't even get you a present, unless you count the blowjobs!" Lucas gasped, "Now I feel guilty. I'm sorry I didn't-"
"It's fine, Kitten," Dakota said softly, loving how Lucas was looking at him. "Open it," he urged.
Lucas looked at the box suspiciously, but easily relented. He opened the box to reveal...a leather collar.
Lucas picked it up and observed it. It had "Dakota" embroidered into the leather.
"The hell... Dakota?" Lucas stared at it, mouth wide open.
"I- uh- Did some research," Dakota said blushing, stratching the back of his neck. "I was going to put 'Kitten' on it, but I searched up some references on different sites. They all had things like Master or like the dominant's name on it. So, I thought that was like- a thing or something. Plus you really like being called mine, so I thought-"
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Finding Yourself
RomanceBDSM was not the lifestyle Dakota Moore had in mind. He had spent most of his teenage career running away from orphanages and taking care of his homeless little sisters. Once they were adopted by two rich gay guys, everything in Dakota's life sudden...
