Declan's fingers grasp the ring on the front of the collar his boyfriend is wearing and promises himself one day he'll get a leash for it. He knows how badly tugging on the collar riles Virgil up and that's exactly what he wants. Virgil, beneath him, his eyes squeezed shut, trying not to buck his hips upwards for some desired friction. He won't last long, soon enough he'll be begging for it, for his touch.
So, he tugs again, a little harder, on the collar. And Virgil lets out a choked off moan, breathing hard, then whispers, "please, Dee, please."
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #2
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not. Part one: https://www.wattpad.com/530151779-sanders-sides-drabbles-hot-and-bothered-lamp Part three: https://www.wattpad.com/722223010-sanders-sides-drabbles-3-pet-names-logince
