The collar fit perfectly; blue leather against pale skin, and Reggie smiled. His hand sunk deep into Eugene’s hair, rubbing behind eager ears that would’ve pricked if they could.
“You’re a good boy,” he murmured. “Aren’t you? My good boy.”
Eugene’s eyes closed in bliss, and the tiniest of whimpers escaped his lips. “T-tell me again?” he whispered.
Reggie rubbed down the back of Eugene’s neck, fingers skimming the collar. “You’re mine, aren’t you Eugene?”
A nod, throat swallowing hard against leather, erection pressing against rough jeans. Anything, oh anything to hear it again.
“You are such a good boy.”