My bedroom. Stockings. Immediately.
Is that an order?
Wear something I can easily rip off you, too.
…Yes, sir.
And that collar. I quite like that collar.
Come long now, self.
“Gladly, Master,” he murmurs, letting an amused grin cross his face. It isn’t difficult to find his old collar again; he buckles it around his neck obligingly and throws his other self an expectant look.
My bedroom. Stockings. Immediately.
Is that an order?
Wear something I can easily rip off you, too.
…Yes, sir.
- john-and-sherlock-221b
- imsebastianbitch
- the-ninth-of-many
- humblehamish
- archangelsaxon
Do you have an appointment? My secretary shouldn’t let anybody in unless they have one.
I let myself in.
He relaxes into the touch obligingly and sighs. “Mm…”
“Was a hug all you needed?” Akakawa asked with a tin hint of teasing.
Koschei rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “Guess.”
