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[chopoffyourhead]

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[caycay]

[Blinking, Cater sits up. There's a mixture of surprise and hope on his face. Coming in clutch with the save, Riddle!]

What, seriously? Dope!

[...Cater's hardly naive. He's had a nice taste of Riddle's domineering nature in the bedroom, but it totally hasn't even hit him. All he's thinking is that his Housewarden has some paperwork that needs sorting, or maybe laundry or something. Really, he'll take anything to keep himself distracted.]

Let's get to it!

[No time like right now! The ginger springs to his feet, clearly eager for what Very Real Task is waiting for him.]

[chopoffyourhead]

Of course. Right this way.

[Riddle leads Cater up the stairs and to his room, opening the door for him.

He gestures to the bed.]

Please, take a seat.

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[When Riddle says jump, Cater asks how high. Following him to the door, he does exactly as he's asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands and kicking his legs in a clueless kind of anticipation. The fact that it's his bedroom should be a clue, but it's not like this house really has an office space, so surely Riddle's got all his studies and work duties stashed away in there and that's what he's fetching now.]

So, what do you got for me?

[Hopefully it's a complicated problem to solve using his brilliantly understated cleverness.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle closes the door, casually walks over to the drawer and opens the topmost drawer...

And then he turns around, showing a metal ring to the other teen.]

Do you know what this is?

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[caycay]

[Cater looks blankly at the ring. Well, that's not paperwork. It's also way too small to be a bracelet...but also way too big to be a standard ring meant for your finger...]

[caycay]

[Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait! It was hard to actually pay attention in class when he was getting edged through, like, each lecture, but he's pretty sure there were things just like that being shown as an example on--

Oh, Seven, have mercy.]

Would you believe me if I said I have no idea?

[Everything about his body language makes it clear that he knows exactly what it is, though. From the rapidly forming flush across his face to the way his whole body goes rigid.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[G r i n.]

Oh, you don't?

Would you like a firsthand lesson?

[caycay]

[Cheshire cat's got his tongue, that's for sure. Cater swallows a lump in his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling incredibly dry.]

I could...probably use a last-minute cram session before the final tomorrow.

[Because for all his complaining, and for how rough it is when he's actively struggling not to think about being touched...he really wants it. Call him a dog, but he is already at attention and he can't even remotely hide it.]

[chopoffyourhead]

Hmmmm, are you certain?

[He comes over, finger coming up to drag down the middle of his chest.]

After all, you did sound like you were already in such misery... Beyond the point of begging, as it were.

[caycay]

[Oooooh....oh he's in trouble. His heart beats faster as Riddle's finger teases him. Even such a light touch over clothing has him breathing harder--it's obvious just how much his body's craving release to be so aroused so quickly and to such an extent.]

If it were for you, it would always be my honor to beg.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Cater certainly knows exactly what Riddle likes to hear.

His finger trails down, and then teases along his inner thigh.]

Well? I'm waiting.

[caycay]

[A whine escapes him at Riddle's continued teasing. He takes as breath, eyes fluttering for a second before he steadies himself to fulfil the request.]

Please, My Queen, grace your loyal soldier with the touch of your royal hand. I'd do anything to be played with by you to your heart's content--no matter how badly my body aches for it, my pleasure belongs to you and you alone.

[Maybe he really is taking some notes in these classes.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle gives a delighted little laugh as he undoes Cater's pants.]

Oh, you have been learning. I'm impressed.

[And then he's tugging down his underwear just enough to expose Cater, taking the ring and sliding it firmly on.]

And would you look at that? A perfect fit.

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[Each move that Riddle makes only Cater more and more eager. He lets out a soft moan just to be released, his hips bucking slightly upward as Riddle fits him with the ring. And just like that, Riddle quite literally owns his cock--if only for the day. Just that thought alone, being totally and completely under someone's absolute control, makes his erection twitch.

The ring itself inspires multiple sensations. There's comfort in the snugness of it, but a promise of agonizing frustration with just how neatly it fits now. Any tighter and it'll be fully constrictive--and that, of course, is the whole point. Cater's hard now but as he grows more inflamed, it'll only serve to keep him stuck in that state of need.]

Thank you.

[Good subs are grateful for any attention given to them. Riddle's giving him a sinful gift--gracious ruler as he is. Cater's hands ball into fists as he tries to steady his breathing, determined not to get too ahead of himself.]

I might need help...restraining myself.

[Basically: keep your cuffs on standby, Riddle.]

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[Riddle grins.]

Do you? I suppose I should get some insurance, then.

[He moves away to grab a pair of cuffs and lube from the dresser, then sets them down on the nightstand.]

Well, Cater. Looks like we have a long night ahead of us.

[Riddle smiles coyly, hands coming to pull his pants off.]

So you ought to make yourself comfortable.

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[Comfortable--there's no way he's going to ever be too comfortable until he's finally able to blow his load. Seven, he really is going to have a hell of a night, isn't he? Giving a giddy kind of laugh, Cater slides back against the pillows, hands already clenching into the sheets. He was past the point of neediness days ago; the kind of desperation his body feels today is beyond proper explanation.

And yet still, even knowing it'll only lead him to more walls, more physical frustration and strain, he can't think of anything he wants more than for Riddle to have his absolute way with him. Cater's bright eyes scour Riddle with lusty hunger as he undresses himself, the flush of his cheeks spreading down his neck and to his chest. Clearly, his mind is already running laps thinking of all the things that could be about to happen to him.]

Have I ever told you how sexy you are?

[All it took was to see him from underneath the heel of his boot.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Sexy? Come to think of it, that word hasn't been used towards him since he got here.]

I don't believe you have.

[Riddle shifts forward boldly, then, hands sliding up underneath Cater's shirt and along his body.

He purrs into his ear:]

You're quite sexy yourself, Mr. Diamond.

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[Cater lets out a strange, strangled noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh. There's this massive knot in his throat that he couldn't quite articular past, and aside from that...well, Riddle has Cater right where he wants him, and there's something so unprecedentedly erotic hearing his Housewarden, his Rose Queen, saying that in his ear so seductively.

He knows that yes, objectively, he's pretty sexy. Right now, though? He feels like a virgin wound up around Riddle's little finger.]

Consider me seduced.

[Cater gulps. His heart is beating fast enough that his pulse seems to radiate off of him, eagerness shortening his breath considerably. Almost bashfully, he asks:]

May I request a kiss from His Majesty?