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[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.

[caycay]

[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.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[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.

[caycay]

[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.

[caycay]

[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?