---- This story is a fictional fantasy based on the relationship between my loving boyfriend and myself. Names are changed. For anyone still holding out hope of closure on my other series, I will probably never write chapter 8. I just lost motivation and inspiration because I knew how I wanted it to end (no more hypnotic control and enjoying a summer vacation on a sailboat by the beach) but couldn't get myself to write the part in between to get the story there. Hope people enjoy this little story though, even if it's a few days after Christmas! ----
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Marco fumbled with his keys before grabbing the correct one and sliding it home into the lock. The metal caught once before finally turning all the way. With his other gloved hand, Marco wrenched the door handle down while holding the key in place.
Warm air rushed to greet him. Marco wasted no time in hurrying inside onto the rug and slamming the door behind him. The house was toasty, but the real pleasure was the sudden lack of ten mph winds freezing his face. He sighed in contentment and kicked off his snowy boots and was as careful as ever to make sure they weren't dripping on the wood.
Now that his nose was at least partially thawed out, he detected the scent of some sort of meat wafting into the foyer from the kitchen. Chicken perhaps? Marco hopped into his furry slippers and set off towards the kitchen, excited to see his boyfriend.
Marco reached the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the polished wood as he looked inside. Toby was staring at a pot on the stove and wearing an expression of unrelenting boredom. Toby was wearing nothing other than a skimpy pink apron that fell maybe five inches above his knees. Other than the small strings holding it on his body across his lower back and neck, Toby's entire backside from his ankle to his head was exposed.
Toby was wearing nothing else except the furry pink collar that Marco had latched onto his neck in the morning after ordering him into the apron. Marco had forbidden Toby from wearing anything else until he got back. It seemed as though Toby had obeyed. What a good boy.
Marco pushed away from the doorway and walked towards the stove. Toby glanced over and offered a cute smile and a little wink. Once in grabbing range, Marco rubbed the bare skin of Toby's arms and leaned in to kiss Toby's neck.
Toby shivered and tilted his neck like he always did to silently beg for more attention there. He gently pulled against Marco's hands.
"Ohh you're cold!" he whined.
Marco let go of his arms and reached his hands underneath the apron instead and fondled Toby's tight abs and then tweaked his little nipples while continuing to plant kisses along his neck. Toby gasped and wiggled in pleasure and the front of his apron seemed to tent instantly.
"I see you're still wearing the apron like I told you to. It's definitely a nice sight to come home to. Too much white outside."
"Of course, you know I'm always good," said Toby.
"Oh yeah? I seem to remember your behavior differently usually."
He reached down and stroked Toby's dick a few times. Toby's knees shook and he emitted a soft moan. Marco turned Toby around and pressed him against the counter and continued stroking as he kissed his boyfriend hard on the lips. He forced his tongue into Toby's warm mouth and his lover accepted it with a submissive grace. He loved the feeling of Toby moaning against his lips while he tried to kiss Marco back.
After a few minutes he had mercy and pulled his face away. Toby was breathing heavily and looked flushed. He ceased his teasing of Toby's cock and gave it a flick with his finger.
"Were you a good boy with this big distraction today too? You didn't jerk off or cum, did you? I know usually the second I look away you're already jerking off to some dirty fantasy."
"I didn't. It was hard to resist though since it kept rubbing against the apron," he said.
"Wow, such a good boy. You must be finally learning some discipline," said Marco. He stroked Toby's head, earning a little content smile. He grabbed one of Toby's wrists and rubbed his hand against the crotch of his jeans.
"Oooo," said Toby. "What's this?"
"Your fault. I've been thinking about my little slut all collared and sexy alone at home while I was out today. Now you can take care of it though."
"Me? I'm just so busy cooking though and you know I'm straight," said Toby with a cocky expression as he looked at Marco's crotch.
"Oh of course. This chicken would just be ruined if you didn't continue to stare at it like you were when I got home," said Marco.
"I love how understanding you always are," said Toby. He turned away and began to stare intensely at the stove.
Marco quickly found the fuzzy cuffs where he had left them earlier and returned to quickly slap them onto Toby's wrists behind his back.
