[ He can almost - almost - hide the flicker of interest in his expression at that tone, at the finger curling around his collar. God damn, this party's been boring, but now he gets to go play?
And that's all it's going to be, he'd pretty sure. A light punishment just to remind him who's boss (as though he could ever forget!) and put on an act for everyone else. That latter's more about him than Darius, though. He never wants anyone getting the idea that even though he's Daddy's equal, he can get away with anything. He wants them to know he chooses to be Puppy.
He chooses to be punished, too.
(And he definitely wants those two fuckers to know Daddy punishes him and it's so good, every fucking time. Not like they ever got.)
Setting his drink down, he schools his expression to one of subtle contrition, maybe faint fear. Oh, no, he's really in for it now! his expression acknowledges. (The thing is, he's not really all that contrite (yet) or fearful (yet.)) He follows Darius's lead to the door, noting that by the time they pass through it, they've lost most of the party's attention.
The door exits into a hall; once it closes behind him, he slides his hand down into Darius's and begins to swing them as they walk, his contrition and fear replaced with a cheerful smile. He might as well be humming and skipping, he feels so happy.
The smile turns to a grin if Darius looks at him, and really, he can't resist chirping: ]
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And that's all it's going to be, he'd pretty sure. A light punishment just to remind him who's boss (as though he could ever forget!) and put on an act for everyone else. That latter's more about him than Darius, though. He never wants anyone getting the idea that even though he's Daddy's equal, he can get away with anything. He wants them to know he chooses to be Puppy.
He chooses to be punished, too.
(And he definitely wants those two fuckers to know Daddy punishes him and it's so good, every fucking time. Not like they ever got.)
Setting his drink down, he schools his expression to one of subtle contrition, maybe faint fear. Oh, no, he's really in for it now! his expression acknowledges. (The thing is, he's not really all that contrite (yet) or fearful (yet.)) He follows Darius's lead to the door, noting that by the time they pass through it, they've lost most of the party's attention.
The door exits into a hall; once it closes behind him, he slides his hand down into Darius's and begins to swing them as they walk, his contrition and fear replaced with a cheerful smile. He might as well be humming and skipping, he feels so happy.
The smile turns to a grin if Darius looks at him, and really, he can't resist chirping: ]
Last punishment before I'm your husband.
[ "Lethal". Sure. ]