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Finnick's expression takes on an almost childlike quality of awe. Any mask of casual charm is long gone. Honestly, whenever he's with Sky, he pretty much takes that mask and shoves it in a drawer. He doesn't need it with her, and that is such a relief. He can just relax and be himself.

He kisses her back very softly, then nods.

While they kissed, she gently took the necklace back, leaning back after a moment to scoot herself around behind him. It only took a few seconds to unclasp it, hook it around his neck, and clasp it again, letting the pendant rest against his collarbone.

Night Sky wrapped her arms around his middle, leaned her chest into his back, and pressed a kiss to his neck. "Now you can think of me always." She purred. "I have something else for you, too. But I have to ask—"

She moved a hand up and brushed her fingertips over his throat. "How do you feel about collars?"

Finnick touches the pendant gently where it lays between his collarbones, a perfect fit. She must have observed the usual length of his other necklaces or even used one as reference while making it... He closes his eyes as she presses into him, humming softly.

"Thank you, love."

To her question, his brow raises just slightly.

"Collars? As in..."

"Of course."

She chuckled and reached into the box again, pulling out the black leather collar, a chain with an o-ring along the front of it, loose enough someone could tug on it...

She set it in his lap and propped her chin on his shoulder. "Be mine, Finnick." She murmured. "If you like."

Finnick picks up the collar with two hands, marvelling at it for a moment as the gears turn in his head. He pulls on the ring, tightening the chain, and he gets a funny feeling in his gut, his cock twitching simultaneously. His stomach has butterflies in it all of a sudden, but he's not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. He turns enough to look at her face.

"Be yours?"

He wants to know... What she means by that, what that entails from her point of view. Of course, the concept isn't new to him, but everyone has different expectations, and for him, expectations are an intimidating beast at times.

She tilted her head to meet his eyes, expression soft and smile gentle.

"I mean, you are already mine." She murmured. "My sweet, darling baby boy. Who I love with all my heart. But I'd like you to be—" Night Sky hooked her finger into the ring of the collar and tugged. "My little slut. My good, good boy who will do anything I ask him, too." Her tone was sultry and low, then shifted quickly to that sweet lilt of adoration. May as well have been hearts in her eyes.

"Only if you want." And it was the most important thing to add. "Only if you really want that. And not just because I'm asking. I can take no for an answer."

Sky's words make his head swim. His body begins to react just hearing such words of potential praise out of the mouth of someone he's so attracted to. Before he can form words to respond, he falls against her lips, kissing her deeply for a moment before pulling back again, flustered. He's trying to think, trying to actually weigh this possibility.

"I... Well, I don't have the best experiences of being owned or being told what to do... But with you, I think I would like it a lot... I just... I can't guarantee anything right now, but I want to try it."

He closes his eyes, shakes his head.

"Sorry, does that make sense? I don't mean to give you a mixed signal."

There was a brief hesitation, if only because she didn't anticipate the sudden, intense kiss. Night Sky made sure to squeeze her arms around him tightly though — made sure to kiss him back and snap herself back to reality when they parted again, lips tingling.

"Shhh, baby. It's okay. I get it." She assured him. Night Sky set a kiss to the center of his forehead. "If you want to try it, we can. But you have to promise me the second you feel like you don't want it, you say the safeword, okay? Remember what it is?"

He feels a little more nervous at this. Can he promise that? Can he trust himself to do that? Or will his body do some kind of freeze or fawn thing instead if he's triggered?

He shakes his head. He doesn't remember.

"No, sorry..."

"Okay." She said calmly, taking the collar from him and setting it aside. Worry about that later. Night Sky pulled away from him so she could turn them both around to face each other properly, criss-cross applesauce on the bed. She took his hands and looked into his eyes.

"Let's think of something you'll remember. Something weird enough I would register it. Uh. Seashell? Oyster?"

He faces her, letting her take his hands. It's good that she takes consent so seriously, but he's not used to this kind of thing at all. He laughs shyly.

"Yeah, I guess oyster works."

"Say it a few times for me. Please." She said, squeezing his hands. "Make sure you really remember it. It's important, Finnick. You need to be able to tell me when you don't want something. I don't—" She bit her lip. "I'll never forgive myself if I hurt you."

He looks at her, the way she bites her lip, seems genuinely scared of doing anything he's not okay with. It's... Hard to wrap his head around, but he knows he would feel the same if he ever hurt her in a sexual situation.

He sighs softly.

"Okay."

He closes his eyes, pictures the oyster, squeezes her hand with his real one.

"Oyster... Oyster. Oyster."

He opens his eyes.

"I'll remember. Promise."

Night Sky would rather die a thousand deaths than ever hurt him. She patiently waited for him to finish before she leaned in to kiss him.

"Good." She murmured against his lips. "I want this to be fun for you, too."

Her fingers crept toward the collar after releasing his hand, holding it up for him to see. "Are you ready?"

He kisses her back then looks back at the collar. He tries to impress upon himself that this is serious, that he really does need to be honest with her about what he likes and doesn't like, or it would be bad.

He nods.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Hey." She curled her fingers under his chin and aligned their eyes, smiling brightly. "I love you." Kissed him once more, and then started unbuckling the collar, sliding herself into his lap so she could get close and fit it around his neck.

"I love you so much, baby girl. Thank you."

He helps her onto his lap, his hands rubbing and caressing her hips, waist, and ass as she collars him. It feels nice around his neck, and there's something psychologically arousing about it, too. Having her claim him physically.

She leaned back as she buckled the collar on, tilting his chin up with her fingertips. "How's it feel?" She asked. "Too tight? Not tight enough?"

And when given the confirmation either way and adjusted accordingly, she hooked her finger into the ring and tugged to test it.

"It's perfect," he says, feeling hornier by the second. As she tugs it tighter, his breath hitches. He laughs nervously, now getting very excited for what this whole scenario might entail. He pulls her closer by the waist, pulling her legs around his waist and her hips down onto his.

It was a good noise. A noise that roused the fire already stirring in her core. And it was so hard to not shove him down and ravish him immediately; the slow press of her hips into his lap making her moan softly.

"That's my good boy." She purred, the collar still pulled taut. "You kept our toys here for me, right?" She was sure she left a strap and a dildo or two around. "You want my cock for your birthday, baby?"

He exhales hot and heavy at that praise, his chin still lifted as though keeping his mouth ready for her.

"I do," he breathes. He wants ANY fucking thing she will give him, especially that.

"They're all clean and in the nightstand for you," he murmurs. Along with lube.

"Good." She kissed him, harder than all the ones before; tongue delving deep into his mouth, pulling him into it with another tug upon the collar's chain. When she pulled back, it was with scraping teeth over his lower lip.

"Get undressed for me, baby." She purred, loosening her grip so she could slide off his lap. "Nice and slow."

He moans into her mouth, opening it readily to allow her in. As she pulls away, he's already dizzy with arousal, all the blood flooding to his cock.

He begins to unbutton his shirt, slowly, watching her. He's hyper-aware of the feeling of both collar and necklace, one signalling her romantic and platonic claim over him, the other her sexual claim. It feels... Very good.

Night Sky stood up and dragged the lone chair in the room closer to the bed, flopping down into it and crossing her legs, elbow propped on the arm and her cheek resting in her palm.

"That's it, baby." She said appreciatively, bright eyes watching the way his fingers worked the buttons free. "Let me see you. Mm. Bet you're so hard for me already and I've barely even touched you."

As she watches him, his body instinctively does its peacocking thing, posing and accentuating himself to look sexy as he takes his shirt off. But there's a growing sense of discomfort. He doesn't like being... Ogled, as much as one might assume he does. He's done this sort of thing far too many times in stressful and negative situations for it to even feel good with Sky. He inhales, as if to say something, then exhales instead, deflating slightly. It doesn't feel worthy of a whole safe word, but:

"Uh, can we do this a different way? I don't really like being... Watched like this. Sorry." He looks down, his cheeks heating up.

"You- you can undress me though, if you want."

WEH

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