Beautiful

Rodolphus woke first, his boyfriend held securely in his arms, not an altogether uncommon awakening by any means. He smiled at the expected weight upon his chest, felt thoughout every night since they had first begun sharing their bed. There were no differences at all in the scene. Many a quiet Sunday had passed with the two of them in these positions, each with their own book, occasionally sharing a line or a kiss between chapters.

He gently nudged Cyprien off of his chest and, for the first time, remembered last night. At these nudges Cyprien ordinarily woke immediately, wanting always to see Rodolphus off before he left for the Dark Lord. This morning was different. Cyprien slept on, and peacefully, because he had been ordered to. What a beautiful spell this was... So many marital disputes could so easily be put to rest.

Rodolphus stretched a bit, contemplating what he would make for their breakfast. He liked to serve Cyprien occasionally, to-- Ah, but no. He'd forgotten again. This was far from the time for such tenderness. "Wake."

Cyprien's eyes flashed open immediately, and he turned his head to quickly meet Rodolphus' eye. 

Rodolphus smiled slowly at him, running a great many scenarios through his mind. There were so many opportunities... What would Cyprien not ordinarily do? More importantly, what did he himself want? "Go fetch breakfast."

Cyprien rose and went off to do so, thoughts still only just humming in the back of his calm mind.

Rodolphus then got out of bed himself, making his way down the hall and up another flight of stairs to the top floor. He magicked the ladder down and walked up, searching out the sex toys he had not yet used with Cyprien. There were a good many, some for pleasure, some for pain... Rodolphus wanted the latter today. Pain. Control. Knowing Cyprien must accept, could not call the safe word... It was so attractive. He would keep his boyfriend safe, of course, but he certainly intended to bend their norms. Disregard some absolutes. Leave him broken and bleeding and begging for more.

Rodolphus sifted through one of the boxes, and, with a smile, lifted it and took it downstairs. He took a seat on the bed and waited for his breakfast, still making decisions. Could dress him up? He'd make such a pretty little whore, that gorgeous ass would complement anything. Or have him on hands and knees, a puppyslut instead... Rodolphus had wanted to collar the boy since they'd met. Now would be as good a time as any.

Cyprien knocked softly on the door, supporting the laden tray with a hand.

"Come in." He did so, and Rodolphus looked over the tray. Fruits, pancakes, tea... A very nice display. "Set it on the bed." 

Obediently, Cyprien set the tray down, eyes on Rodolphus' face, ready for any possible order. 

Rodolphus took a strawberry and bit it, then turned his eyes to Cyprien. "Hands and knees."

Again, Cyprien obliged immediately, no thoughts of protest near the surface of his mind. Nor anywhere else, for that matter. He kept his head up to continue looking at Rodolphus.

Rodolphus smiled at him and resumed eating the fruit, taking only a few bites of the pancakes. He held his hand down to Cyprien. "Lick it clean, slut."

Cyprien's mouth opened wide to accept a finger, but was disappointed to find it was out of reach. He strained towards Rodolphus' hand, arching and squirming against his rooted position on the floor. Then, moaning his dissatisfaction with the arrangement, Cyprien stuck out his tongue, only just grazing Rodolphus' palm for a taste of strawberry.

Rodolphus watched this, amused immensely by his ineffective desire to please. This would almost have been more fun if Cyprien was genuinely unwilling... Realizing this, his decision was made. They would go off into kink indeed, the kinks Cyprien had stated were off-limits when their sex games had started growing more intense. No humiliation, he'd wanted? Well, it was time to try new things. "You are my good, obedient fuckpuppy, Cyprien. Do you understand?" He ran a slow finger around Cyprien's lips, unable to help finding the desperate licking that ensued arousing. Cyprien moaned his comprehension, nodding his head slightly as he arched still further towards Rodolphus' hand. "And you will do all that I ask of you." Again, a soft moan of a reply. Rodolphus smirked and moved two fingers into Cyprien's waiting mouth, closing his eyes at the feeling of his pet's mouth at work, sucking and licking. "Such a good whore..." he complimented, running a rough hand through Cyprien's hair. "Good whore."

Cyprien continued to suck and lick, not minding to be called whore or slut. The words came up often enough during their usual romps. There was something worrying, however, about the addition of "puppy" to the category. His mind was too groggy, though, to consider this too deeply, and he eagerly continued on Rodolphus' fingers. If he did well with this, it was nearly always Rodolphus' cock to follow, and he redoubled his efforts to earn his approval.

Rodolphus continued stroking Cyprien's hair, becoming more and more taken with this idea. He removed his hand slowly and wiped the spit remaining on them on Cyprien's cheek. "Such a good little slut. Stay still. Master has a present for you," he said with a smile. Rodolphus turned from Cyprien, knowing his eyes were trained on his back, and looked through the box until he had what he was seeking. "Ahh..." He turned to show Cyprien the black collar. "For my precious pet."

Cyprien's eyes showed the faintest glimmer of shock, both with Rodolphus' tone and the object in his hands. He kept his eyes on Rodolphus as he knelt in front of him, gently but firmly pulling his head back by the hair. He hardly heard Rodolphus' continued praises, normally treasured despite their patronizing elements, too distracted by the hand holding his hair out of the way as the collar was buckled in.

"There now, pet. Not so bad, was it?" Rodolphus said with a smile. He reminded himself that there was no need to be so nice to Cyprien, but he found himself unable to help it. Cyprien was helpless now, and Rodolphus was having him try something very new, that they were both unsure of. He patted Cyprien's head firmly, wondering if despite its storage the collar had retained its magic. "Good boy."