Good boy
Title: Good Boy
Pairing: Rodbela
Rating: PG-13
He was sitting in the cafeteria, the last table from the door, as usual. It was quiet - too quiet for his likes.
Soft footsteps in the hall, coming closer. He didn't turn, just kept staring at the snow-flecked lane under a steel sky. There was only a flicker in his eyes as a warm arm snaked around his waist, when smoky breath caressed his skin as Spanish endearments he didn't understand were whispered into his ear.
After some minutes like that, the hand on his stomach swept up to his chest, tugged sharply on the nipple rings. There was the sound of a bullsnap being clipped to the spiked collar he wore.
Then that slow, sinful voice again.
"Be a good pet and come home, will you."
He followed without thinking.