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Gar’s body, hiding his burning cheeks in Gar’s shoulder.
    Gar’s arm went around him, and then his master picked him up cradling him against Gar’s solid chest. “Thank you for witnessing. There’s cake for everyone. Michael and I will join you once we’ve cleaned up.” With that Gar carried him toward the showers.
    “Master.” He buried his face. “Thank you.”
    “How are you feeling?” Gar asked, long legs eating up the space so they were quickly in the quiet back hall. Instead of going to the showers, though, Garth went into one of the private rooms. He’d obviously set this up in advance, too.
    “More focused. I was very angry when I left work. Frustrated.” He’d learned, years ago, to offer Garth all his truths, especially when he didn’t want to.
    “Bad days will do that. Can we put it in a box until tomorrow to deal with then? I really want tonight to be special for you.” Gar sat on the bed, having left the lights low. The room had no doubt been prepared for them, but he couldn’t make anything out. Besides, Garth demanded his attention stay right there, on his master’s face.
    “Absolutely.” And he meant that, soul deep. He slipped out of Gar’s arms and knelt in front of Gar, forehead on his master’s knees as he breathed in the scent of leather.
    Gar’s hand slid over his head, fingers stroking through his hair. “I love you, Michael. More every day.”
    “Thank you.” They sat together for a long time, breathing together, at peace.
    Finally, Garth tilted his head and took a long, slow kiss. “You want your gift, baby?”
    “I love your presents, Master. You always surprise me.”
    “This one is special.” Gar reached back on the bed and came up with a box wrapped in shiny silver paper with a metallic blue bow.
    “Can I open it?” At Gar’s nod, he ripped the paper open. Inside was a black leather collar with a single, large ruby in the center. “Oh my god...” His mouth went dry.
    Gar was still, hands on his own thighs. “You’re mine. I want the world to know.”
    “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed Gar’s hand, the ring that matched his own there, ruby embedded in the gold band.
    “It matches,” Gar murmured.
    He knew. He’d seen the ruby.
    Gar took the collar from him. “Can I put it on you?”
    “Please.” He lifted his head, his heart beat speeding. “Please, Master.”
    Gar smiled solemnly and slowly put the collar around his neck, fingers brushing his skin as Gar locked it. Michael swallowed and the collar moved, sliding on his throat. Oh, god.
    “Fuck. You look amazing.”
    “Master.” He swallowed again, his fingers sliding over the leather. Just the touch made his cock jerk.
    “My boy. And now everyone who sees you knows.”
    He nodded, a warmth filling him, a pride. He met Gar’s eyes and saw a matching pride in his master’s eyes.
    “Master.” He wanted. Needed. “Let me please you?”
    Groaning, Gar spread his legs, offering himself over.
    “Thank you.” He leaned in, carefully unlacing Gar’s leathers.
    “Love your mouth, baby.”
    He knew. And he loved Gar’s cock, the way it filled him.
    He got the leathers undone and Gar’s prick pushed right out, eager for him. Michael moaned and surged up, taking Garth’s cock in deep.
    “Fuck!” Gar’s hands both landed on his head, fingers working through his hair.
    He went all the way to the root, sucking hard, focusing on nothing more than Gar’s low cries, the swell of that fat prick. His master’s sounds filled him as surely as that prick did.
    Michael swallowed hard, working the tip, making Gar feel it. With every swallow, he could feel the collar around his neck. Gar’s collar. His cock filled, heavy and hard between his thighs.
    He could feel Gar’s cock getting harder, too, as his master got close. He reached up, fingers rolling Gar’s balls, pushing the slightest bit.
    “Love!” Gar jerked and spunk poured down his throat.
    He swallowed hard,