"Don't come until I'm done, Bowie. It'll be worth it." Paul's voice was lovely, warm.
"All right." He took a deep breath and let it go slowly, holding onto his control.
Finally the sound stopped, Paul picking up a spray bottle. "You can come, Bowie."
Then a cold tingle something hit his arm, killing the burn and making him arch. He cried out, coming just like that, his skin just on fire.
Peter's eyes were filled with tears. "O...oh, Paulie. P...p...p...perfect."
"I want to see." His voice was hoarse, as if well used.
Paul brought a mirror over -- the whip bright and perfect, circling his arm three times.
He gasped. "Oh, Paul... it's perfect." He met the dark eyes, reached for Paul's cheek.
Paul's eyes were warm, pleased. "You like it?"
"I do. Very much. And now I belong to you both." Paul's fingers stroked the piercing in his sac, Peter investigating the ink. "Well? What do you think?" His voice was husky, need returning.
"You're ours."
Peter nodded. "O...ours."
"Yes, my Pretties. I am yours." He opened his arms again for his boys.
They pressed close, Paul's lips finding his throat, Peter's on his mouth. He purred into Peter's mouth, fingers searching for the rings his Pets wore.
They rubbed against him, groaning and moaning. Paul's lips found his ear. "Going to make us yours now?"
"You always have been," he told Paul, turning to nip at his pet's lips.
"You sure?" Paul was laughing, happy, his beautiful boys.
He nodded, reaching out and touching a bruise he'd left on Paul's hip. "Yes. I am."
"Yeah." Paul nodded. "We are too."
"Yes."
He cleared his throat again. He hadn't been planning on doing this -- it was their night to mark him -- but perhaps it was apt that it all happen at once. Together.
"I have collars. For the two of you. To wear."
"Us?"
"R...really?"
"Collars?"
"R...really?"
"Yes, really."
He stroked their cheeks, looking into their eyes. "I would like you to wear them. To show everyone that you are mine just as I am yours."
They nodded in unison, fingers twining together, dark eyes shining.
"Bring me my pants." The collars were in his pocket. He carried them always.
Peter slid down, grabbed them and handed them over; Paul petting his belly.
He pulled the collars out of his front pocket, holding them out for his pretty Pets. The collars were each made of three pieces of leather, one green and two brown, braided intricately together. He'd done the braid work himself, going to Mouse for the locks, which were white gold and both opened with a single key that he had on a another piece of braided green and brown leather that he could wear as a necklace.
"Oh..."
Paul and Peter reached out together, fingers trembling.
"Pretty."
"F...fine."
"They lock in place." He pulled out the key from his pocket. "I'll wear the key around my neck, next to my heart."
Peter looked at Paul, eyes shining. "W...we'll m...match."
Paul nodded. "We're a set, Petey."
He nodded. "There's only one key for both collars."
Peter nodded, holding Paul tight. "I...I...I...I love you. B...both."
Bowie hummed a little. "Yes, I love you both as well."
Paul just nodded, eyes soft, a little teary.
"Let's go home, my Pets. And celebrate our claiming."
Peter helped slide his pants on while Paul slicked nu-skin on his arm.
"I am in the mood tonight for tying you up in ropes of green and red and white and then fucking you both long and hard."
"Before or after you collar us?" Paul kissed his shoulder and scooted away, cleaning the equipment.
"Hmm... you know, I believe we'll do that first. Right now in fact."
He stood and brought Peter over to where Paul was, demanding his Pretties' attention. Their eyes were so similar, more and more so as Peter grew strong and Paul relaxed, learned to trust him.
"So beautiful. I know that I am honored to be marked by the two of you, proud to belong to you. And just as proud that you belong to me. Wearing my collars will let everyone know that you are mine, that I have taken you forever."
"Forever? Really? Both of us?" Paul gave him a wondering smile, eyes full. "Even me?"
"Didn't I say we were strongest as a triangle? I need both of you. Not one or the other. Both."
He put Paul's collar on first, the click of the lock closing loud. He nodded with satisfaction. "Mine."
"Yours." Paul's fingers slid around the collar. "Yours."
Peter smiled nodded, chin lifting eagerly for him. He put Peter's collar on as well, nodding again as the lock closed audibly. "Also mine."
"Y...yours." Peter grinned, kissed him.
He purred, kissing Peter and then Paul and then both of them.
"Home," he ordered, needing, wanting to see them wrapped in his ropes.
He handed over the leather necklace with the key and bent his head. They put the key over his head, two lips kissing the top of his head.
"Home, Bowie."
"Y...yeah."
"Yes, my pretty Pets. Home."
He put an arm around each of them and led them home.
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