A/N: was mean and waiting till it hit 1k reads, but we're there now, yay.

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When I lay Owen down on the bed I'm taken unawares when my supposedly sleepy boy tightens his grip and pulls me down, finding my lips and covering them with his own, gently at first and then with increased demand.

"Are you not tired, Bunny?" I inquire gently.

"No, Gray. It's been a long week, but I want you. I've spent months thinking I was just a submissive to you, a sub that you were fond of, sure, but months of feeling as though I was the only one having those extra feelings. Now I have you, I'm going to make the most of it."

I chuckle. It's a sentiment I can get behind, plus I recognize Owen's need to cement the new aspect to our relationship, evidenced by using my name here, an environ he only usually uses 'Sir' in.

I strip Owen's t-shirt, running my fingers over his nipples, and I'm reminded of how they were the week before after their evening of being pulled and tormented.

"Such a shame we had to lose those clamps," I pout, "I was looking forward to torturing these sweet buds some more."

Owen purrs at the promise in my voice.

"Put some on now, please," his voice is a desperate whine, which he then ducks his head in embarrassment of – but I love just how quickly I can turn him into a quivering, needy mess.

I move to my dresser with unseemly haste, grabbing a pair of clamps, which I apply after briefly pulling at each nub with my teeth and tongue. They're harsher than the ones he was wearing last week, and he lets out a keening cry at the sharpness, thrusting himself up against my crotch.

"Oh, yes, Bunny, you like that don't you?"

"Fuck, yes, Gray, please, spank me."

That crude demand coming from my sweet boy's mouth pulls a growl from my throat as I flip Owen over, instructing him onto his hands and knees so I can warm that round fleshy ass with my hand.

"You know what, I think I need to punish you, though I'll save it for another day. I was dumb to not be clear in my feelings, but it was an accident. You intentionally hid things from me, and we are going to have to have a serious discussion about that. But later."

Owen pushes his face into the bed.

"Ellis did say you'd whoop my ass for hiding my feelings," he lets out a muffled giggle.

"And I will, but not tonight. I am going to spank your perfect ass, but this is for fun, not atonement."

When it's hot and red and Owen is whimpering in delight at the feelings running through his hyper-sensitive body, I pull him up, a strong forearm wrapped across his chest, working a lubed finger inside him, pulling at one of the clamps as I add a second finger. When Owen's head is thrown back in pleasure I slide inside, one long, stretching move.

"You like that, don't you, Owen? Your tight velvet walls being stretched out by me?"

"Fuck, yes I do. Go hard, Gray, I want it hard."

"Of course you do, my slutty boy," I nip his ear, slamming inside as I pull firmly at both of the clamps, forcing unintelligible mumbles from Owen's throat.

I push Owen's chest down so I can grip his narrow hips, watching myself slide into the tight ring of muscle. I can't resist sliding another finger inside, just to see the stretch more, making Owen raise himself up with a delighted cry.

"Come for me, Bunny," I demand. "Stroke that beautiful cock."

Owen complies and I can feel his muscles vibrate as he comes undone, slumping onto the bed, dragging me with him, the strong tremors pulling my own orgasm from my churning balls.

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When the playroom is finished I can't wait to show Owen, can't wait to christen it with him. I'm lucky: he has the whole weekend off, and I pick him up on Friday night to take him to mine, and even though what I have planned for him could put him out of action for our usual Saturday night fun, I'm willing to take that risk.

As soon as we're through the door, I pull Owen to me, covering his soft mouth with mine, probing forcefully, swallowing the moans that come from him.

"You ready to get into your headspace?"

"Yes, Sir," he murmurs in his delicate way, lowering his lashes.

"Go to the playroom, put on what is on the bed, if you're willing to, and wait for me," I instruct, barely able to keep the tremble of excitement out of my voice.

I hope it isn't too much for him. We haven't talked about it, it hasn't come up other than as an item on the limits list that received a black 'soft limit' tick, so he will be well within his rights to not do it, which is why I'm giving him time to make a decision.

After a few minutes, I climb the stairs and open the playroom door, my heart soaring when I see Owen has done it. He's in waiting, a soft, satin blindfold covering his eyes, the glossy black ball-gag by his knees – I know he likes me to fasten that onto him – and by the missing plug from the bed I know it's inserted inside his vibrating passage.

These are all things we've used many times before, but he's also wearing the satin French-cut deep pink panties with ruffles across the ass that I laid out for him. It's not that women's underwear is that big a deal in the scheme of things, compared to some of the things we've done, but a lot of guys, especially gay guys, have an issue with the implied femininity. It's an impact of societal expectations. For me, I just like the look and feel of the soft fabric, and these look incredible against his pale skin.

"Inspection, Bunny."

He stands and allows me to explore his body, gently forcing the gag into his mouth, to his appreciative moan. I run my hands over him, twisting his nipples, feeling him shudder as he forces himself to remain in position, running my fingertips over the smooth silk of the panties.

"So pretty, Bunny, let's see if we can make you even prettier."

I guide him to the center of the room and begin wrapping him with ropes; around his thighs, binding his arms behind him, and across his chest, until I can finally raise him, utterly vulnerable and open and perfect.

He's floating, soft moans coming as I roam my hands everywhere, checking his comfort but also just feeling him – his soft skin and hard muscles, his twitching responses. I go behind him and pull the panties until they're resting just below his beautiful ass, and I press forward to taste him, nibbling at the rounded globes before swiping my tongue around his sweet entrance, blocked by the small black plug.

I work it out of him now, wanting to feel and taste him, and I watch the spasms of his tightness as it's drawn from inside. I can get to him now and don't waste any time, pushing my tongue inside, twisting and lapping as his whimpers get higher.

I lower the ropes a little, wanting to feel deeper inside him, though it will still be through a sheath for now. We went to get tested but just have to wait for the expected all clear, though I make a mental note to find an excuse to punish him once we do, so I can use the ginger trick on him again.

I slide inside his heat, slow and steady, filling him oh so seamlessly. Now that he's well-practiced with the ropes, I can use them to swing him onto me, slamming into him hard once he's ready, reaching forward to slide my hand across the silky panties, knowing that the sensation on his dripping cock will be eye-rolling.

It doesn't take long, stroking and pulling my nails across the outside of the fabric before he's tensing and quivering around me, and I smash harder, wanting to push him over the edge he's seeking, where he falls and I chase him over.

When I've taken him to the broad, firm bed and massaged the life back into his limbs he climbs up me, laying like the adorable bunny he is, snuffling against my chest.

"So, what do you think of the playroom, Owen?"

"Amazing, Sir," he smiles that beautiful broad smile as he allows himself to tumble into exhausted sleep.

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