[It's both, more of one or the other depending on his mood and the day and how fucking frustrating John decides to be. Right now, his irritation is accented with the aphrodisiacs in the air, making this need coil deep in his gut that makes him want to take as much of Homelander as he possibly can.
At least he doesn't have a knife back out, right? His arse is safe from more signatures for now.
But there is a rather sturdy collar slipped around his neck after a bit. There's a quiet chuckle as he gives it a bit of a tug, testing. Something simple, black leather. Maybe he'll get him something a little more personal later on.]
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At least he doesn't have a knife back out, right? His arse is safe from more signatures for now.
But there is a rather sturdy collar slipped around his neck after a bit. There's a quiet chuckle as he gives it a bit of a tug, testing. Something simple, black leather. Maybe he'll get him something a little more personal later on.]
You can look, John.