[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.]
[Well, he can open his eyes, sure, but that doesn't really help him see what the collar looks like. He thinks he likes the feel of it, at least, and he definitely liked the feeling of Billy putting it on him.]
Does it look good on me?
[He tries to flash a cocky smile, but it wavers with how flushed and off-center he's feeling.]
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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.
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Does it look good on me?
[He tries to flash a cocky smile, but it wavers with how flushed and off-center he's feeling.]
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[He reassures as he takes a step in close, tangles his fingers through the other's hair. Fingertips rub against his scalp.]
But I'm not certain you've learned your lesson, lad.
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Then teach me.
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[He huffs out a chuckle.]
Don't want you crying to tap out after we start...