Such A Good Boy!

Warning: Pet Play(Dog), Praise Kink, Hand Kink

Another lighter chapter in terms of kinks. Also, just expect dom/sub to be in every future chapter. Their definitions are so broad that there's some form of it, minor or not, basically every chapter.

In better news, I've already planned out the next few chapters. So if you want to know, the less vanilla/common kinks will start appearing after the next chapter.

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Simon steps into the warm, cozy apartment and kicks off his shoes before shutting the door behind him. A delicious smell fills the air, making his stomach rumble in anticipation. He glances around, taking in the familiar sight of their living room, complete with their favorite books, paintings, and knick-knacks.

"Ah! You're back!" Milo calls out from the kitchen, his voice expressing obvious joy. "Perfect timing! Dinner's ready!"

Simon smiles as he makes his way through the living area to the kitchen, where Milo is already setting the table.

"You know I couldn't resist coming home to this smell," he says, giving Milo a kiss on the cheek. "What did you make today?"

Milo blushes under the affection. "Well, I thought we could have some pasta tonight. With a nice pesto sauce and some grilled chicken." He turns to face Simon, sparkles appearing in his eyes.

"Of course, dear, they sound great," Simon leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Milo's forehead. "However," His lips move right next to Milo's ear, "Shouldn't you be 'dressed', pup?" He whispers, rubbing his hand along Milo's arm, teasingly.

A shiver runs down Milo's spine at the feel of Simon's touch. He lets out a soft moan, knowing exactly what his husband means. Nodding eagerly with a blush, Milo hurries off to their bedroom, feeling a mixture of anticipation and desire well up inside him. Simon waits patiently, sitting at the dining table.

As soon as Milo emerges from the bedroom, Simon can't help but let out a silent approval at the sight of the other. His normally modest husband now stands before him, fully nude except for a soft red collar around his neck and a matching leash attached to it. The collar is adorned with a small metal plaque engraved with Milo's name. Milo walks closer before he offers the end of his leash to his master.

Milo's body is on display for his master; smooth and pale against his dark hair. His chest and stomach are flat and hairless, accentuated by soft pink nipples that harden under Simon's gaze. Moving further south, there is a thin line of curls leading to Milo's erect cock, which juts proudly upwards.

"Good boy," Simon praises as he takes hold of the leash with one hand. He then pats his lap with his other. "Now come here and sit."

Obeying without hesitation, Milo sits down carefully on Simon's lap. He feels Simon's arm wrap around him, the only other source of warmth against the cold air. His hands remain neatly in his lap, waiting patiently for permission to do more.

"That's a good boy," Gently, Simon begins to pet Milo's hair, running his fingers through the silky strands as he praises him. "Now let's eat."

With gentle, practiced motions, Simon lifts the plate of pasta and places it closer. Using his free hand, he uses his utensils to divvy up the food into small bites. He then spoons some sauce over it, before feeding his pet spoon by spoon.

"Ah," Simon instructs the other each time, "Good boy."

He makes sure to give Milo extra attention and praise each time his spoon exits empty from his husband's mouth. With one spoonful after another, Milo's portion of the dinner in front of them is soon emptied.

As Milo finishes up his portion of the meal, a pleasant feeling of contentment fills the room. The soft sounds of chewing and swallowing echo in between each bite, accompanied by an occasional giggle or sigh of pleasure.

When half the dinner has been consumed, Simon stops feeding Milo and rubs his pet's belly, satisfied with the trembles from excitement. Simon takes hold of Milo's chin gently, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Good puppy," he says warmly, eyes sparkling with love and affection as he pets the other's head. "You're so cute when you listen well."

Milo blushes at the praise, looking down shyly. A small smile plays on his lips as he waits for what comes next, eager anticipation mixing with the desire that always simmers beneath the surface when they are together like this.

"Now," Simon continues, still holding onto Milo's chin, "How about a reward for doing so well?"

A burst of sudden arousal washes over Milo's body, causing his member to leak out pre-cum.

"How about a bone for you to taste while I eat?" Simon suggests, though not really a suggestion as he orders Milo right after. "Go sit under the table."

As the command sinks in, a thrill runs through Milo. Gingerly, he slides off Simon's lap and kneels on the ground before him. His hands fold neatly in his lap once more, waiting patiently for further instruction. Satisfied with his pet's reaction, Simon smirks as he unbuckles his belt.

"Here you go," He takes out his semi-hard member. "Here's your favorite bone, have a taste."

With trembling hands, Milo reaches out to take it between his fingers. Yet before he can touch it, Simon suddenly pulls on the leash, landing his pet's face right next to the hardening bone. The pet looks up to see his master's smug gaze. Milo understands the silent command, that he can only 'taste' and keeps his hands down.

Feeling a surge of desire course through him, he parts his lips, revealing the pink cavern of his mouth as the warmth of Milo's breath tickles against the sensitive flesh. His tongue flickers out and begins lapping at his beloved bone. He traces along the length from base to tip, gathering pre-cum and saliva. With each lap, his tongue circles wider, encompassing more of Simon's shaft.

As Milo pleasures him with his mouth, Simon feels a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He watches with half-lidded eyes as his pet works his cock expertly, lapping with fervent devotion.

The sensation is almost too much; he had forgotten how talented Milo could be when he focused all of his attention on something like this. Simon lets out a moan before he picks up his spoon and begins to eat his portion of the dinner, all the while Milo continues to lavish him with affection

Every now and then, he'll reach down and give a gentle tug on the leash, pulling Milo back to the base when he focuses too much on lapping at the leaking head again. The wetness left behind by Milo's eager tongue only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them.

The rest of the dinner passes in a haze of pleasure and tenderness, with each passing moment intensifying the bond between them. Once he finishes eating, Simon pets Milo gently, running his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

"Such a good puppy," Their gazes lock once more and Simon looks at his pet's face that's covered with a mixture of saliva and pre cum, "You made a delicious dinner. Now 'chew'."

After finally receiving permission, Milo closes his lips around Simon's member, sucking lightly as he begins to move up and down in time with his hand. As he bobs his head, Milo feels a surge of desire course through him, making it harder to contain the moans that slip past his lips. He takes more of his master into his mouth as soft whimpers escape his throat, loving the caresses his master's hands give him.

"Your mouth is so good!" Simon praises as he tries to restrain himself from thrusting forward, "I love feeling your tongue move around."

Further aroused by his master's words, the pet starts to work harder and faster. It isn't long before they both lose themselves to the passionate embrace of pleasure. Soon Milo can feel the bone in his mouth pulsing, his muscles tensing as he feels the first spurt of hot seed fill his mouth. With a quiet cry, he swallows as he continues to suck and lick his master's cock.

Simon lets out a hoarse groan, arching his back as his own climax rips through him. The release is intense as he shoots his load deep down Milo's throat. A moment later, Milo pulls away, lapping at the sensitive skin at the base of Simon's shaft as he savors and laps up every last drop. As Milo finishes cleaning the bone, Simon leans down. His expression is full of love and adoration as he crouches down in front of his pet.

"You're amazing," Simon whispers, running a finger over Milo's cheek. "I never get tired of how adorable and devoted you are."

Milo melts under the rapid praise, looking down shyly. He knows what comes next. With a playful growl, Simon scoops Milo up into a princess carry, lifting him off the floor. The pet squeals with delight, wrapping his arms around Simon's neck. As they make their way towards the bedroom, Simon gives Milo another kiss on the cheek, ignoring the remaining fluids on it.

"Let's go give my good puppy some more rewards," he teases gently, walking into the bedroom and placing his pet onto the soft bed. As he takes off his clothes, he orders, "Flip."

Obediently, Milo rolls over onto all fours, presenting himself to his master. A thrill runs through him as he waits for Simon to undress completely, eager anticipation mixing with the desire that always simmers beneath the surface when they are together like this. He can feel his member leaking out more pre-cum.

With a final glance at Milo, Simon discards his remaining clothes before stepping forward. He kneels beside his husband, reaching out to caress Milo's chest. His thumb circles the nipple as his other hand moves lower, stroking along the length of Milo's shaft. Milo whimpers, arching his back into Simon's touch.

"You're so sexy, Milo," Simon whispers, leaning in right next to his pet's ear. "I love how you look like this."

His hand trails even lower, arriving right above an awaiting entrance. Slowly but surely, Simon begins to insert one finger inside Milo, feeling him relax and accommodate his intrusion. With a moan, Milo digs his claws into the sheets beneath him, arching his back further.

"Ahh... so good..." he pants, his hips beginning to thrust back towards Simon's touch. Then suddenly, "Eep!"

Simon pinches his disobedient pet's nipple, "Bad Boy! Who said you can talk?!" he teases, adding another finger into Milo. The pet lets out a strangled cry of pleasure, his entire body tensing up as Simon stretches him wide.

As he works his fingers inside Milo, Simon gently tilts his pet's hips upwards, grinning wickedly as he watches his husband writhe underneath him. "Does it feel good, my sweet puppy?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Do you want more?"

"Bark!" Milo learns his lesson and uses the right 'words' this time.

He nods frantically, biting down on his lip to keep from making any more noises. Without waiting any longer, Simon slides another two fingers inside Milo, filling him to the brim. Milo cries out, his body trembling with force. His inner muscles clamp tight around Simon's fingers, milking them for every last drop of pleasure.

Simon continues to pleasure Milo, touching and caressing until the other becomes a moaning mess beneath his touch. Feeling satisfied with his handiwork, Simon pulls his hands away, leaving a breathless pup whimpering due to the emptiness. Simon moves behind Milo and positions himself behind Milo's loose hole. The pet lets out a needy noise as he feels the heat of Simon's cock pressing against his entrance.

With one swift thrust, Simon pushes into Milo's tight warmth, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. A gasp escapes both their lips as they adjust to the new connection between them. Simon begins to move slowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth, feeling the slick heat of Milo's insides massaging his cock with each thrust.

As he starts to pick up speed, Simon reaches forward, grabbing the leash that is attached to Milo's collar. He tugs on it gently at first, enjoying the way it causes Milo to arch his back and dig his claws deeper into the sheets. Then, as he gets more reckless, he yanks harder, forcing Milo to take him even deeper inside. The pet cries out in pleasure, his body trembling under the force of his master's dominance.

"That's it, my good boy," Simon praises, letting go of the leash only to grab his pet's hips. He flips Milo onto his back and gets on top, leaning down enough to look at the entirety of the body trembling underneath. "Bark for me. Let me hear how much you love this."

Milo looks up at his husband, blushing bright red as he does so. But he knows better than to disobey such a command. So he opens his mouth wide and lets out a loud, joyful bark. When he finishes, Simon rewards him by thrusting even faster and harder, driving himself deep inside Milo's aching body.

With every bark from Milo's lips, Simon seems to grow wilder, his thrusts becoming almost brutal as he rewards his pet. As sweat begins to drip from their bodies, they reach a feverish pace, driven by the primal need to connect on this most basic level. Simon can feel his orgasm building, coiling tightly in his groin.

He leans forward, capturing Milo's lips with his own, kissing him fiercely as he comes, filling Milo's insides with his seed. Their tongues dance together as Milo feels the hot spurts of cum shooting into him over and over again. With a hoarse cry, he comes as well, his body shuddering under the weight of his release.

They collapse together onto the bed, panting heavily as they try to catch their breath. Milo looks up at his husband, feeling fulfilled in more than one way from everything he has just experienced.

"You did an incredible job," Simon whispers, not caring for the mess as kisses Milo's forehead. "My sweet pup."

Milo smiles and nuzzles into Simon's chest contentedly as the pet replies to his master.

"Bark!"