Of course...
[ He hums, leaning into his seat. A hand moving to cup at Sergei's face. Thumb brushing at his skin slowly. ]
You'll always be my number one...
โ โ โ [ warmth spreads through his chest. right, of course. heโd never ever talk to someone else like thisโฆ run those fingers through their hair. just him. heโs specialโฆ ]
โ โ โ mmhh.. thank you, sir. i.. appreciate your kind words. [ leaning in further.. ]
You'll always be a good boy and sit for me... right, Arlo?
[ He cocks a brow, smirking at his reactions, the way his body reacts. It fuels him with pride. Pride of being in control at this moment. ]
You make daddy very proud, Arlo...
-turning into just some pet. Maybe this was always expected of him. Maybe this is why Easterman lets his attitude slide. So he can be treated like this.]
" it's... adorable how you just lean into me when, you act like you don't want it... "
[ He hums, patting his head like a dog. A chuckle leaving his throat. ]
[He couldn't stop a few tears from following as he just squeezed his eyes closed.]
[He hated how he felt here. How the touch made him melt into his skin. He felt disgusting and he knew this was exactly how Easterman wanted him to feel.]
โ both of us being occupied isnโt something we can help, hendrick โ we donโt get breaks often โ
not that he was too fussed about not having breaks. .he didnโt mind much
โ how have you been โ
" thats correct. Such a shame I haven't been... able to spend time with you for the past few days. "
[ He hums, his head giving a small tilt as he spoke. ]