Matt let himself lean into his touch and nodded against Foggy’s thigh.
“Good boy,” Foggy murmured, his hands gentle. “We can stay here as long as you need.”
That, of all things, snapped Matt out of it, and he struggled to his feet. “No, I’m fine,” he said automatically. “I don’t need it.”
Foggy didn’t stand. “Matt, aftercare is an important part of submission. If you’re going to submit to me, then you’re going to accept me taking care of you afterwards. If you don’t need aftercare, that’s fine, but right now you don’t know that for sure.”
Matt didn’t move.
“Don’t make me order you, darling,” Foggy said softly.
Matt’s hands tightened at his sides. “I appreciate the offer,” he said, “but it’s not necessary.”
His cane was still leaning against the wall by the door, and he grabbed it quickly on the way out, despite his desire to run and leave it behind.
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“Sorry,” he muttered, starting to pull away.
“You’re fine.” Foggy didn’t stop petting him. “Feeling okay?”
Matt let himself lean into his touch and nodded against Foggy’s thigh.
“Good boy,” Foggy murmured, his hands gentle. “We can stay here as long as you need.”
That, of all things, snapped Matt out of it, and he struggled to his feet. “No, I’m fine,” he said automatically. “I don’t need it.”
Foggy didn’t stand. “Matt, aftercare is an important part of submission. If you’re going to submit to me, then you’re going to accept me taking care of you afterwards. If you don’t need aftercare, that’s fine, but right now you don’t know that for sure.”
Matt didn’t move.
“Don’t make me order you, darling,” Foggy said softly.
Matt’s hands tightened at his sides. “I appreciate the offer,” he said, “but it’s not necessary.”
His cane was still leaning against the wall by the door, and he grabbed it quickly on the way out, despite his desire to run and leave it behind.
Foggy didn’t follow him.