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Yellow never gets jealous. Not really enough to warrant anger or genuine hatred. There are very few things in life that truly got them to that level of uncontrollable instability.
Today though? Today is an off day for them.
Perhaps they’ve always had this hidden jealousy and possessiveness they’ve never realized before. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head for the first time and it ate at Yellow’s entire mood. This situation was out of their control.
Maybe, it was the way that man— Rutile’s coworker— conversed with Rutile after Yellow went to pick him up from work. The way he stood so close to the medic, fixing his hair precariously every time Rutile looked away for a second. His expression was calm and collected, eyes bored intently into Rutile’s tired face as Yellow’s lover discussed medicine and future operations on the hospital's sick patients. Even the way his coworker tried to match his height confidently despite Rutile nearly towering over him with his 6’2 stature.
Maybe, they’re overreacting. Rutile didn’t look remotely interested, possibly unable to comprehend the conversation at the time due to their fatigue and eagerness to return home to Yellow. Yet, the beast is lingering and the senior hasn't spoken to him in hours.
Rutile wonders how he ended up in this position.
He shifts uncomfortably on his aching knees, staring back at Yellow’s blank stare, accompanied by a frown tracing their lips. Rutile is on the polished dark wood floor, a few feet away as his partner is planted at the edge of the queen-sized bed, one leg over the other, and has a loose grip on the bronze leather handle, extended by a metal chain. It’s connected to the golden collar around his neck, a small metal heart-shaped tag hanging from it. Goosebumps rose on his arms as Rutile remembers what's ingrained onto the object.
‘My Precious Puppy♡’
Their silence is unnerving yet it's a command given for Rutile to obey. It terrifies him to a certain degree because Yellow isn’t the one to dwell on such minuscule problems. If there is a problem. He is clueless on why they’ve been quiet for this amount of time. Rutile can read Yellow like a damn children’s picture book but the book is illegible and covered in messy drawings. While Rutile tends to be the more observant between the two, he couldn’t begin to decipher the root of this ‘issue’.
Rutile decides to distract himself from his concerns, fixating on Yellow’s contour, his interest becoming piqued at the wine-colored silk robe and defined collarbones. Blood rushes through up to his neck and down to his thighs, an erection throbbing against his exposed trunks.
Oh, right.
He forgot about their makeout session leading up to this. They cornered him while he wasn’t paying attention, Yellow’s restless hands ripping at his work clothes, mouth forcefully planted on his neck, and branding his skin with hickies. It was quite sudden. No words were exchanged during the moments that they spent indulging with each other until they brought out the collar.
The leash rattles, breaking Rutile out of his captivation for his lover. Yellow is tugging at it for his attention.
“He was flirting with you.” Yellow states flatly.
Rutile’s mind goes static and he’s dumbfounded by what they spoke of.
“...Huh?”
Yellow’s eyes flicker back up to catch his gaze. They imagine a set of dog ears atop their hair, flexing back upon his head in confusion. Yellow internally laughs at the image but doesn’t break their unyielding facade.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” Rutile swallows nervously as Yellow places a hand in their chin.
“No.”
“Well?”
“Yellow-”
The chain jingles together as Yellow jerks it towards them. Rutile is cut off from finishing and the collar digs into the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, puppy. Who are you speaking to again?”
Rutile's hands clench at the floor, stimulated by the force of Yellow’s demeanor and actions. It’s just..alluring to him. “M-master.”
“Now speak.”
“There was no flirting.” He’s surprised his voice didn’t break right then and there.
“He was almost pressed into you.”
“He’s not very keen on personal space.”
“It’s not only that… He looked like he was— ugh— in love with you. Kept staring and staring, And— tried to suck up to you since you’re so tall!” Yellow’s words tumble out in annoyance. They shake their head, huffing to themselves as they remember that look he gave toward Rutile.
Rutile tries to comfort them by trying to grasp at their leg. Yellow suddenly smacks his hand away, glaring right at his raised eyebrows and slightly open mouth. Oh, how Yellow wants to kiss that expression off his face.
“No. Touching.”
Mutts must obey their master, after all.
“Now, come. Sit.” Yellow commands firmly, pointing right in front of themselves, almost in between their legs. Rutile always made Yellow weak and blissful. Now it’s their turn to make him succumb to their will.
“Yes, master.” Their pet creeps over on his hands and knees, his wrinkled lab coat hanging around his upper torso. Yellow wraps the end of the handle around their knuckles, observing him being so docile. Rutile is hungry to please which makes their senses heighten at the power they hold over him.
They curl their lips upward, beholding the tousled Rutile kneeling before them. All of him is somehow theirs. The doctor’s coat unveiling his sturdy, blemished chest. A scarlet flush on his bronze skin. His erection protruding from his dotted trunks. Rutile’s eyes flooded with lust, pleading for them to let him touch. Yellow wants to look away because of how much they adore him. But, they can’t break now.
“So cute.” They gently run a finger underneath his chin, tilting his head upwards to get a good look. Rutile sighs at the praise and once again, Yellow imagines a tail wagging behind him in elation. “You may talk.”
“Are you jealous?”
Yellow ponders their answer. “What do you think?”
“I was hesitating to assume because it’s never happened. Now that I pieced it together…That’s the only plausible conclusion.” Rutile pauses. “Aside from your rant from minutes ago.”
“I think you need to show him who you’re committed to.”
Yellow is reaching levels of jealousy Rutile has never known to be possible. It’s a type where it doesn’t make itself crystal clear; they’re internalizing the anomaly, only reacting about it in an amusing way. They were generally a composed person when it came to their relationship. But this? It’s otherworldly and Rutile loves the idea of this happening again.
He smirks at their response. “You know I don’t care about anyone else. There’s nothing to prove. Especially since I'm yours.”
Their heart flutters at his commitment.
“That’s lovely to hear, my puppy.” Yellow leans, running their hand through his venetian red locks. He closes his eyes and relishes the domestic pleasure. “You’ve done so well, I almost want to let you off.”
“If it makes you feel better, I think it’s hot.”
“Oh? I should get more jealous then...” Yellow hums softly as Rutile waits for another direction. “I’ve decided a treat will be gifted to you.”
Rutile’s energy revives, monitoring Yellow’s every gesture. They stand up in front of him, carefully undoing their garb, a shade of warm ash skin revealing bit by bit. It’s rotten of them because Rutile just wants to pounce and unleash his pent up drive that's been surging rapidly for the longest. He surrendered enough for tonight.
Their loungewear finally undrapes completely, pooling around their feet and bare for him to worship. Rutile is still on his knees, head up to Yellow’s mid chest. He licks his lips as Yellow gazes down at him sinfully and places their arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him close. They’re barely grazing each other and yet they both can sense the fierce heat that each partner is giving off, kindled by mere eye contact.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Rutile nods desperately. “Yes, master.”
“Who do I belong to?”
“You’re mine, master.”
“Will you make me moan until he can hear from the far reaches of hell that I’m all yours?”
“Of course…my love.”
“Good boy.”