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Hickey drags his hand over Magnus’s head slowly and tenderly, petting him with soft, gentle strokes until Magnus begins to relax into his touch. His hair is soft today, freshly cleaned; he smells of cherries, which means Tom Hartnell’s been doing his shopping again. Which is convenient. Hickey certainly wouldn’t do Magnus’s shopping. He gives Magnus presents. And presents are far better than groceries.
For example: this new harness.
Hickey, of course, did not actually pay for such a thing—he only waited for Billy to turn his beautiful back long enough for him to shove it in his bag—but still, he got it for Magnus. Because Magnus deserves it. For being such a good, good dog.
The harness is leather—black, of course—and fits neatly all around Magnus’s head, cradling his sweet face and soft hair in a knot of black and silver. The little snout sits perfectly above his real nose and mouth, transforming the slopes of his face from something human into something else entirely. Around the snout, thin strips of leather carve paths across Magnus’ cheeks and forehead, connecting the mouthpiece to a little headband bearing a dark pair of pointed ears.
(All of the other puppy gear in Bridgens’ shop came with soft, floppy ears attached, which, in Hickey’s opinion, is basically bullshit. There’s no point to just cuddly puppy play. If you’re going to train a man to be your dog, he ought to be a guard dog. Something lethal and sharp.)
(Magnus doesn’t completely agree with that yet, but he will. He just likes doing what Billy insists on calling “scenes” and Hickey still thinks of as “sex, with things going on.”)
Magnus rubs his head against Hickey’s thigh and the leather ears catch noisily on his jeans, drawing him away from the imaginary argument he was about to have and back to the very real and nearly naked man on his floor. He gives Magnus a few quick scratches behind his ears—his human ears, because he imagines the leather is itchy—and then stands up, gesturing for Magnus to stay as he moves towards the bed. That plug has been in there for some time now. Good behavior deserves a reward.
Maybe even a treat.
When Hickey turns around again, hands behind his back, Magnus is sitting perfectly still, on hands and knees on the floor, gazing up through the black leather frame of the stolen harness. He doesn’t really look like a dog. He doesn’t look like a man, either. He’s beautiful. Hickey gives the order to roll over and Magnus obeys beautifully, flopping onto his back with a light grunt which, muffled by the leather, sounds just like a happy woof. He’s got his hands tucked over his bare chest. Hickey grants him a smile.
“Are you a good boy, Magnus?”
Magnus nods. He plants his feet on the ground and spreads his legs apart, lifting his hips just enough to wave the little rubber tail poking out of his arse. He’s already leaking through his jockstrap, and trembling slightly, but he stays completely silent, too well-behaved to whine about having waited by Hickey’s side for the last three quarters of an hour while he finished editing his new resume. Hickey nods, and Magnus’ hips sink. He blinks long and slow, his eyelashes fluttering.
“Would you like me to pet you, puppy?”
Magnus nods again.
“Roll over, then.”
Hickey starts slowly, pressing down on the tail just enough to make Magnus gasp. He swipes his fingers up the short rubber curve, then back down, rubbing gently around the rim of his plugged hole to feel where the piece is stretching him out. Through his snout, Magnus whines.
“There you are, pup. I’ve got you, haven’t I?”
It’s always like this, with Magnus: simple and clean, petting and whining. Hickey will stroke his hair and push the plug and give a quick tug or two on the harness, and coo some praises, and Magnus will come off in his underwear, quite happily, and even lick it up before getting up to give Hickey an amusingly formal handshake on his way out. He doesn’t ask for much, and Hickey doesn’t see the need to give more than he asks. The gifts are just—gifts. They help build the scene.
(Not that sex has to cause a scene,
Billy.
You can just do it for fun.)