He couldn't really argue with that. 'Pulled into a broken society built around sex and arbitrary designations where they measure your sexual activity to see if you have "the lie gene"' really wasn't something he could argue the validity of. Dark, certainly, but still silly.
He cocked his head a bit, his expression dipping into consideration while his hands idly played with the collar. "'What do I do?' I take care of you, of course, whatever needs you have. I'm imagining...it's like when you feed me sometimes, you're taking the...burden off me, however small or large it may be. You're taking over for me and giving me permission not to worry or think for a little while."
His smile turned a touch depreciating and his eyes fell to the collar. "Maybe it would do nothing for you, but I think you get stuck in your head more often than you let on. And I do know you aren't used to people caring for and about you for you as 'Alaric' rather than as 'Morgan.' This would very much be for that exact thing. A chance to let go for a little while."
He let his eyes trail back up to Alaric's face. "As for 'what' that could easily range from making sure you take time for you, feeding you, simply brushing your hair or holding you. It could just be for sex, it could be for all that and sex. We'd have the times, uncollared, when it's you and I sleeping together as normal, but collared would be more like...with the cock ring or the first time the three of us slept together, where I just take you out of your head for a bit. Make the decisions so you don't have to worry. And the collar allows you to tell me all that without words by simply handing it to me. From there, I'd put it on you and the only decision I would need is which sort of care you're looking for."
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He cocked his head a bit, his expression dipping into consideration while his hands idly played with the collar. "'What do I do?' I take care of you, of course, whatever needs you have. I'm imagining...it's like when you feed me sometimes, you're taking the...burden off me, however small or large it may be. You're taking over for me and giving me permission not to worry or think for a little while."
His smile turned a touch depreciating and his eyes fell to the collar. "Maybe it would do nothing for you, but I think you get stuck in your head more often than you let on. And I do know you aren't used to people caring for and about you for you as 'Alaric' rather than as 'Morgan.' This would very much be for that exact thing. A chance to let go for a little while."
He let his eyes trail back up to Alaric's face. "As for 'what' that could easily range from making sure you take time for you, feeding you, simply brushing your hair or holding you. It could just be for sex, it could be for all that and sex. We'd have the times, uncollared, when it's you and I sleeping together as normal, but collared would be more like...with the cock ring or the first time the three of us slept together, where I just take you out of your head for a bit. Make the decisions so you don't have to worry. And the collar allows you to tell me all that without words by simply handing it to me. From there, I'd put it on you and the only decision I would need is which sort of care you're looking for."