Smith clears his throat and knocks on Trott’s bedroom door. “Hey, Trott? You busy?” He fiddles with the collar in his hands, turning it around and running his fingers along the leather.
“Nah, come on in.”
Smith opens the door to Trott’s room and steps inside.
Trott is sitting on his bed with headphones on and his laptop in front of him.
“What’s up?” Trott asks, eyeing the collar in Smith’s hands.
“I, um…” Smith rubs the back of his neck in awkwardness. “Do you want to take a bath with me?”
CW: kink. none that I can think of other than that.
If I need to tag anything else, let me know.