Collars and Tails – ghostofgatsby

Smith carries the box to his room and shuts the door, trying to calm himself down. He shouldn’t feel like he should be hiding.
It’s just a collar.
But now that Smith has it in his hands, he’s picturing Trott wearing it.
He can feel the buckle between his fingers. Already he knows what it’ll feel like to buckle it around Trott’s neck, because they’ve used the old collar in a scene maybe a half-dozen times, now.
It shouldn’t affect him like this- but there’s something about this that Smith likes a lot. The idea that the collar Trott wears is his.

Rating: Mature

CW: none that I can think of.  If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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