"Say it." Peter growled, deep and throaty.
Neal remained silent. He liked it when Peter got rough.
"Bad boy." He pulled the black leash tighter. "Don't you know when to obey?" The lust in his tone was thick.
"No, of course you don't. You're nothing but a dog."
Neal smirked, flicking his eyes upward.
"You own me."
"Now that's a good boy! Looks like someone deserves a treat." Peter clutched a fistful of dark locks and yanked Neal towards him. He knelt for an aggressive kiss, gently biting his partner's bottom lip, whining as Peter grazed his inner thigh. His hands wandered further, making the younger man's breath hitch.
"You're mine," Peter's hot breath invaded Neal's ear. "And don't you ever forget it."