Alfred rushes home, expectant. His mouth is still a little sore from the weekend and he gnaws at the corners. (When he smiles they stretch, tender like, but that makes his smile grow wider.) He misses Matthew's hands running over his jaw, misses Matthew's thumb tugging at him and making him suck on his fingers, being praised afterwards for how well he listened.

He leaves his jacket somewhere in the kitchen and the door unlocked—his bit is in the bedroom and he's been aching for most of the day to play with it, biting and grinding his teeth against it, moving his tongue around the smooth metal. He moans, soft and eager, when he buckles it in place. (He thinks of leaving the reigns on for when Matthew gets home-coming behind him and tugging them taught.)

He's calm, but his heart is seems to beat even faster. He gnaws at the slick metal half hard, but he knows not to take care of himself until Matthew is home.

(Alfred always promises and Matthew always remembers to take cares of him.)

He unzips himself, and God, he wants to touch, but Matthew wouldn't be pleased to find him with his hand around his cock and a bit in his mouth on the edge of the bed. (Selfish, he'd say, and his calm voice would go against his words, this isn't what I asked you to do, Alfred.) He chooses a cock ring and stretches it over himself, whimpers when he let's go and it's tight around the base of his cock, flushing red and hard.

(Sometimes it just begins, like someone's flipped a switch, and Alfred becomes a little more obedient, a little more willing, and Matthew begins to notice how Alfred responds to praise.

It can be as simple as finish the laundry, then make the bad and Alfred takes the directions to heart, finishes each and every task he's asked to do and the more Matthew asks of him the more sexual it seems to get.

Alfred's harder with every dish he washes and dries off and Matthew watches him, a little curious.

It turns into Once you've finished, shower and take care of yourself, alright?)