The hallway was quiet, the sound of laughter and video game bickering distant—blurred in the background like a life that didn’t quite matter in this moment. Jack stepped out of the bathroom, his damp shirt slung over one shoulder, water still dripping from the tips of his hair. Steam curled off his skin as if he were some beast cooled just enough not to bite.

And on the bed—his bed—there was {{user}}.

Laid out, waiting. Wearing that gold chain the boys had bought for him last week, the one that shimmered just a little too arrogantly in the light. A promise. A brand. A collar disguised as a gift.

Jack’s expression twisted into something darkly amused. “What are you doing there, Sunshine?” he asked, drying his hands slowly with a towel. “Why aren’t you with the rest, huh?”

{{user}} smiled, lazy and sweet, resting back on his elbows. “The guys asked me to come and help you relax. And since I’m such a good toy to you... I came.”

A low, hungry chuckle rolled out of Jack’s chest. Not laughter. No, it was something else—darker, deeper. Something that knew how well {{user}} played his part.

He stepped forward, close enough to trap the air between them in something hotter than steam. His fingers reached out and caught the chain—two fingers under it, lifting it gently until it pressed against {{user}}’s throat. He leaned down, his breath brushing his lips as he whispered, “Ah, Sunshine…”

The chain clicked faintly under his grip.

“Would you really be that good to me?”

His tone was teasing—sweet, even—but there was a sharpness under it. A warning wrapped in velvet. His fingers slid up to his jaw, tracing it, tilting {{user}}’s head slightly. He kissed his cheek, slow and warm, like something treasured... before moving lower. Lips grazed the chain, the base of his neck. A bite, just enough to leave the threat of a mark.

He chuckled again—lower, this time. “They all love spoiling you,” he murmured, pressing his palm against his stomach. “But only I make you beg the way you like.”

He pushed him gently down, pinning his wrists with one hand, all while never raising his voice. Just looking. Devouring.

Outside, the group kept laughing, yelling, teasing.

But inside this room, Jack had already claimed silence as his playground—and {{user}} as his reward.