Page 84 of Love Language

Yes, Keeper. He loved saying it, loved seeing the answering delight in Marco’s eyes. It wasn’t “Daddy” like Marco had wanted or “Sir” which would remind him of Richard, but it was perfect for them. He loved that their names for each other were entirely in sign, too.

Marco sent him off to take a shower in the hallway bathroom with the instructions to take his time and relax, but not to touch himself. He already knew better, but hearing it sent a little shiver through him anyway.

When he was warm and languid from the shower, he wrapped a towel around himself while he shaved. He could hear Marco in their bedroom and liked the idea of them getting ready to go out together. Of course, he wouldn’t be choosing his own clothes, and the idea made his heart swell.

Feeling impulsive, he took off his towel before walking down the hall. He imagined that Marco would enjoy seeing him ready and bare.

But when he opened the door, his breath literally caught in his throat.

Marco was… stunning. No, exquisite. Somehow both ethereal and sensuous, innocent and dirty. Like a dark, seductive fairy that would disappear if he got too close, or maybe lock him away and keep him forever if he dared to touch.

He wore, well, it must be lace, black lace, that adhered to his skin along his forehead and more spreading down his throat. But it felt organic, somehow, like it had grown from within through the will of his own imagination.

His eyelids were iridescent, like a peacock feather, or like some fae magic had blessed him with the gift of Sight. He was poised, too, like some enchanted creature that might dart off into the woods at any time, frozen in a pose.

We he… nervous?

What do you think? Marco signed. Someone else might not have noticed it, but his posture was just a bit rigid, his lips pressed together too tightly.

You’re like a work of art. Like some mythical creature.

So that’s good?

Wow. Marco was more nervous about this than Greg had realized. You’re gorgeous. I’m almost afraid to touch you, like I’ll wake up from some dream and you’ll fade into the mist.

I’m very real, he signed, trying to joke, but Greg could see how relieved he was.

Greg couldn’t think of any response, couldn’t think of any way to explain how beautiful Marco was, how impossibly happy he was that Marco had chosen him when he so clearly could have had anyone that he wanted. There were just no words.

He followed his instincts and took a few steps closer to his Keeper and then sank to his knees.

Marco approached him slowly, then pulled him tight, pressing Greg’s cheek to his belly.

Greg noticed now that Marco was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, cut low on his hips. Every eye in the club would be on him. And somehow, miraculously, he wanted Greg.

He nuzzled into Marco’s belly, feeling dazzled and fortunate and somehow very small. Marco trailed soft fingers across his shoulders, then tilted his head up so that they could communicate.

You really like this, don’t you? Now Marco looked like he believed it.

I think I’m in awe, Greg answered honestly.

It’s not… too much?

It’s absolutely too much. Everyone will be watching you and wishing you were theirs.

Marco grinned. But I’m all yours. And you’re mine.

Then Marco pulled him to his feet dressed him carefully, lovingly, in a new iridescent blue thong that matched his eyeshadow. Like Greg was just an accessory to Marco’s look.

He said as much and Marco smirked. I planned it that way. I want everyone to see my promiser, he explained. That you’re gorgeous and you belong to me.

And, even though Marco was breathtaking and young and impossibly sexy, Greg felt then that he was gorgeous and knew that he belonged to Marco.

By the time they were in the car, Greg’s awe had faded just enough that he thought he could maybe breathe again. And he was a starting to feel curious. Marco had said before that he didn’t worry, or even think much, about his gender presentation anymore. But that clearly wasn’t quite true.

Are you thinking about exploring a more feminine look? I haven’t seen you dressed up like this before.

Marco waited for a stop light and then gave Greg a assessing look. It amazed Greg how Marco could be so confident most of the time, his dominance natural and innate, and then still have this vulnerability about his gender. Maybe not often, but sometimes it still came back.