Weston was delighted to see that Kieran was already picking up on cleaning up after himself. He stood up himself after digesting his food, walking over to the kitchen and wrapping his strong arms around Kieran from behind. “Thank you for cleaning up,” Weston whispered, nipping at his earlobe before moving down and pressing a kiss to his jawline. “Hey, you work at a fairly nice place and get a decent pay, right?” Weston spoke up, pulling back a bit. “Don’t complain. And just think that every hour you work there, you’re one hour closer to coming here and getting an amazing blow job. That isn’t something you always got after work, now is it?” Weston explained, patting down his hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his face before he was turning around and heading towards the living room. Weston picked up the remote, turning the tv to the discovery channel. “Also another rule I forgot to mention is no porn. Unless we’re watching it together because I’ve decided we should, you don’t go on any websites, alright?” Weston clarified. “Now come on, lets have a cuddle before you have to go.”
Kieran shivered as Weston slipped his arms around him, and he leaned back instinctively, welcoming the warmth and the touch. Hugs from behind were one of his favourite things, although he’d only experienced them from friends. “You’re welcome,” Kieran replied, smiling down at the dishes he was watching, before he tensed up as Weston kept speaking. His smile slipped from his face, and he nodded, but inside, he was once again rebelling against his Dom’s words. He wasn’t stupid enough to make a show about it this time, but still, he felt the injustice. Kieran hadn’t complained, he’d just said that he didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to go. He didn’t think that was bad enough to be lectured on it. “That’s definitely not something I’ve ever gotten after work,” he responded dutifully, finishing up the dishes and following Weston into the living room. He settled down next to the man on the couch, his movements hesitant. Kieran’s face scrunched a bit, and he nodded. “I honestly don’t watch it very often anyways,” he confessed, as he turned to lean against Weston, hoping for the cuddles he was promised.
Weston always wanted Kieran to feel safe and comfortable. He didn’t want him thinking Weston was just a nice person, he wanted Kieran to feel like he could put his body and life in Weston’s hands and trust he wouldn’t abuse it. “I really like that you’re honest with me about how you’re feeling. I appreciate it more than anything else,” Weston said sincerely, taking the napkin from his lap and setting it on top of his empty dish. Weston couldn’t help but let a dopey grin take over his face as Kieran expressed how much the little care package would mean to him. “You could put anything you want in it baby. I think those all sound like wonderful ideas. You could choose which shirt of mine and maybe we can buy some of your favorite movies on dvd and put those in there as well,” Weston offered. “Do you have a uniform you have to wear to work?” Weston asked curiously.
Kieran blushed a bit, his cheeks heating at Weston’s praise. So far, there wasn’t anything he loved more in this relationship than hearing praise coming from Weston’s lips. He eyed the other man’s plate, seeing that he had finished his meal, and quickly chewed his last bite, not wanting to keep him waiting. “Movies could be nice,” he agreed, once he had swallowed the pasta and carefully placed his cutlery on top of the plate. “And maybe a book,” Kieran mused, standing up to gather both of their plates, hoping that he wasn’t supposed to wait for Weston’s permission, or anything similar. At the question, he shook his head no. “I just have to wear black,” he said simply, “and then my apron over top once I get there.” He scrunched his nose at the thought of work, ducking his head a bit as he brought the plates over to the sink. “I don’t want to go,” he sighed, as he usually did before a shift, and started running the water into the sink to wash the dishes.
Weston understood that it could be embarrassing to be corrected. After all, Kieran was his submissive and he wanted to please Kieran, so he could understand being flustered when he did something wrong. At the same time, it’s not like Kieran was always going to get it right. There were going to be times where Weston had to correct him. “Babe,” Weston sighed, still smiling through as he reached to grab Kieran’s hand and hold it in his own. “We’ll have to work on that. I know your anxiety is part of it right? It’s just another thing you’ll adjust to and I’ll be there to help you.” Weston leaned down to press a kiss to each of Kieran’s knuckles before he dropped his hand. “Now how does that kit sound? We can go shopping probably tomorrow and you can pick out whatever you want for it yeah? Do you have any idea what you might want to put inside it?” Weston asked, finishing up on his pasta.
Kieran watched carefully as Weston pressed short little kisses to his knuckles, and he nodded along with his words, hoping that he was right. Hoping that Weston meant it - that they would work on it, that the Dom would help him with it. He just wanted someone to understand. “Thank you,” he said quietly, and popped another bite of pasta between his lips as Weston continued to speak. Kieran smiled again, really liking the idea of a care package, just for him. Only meant for if things went wrong, but still. Just for him. Meant to keep him safe and happy. It made him feel special. “I really like that idea,” he admitted, “it makes me feel like… I don’t know, looked after. Like if I needed you but you weren’t there, I would at least have a little care package from you.” He blushed at his honesty, but shrugged off his embarrassment, forcing himself to focus on Weston instead of receding into his own head. “Could I put chocolate in it? And maybe, like… One of your shirts?” Kieran asked shyly, glancing up at Weston from under his eyelashes. “And bubble bath.”
It was quite easy to tell when something was bothering Kieran. He had barely known the boy for two days, but he could already pick up on his stiff movements and awkward gestures. Weston eyed him skeptically as the boy nodded along to Kieran’s words and just gave him a simple response to Weston’s concerns. “Well Kieran, that’s the point I’m trying to make. Yes, it is my job to try and make sure you don’t suffer through that feeling, but in the off chance that you feel that way and I’m not there to help you I have to teach you how to look after yourself. My last sub made a first aid kit of sorts, filled it with warm blankets and hot cocoa mix and bath bombs and all that good stuff. We should make one together,” Weston said, still looking at Kieran questioningly. “Are you not a fan of penne vodka?” Weston asked, noticing the boy looked distracted and barely ate any of his food. He understood this was a lot of information, but he didn’t think it was the talking about subdrop that was occupying Kieran’s mind. “Something wrong?” Weston asked, staring at the boy.
Kieran’s lips twitched up a bit at the mention of a ‘first aid’ kit, his mind already switching over to the kinds of things that he could put into it. Maybe some chocolate, and a big sweater, and bubble bath. He smiled down at his pasta for a moment before taking another bite, his eyes going wide at Weston’s question. He chewed rapidly, swallowing before letting out a quick protest. “No, it’s delicious,” Kieran assured, nodding several times. At the second question, he simply blushed, ducking his head. “Just embarrassed,” he admitted quietly, shrugging. There was no good way to explain it without sounding stupid. “Being corrected like that makes me uncomfortable. But it’s not a big deal,” he promised, looking back up at Weston, his expression earnest. “Really, I can deal with it. I’m sorry for making you thing something was wrong.”
Weston watched the pot to make sure the water didn’t boil over, stirring the sauce occasionally so it didn’t burn at the bottom. “Water’s fine for both of us,” Weston said, finishing up making the dinner and pouring the sauce of the noddles before setting the two plates down in front of where Kieran had set up the silverware. “Also, Sir is more for when we’re doing scenes. You can call me Weston outside of that,” Weston mentioned, smiling warmly before sitting down and digging into his meal. Weston knew there were still some things to discuss that they had kind of skipped over. “So Kieran, I know you said you have done some research on dom/sub relationships, but I would just like to know the extent of your knowledge. Subdrop is a main one. Have you heard of that?” Weston asked, taking a sip of his water. “Because while it mostly happens right after scenes, there are times when it can come on randomly when you’re left alone. Submissives have a tendency to rely on their doms, obviously, and when they are without their doms they sometimes go through this a.. withdrawl I guess you could say. It can be very dangerous because the some subs lose the feeling of self worth and can send themselves into panic attacks and a state of depression. Does this all make sense so far?” Weston asked.
Kieran’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, not in a nice way, and he simply nodded as he went about collecting two bottles of water from the fridge. He poured them both into two glasses, even going so far as put a couple of ice cubes in them. He kept his head down, his movements stiff and awkward as he moved to set the glasses on the table. He was embarrassed and he felt awkward and uncomfortable. Mentally berating himself, he sat down at the spot that had come to feel like his, his eyes on the table as Weston continued to explain things to him. He understood, and he took in the information, but his mind was still on the way he had been corrected, his brain endlessly looping that he was an idiot. Unfortunately, that was the way his anxiety worked. One small thing could be on his mind for hours, causing stress and discomfort. “It makes sense,” he said softly, when prompted, finally taking a small bite of the pasta. “I’ll make sure to let you know if I start to feel anything like that.”
Weston made sure to wait for Kieran as he pulled himself out of the bed too. Weston was surprised by how well they connected. Usually it took Weston a few days with his subs for them even to adjust that quickly, but it was like Kieran was destined for him. Like if there was one person Weston was meant to have as his sub, Kieran was it. “You can set the table for me and get us drinks,” Weston answered, walking to the kitchen and pulling out some penne noddles and a container of vodka sauce. It was one of Weston’s favorite dishes, regardless of the occasion. As he heated up the water for the noddles and the sauce in pot, he leaned against the counter. “So I’ll be driving you to work most days except of course the days that I’m working as well. I’ll be there to pick you up as well and remember to get your schedule for me today so I can tell you which days you’ll have to drive yourself,” Weston said, dumping in the noddles once the water was boiling. Weston couldn’t help but stare at Kieran’s bum in his jeans as he walked around setting up the plates. “You have such a nice ass babe, can’t wait until I actually get to use it,” Weston smirked.
Kieran paused quickly to pull on his pair of jeans, feeling rather exposed now that the moment had passed. He flushed a bit, eyeing a shirt, but figured that it was probably best not to keep Weston waiting, and so he kept his top half naked, self-consciously rubbing at his stomach as he followed the Dom into the kitchen. “Yes, Sir,” he said tentatively, gaze flickering up to Weston to gauge his reaction, making sure that his words were okay. He didn’t know the protocol for this, didn’t know when to say sir and when to stay silent. Kieran was learning as he went along, and he hoped that he was doing a good job of it. He moved cautiously but efficiently around the kitchen, pulling out plates and silverware and setting them out on the table. “What would you like to drink?” Kieran asked shyly, pausing with his hand on the fridge door. “And, uhm, me?” Weston had told him what to drink the night before, so he wasn’t sure if he should go with the same thing, or wait for instruction.
He knew they were still in their test run phase, but Weston could most definitely see Kieran taking up a spot in his home. He was a good submissive, a good fit for Weston and Weston wanted to believe he was a good fit for Kieran as well. “You’re welcome precious,” Weston cooed, pulling Kieran closer to him. After scene cuddles were always so comforting. Even though they were more for Kieran to settle down and get his mind clear, Weston enjoyed them just as much. “I’m glad you think so, you’re quite a little cuddle bug, aren’t you?” Weston commented, pinching Kieran’s cheek and laughing. He let time pass as he sat there, content with Kieran in his arms. It felt like Kieran had been his submissive for months now even though it was only the second day. After almost half an hour passed, Weston patted his bum. “Time for lunch babe,” Weston said, pulling himself out of bed.
Kieran closed his eyes for a few moments, all but melting into Weston’s touch. He couldn’t get enough of this, couldn’t get as close as he needed to. It was insane to Kieran just how quickly he had adapted to this, how quickly he could feel himself giving more and more of himself over to this man. He usually had troubles trusting, was always suspicious and anxious about strangers - but Weston had entered his life almost seamlessly, carving a spot for himself in Kieran’s heart in no time at all. “I like to cuddle,” he agreed, smiling a little shyly. They laid in silence for a while, just simply enjoying each others presence, and then Weston was pulling away. Kieran pouted a bit at first, but quickly schooled his features into something more accepting, not wanting to ruin the peace they had reached. “Okay,” he simply agreed, pushing himself up and out of the bed to follow Weston. “Can I help with anything?”
Weston smiled at Kieran softly because he wanted Kieran to know that he did a good job. He knew the lip biting habit might take awhile for him to break, but he had to remind him to stop it whenever he started to do it. That was the only way to break a habit really. “Hey,” Weston called, grabbing Kieran’s face with both his hands and pulling him close for a kiss. “You did really good for me. You were such a good boy,” Weston complimented, pressing a vast amount of kisses all over Kieran’s face and watching his eyes twinkle. “And there’s so much more of that happy feeling to come. Now once you’re in the right state of mind again we need to have a more serious talk but since you’re still sort of floaty we’re just going to cuddle for a bit yeah? Do you like that?” Weston soothed, pulling Kieran next to him and drapping his arm loosely around him. “Pretty pretty boy,” Weston commented, drawing circles on Kieran’s stomach lightly with his finger
Kieran let out a bubble of laughter, a giggle, and wriggled closer to Weston’s warmth, tilting his head up to accept the kisses to his face. He grinned, scrunching his nose a bit as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you,” he said proudly, inwardly pleased and incredibly delighted to hear the praise. He was a good boy, he was Weston’s good boy, and that thought made his stomach flip flop, butterflies exploding in his abdomen. He shivered a bit, cuddling closer, and allowed himself to be enveloped in Weston’s embrace. “I like that,” he confirmed, nodding, “you’re comfy and warm.” Kieran relaxed slowly, letting himself come back down, back to himself over time, although he continued to blink up at Weston adoringly even as he felt himself settling a bit more. The muscles in his stomach twitched at Weston’s touch, and he scrunched his face again, letting out a peal of giggles.
Weston watched the way Kieran’s eyes fixated on him like he was prey. He loved the desperation that came along with being far gone. He loved that Kieran was just saying whatever thought popped into his head. That was the thing about losing yourself in subspace, you generally just said your first thoughts. There was no restrictions or limits. He flinched a bit at the cool touch of Kieran’s hands on his stomach, but he could feel his muscles tightening as he clenched his eyes shut. “Oh fuck,” Weston muttered, feeling himself spill into his hand and pumping himself a few more time to ride out his orgasm. After some heavy breathing, he got himself in more control. “Maybe next time you can taste. Have to earn it,” Weston explained, grabbing Kieran’s shirt that was on the ground and wiping his seed on there. “And what did I say about biting your lip,” Weston sighed, raising at his sub. “Do I need to get you a pacifier?” Weston casually joked, though he definitely wouldn’t be opposed to it if Kieran actually needed it. “You can grab a new shirt for the day too and I’ll do some wash while you’re at work today.”
Kieran’s eyes widened even further, his lips dropping open as Weston came with a low curse, spilling all over his own hand, and Kieran let out a whine, wanting so badly to dip down and take his Dom’s fingers between his lips. He watched sadly as Weston wiped his hand on the shirt, knowing better than to protest but wishing that he could. It seemed like a waste, although he wouldn’t say it - that was too embarrassing even for his current state of mind. His head dropped, ducking away from Weston’s gaze, and he wrung his hands in front of him, licking at his bottom lip instead of taking it between his teeth like he had wanted to. He didn’t like feeling like he had disappointed Weston, but it was hard to just rid himself of a habit he’d had for years. Kieran turned his head, hiding most of his face against the pillow, peeking up at Weston with one uncovered eye - he still felt odd and floaty and almost childish. “Okay,” he finally managed, his tongue feeling clumsy.
Weston was glad to see that Kieran was obeying him rather than complaining about not being able to do anything besides kiss. That’s usually where he ran into trouble. Greedy subs were always the troublemakers. He knew now that Kieran really wasn’t a fan of being called greedy or ever implying he was greedy. Weston used Kieran’s spit from earlier as his makeshift lube, starting to stroke himself lightly as Kieran whimpered against his lips. “I want you to still watch me baby,” Weston whispered, bringing up his free hand. “Spit,” Weston instructed which Weston brought down afterwards and starting picking up his pace on his twitching cock. He pressed kisses to Kieran’s face as he spent a few minutes bringing himself to the edge. “I’m close baby. Put your hand on my stomach. I want you to feel my muscles when I come,” Weston instructed, feeling his body near the edge as he pumped his cock in fast paces now
Kieran shifted closer to Weston, getting their bodies as close as he possibly could without breaking the rule that the Dom had set out for him. He tilted his head down, watching Weston’s fingers circling his cock, and he moaned at the sight, taking in the way his muscles flexed. Kieran scrunched his nose a bit at the request to spit into Weston’s hand, but he did it anyways, watching as the man used it to slick his twitching cock. “So beautiful,” Kieran murmured, biting down hard on his bottom lip and immediately reaching up to press his palm to Weston’s stomach, spreading his long fingers to cover as much warm skin as he could. He scratched his nails lightly across his Dom’s abs, his lips parted, eyeing the drip of precum at the tip of Weston’s cock. “Can I taste after, please?” Kieran asked, too far in his own head and too far gone for Weston to be embarrassed. He wanted his Dom to cum, wanted him to feel as good as Kieran had. “Want you to feel good,” he mumbled, biting down hard on his bottom lip, his eyes wide and almost desperate.