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Declan slowly approaches Owen from behind, letting one hand drift down to caress over his bare shoulders as he circles around to face him. Owen exhales shakily, and Declan momentarily wishes Owen wasn’t blindfolded; he can tell so much about his clients by looking into their eyes. No matter; they should talk anyway, get to know each other. “Hello, Owen,” Declan says, keeping a hand on Owen’s shoulder as he comes to a stop in front of him. “My name is Declan. But you can call me ‘Sir.’” He’s pleased at Owen’s soft intake of breath, and how he swallows nervously. “Yes, sir,” Owen says, his voice crackling slightly. Now it’s Declan’s turn to inhale sharply; he’s been called many names by many clients—Mister, Master, My King, and every once in a while, Daddy. But Sir has always been his favorite; it never fails to get him in the right mindset. And hearing it from Owen’s mouth, just… sends a certain thrill down his spine. He trails his hand along the back of Owen’s neck, enjoying how he trembles under his touch. “Oh, yes,” Declan whispers, almost to himself, but loud enough for Owen to hear. “I’m going to have fun with you.” A love story. A very kinky, dirty love story. But a love story nonetheless.

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