"C-collar? How did you know about that?" He asked as he grabbed it off his shelf and grabbed the key necklace as well, handing them both to Fun as he sat on the bed and looked at his lover. He crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap, very obedient indeed.
"Good boy," Fun said when he was handled the collar and key.
"And I saw you with it earlier." He put the collar around Evan's neck, locking it. He patted Evan's head lightly.
Evan smiled and nuzzled into the head pats. "Oooh okay. Makes sense." He grinned as the lock dangled across his throat. He felt happy to be collared and owned like this. It made him feel important,like he belonged.
Fun smiled a bit, leaving his hand on Evan's head. He put the necklace with the key around his own neck, smiling a bit more. This was right, if felt right. He leaned forward, kissing Evan lightly.
He sat there patiently and quietly,looking at Fun with expecting eyes, awaiting commands. He sat stone still as the sub space set in deeper, hands now almost dead weight in his lap.
Fun glanced around the room once.
"I'm going to change some things," he said, looking back at Evan. "You're going to rearrange your room."
"Wha-why? I like the way my room is." He said with a little bit of a pout, absolutely confused. His arms kinda went up to cross in brattiness but then they just settled back into his lap, looking up at Fun with absolute obedience in his gaze.
"Because," Fun said, "I want you to think of me when you're cleaning your room. You're going to have to do it a very specific way."
"That's…new. But okay sir. I'm willing to give it a try." He watched Fun with now expectation and even a shine of eagerness as he looked around his room, in deep wonder of what his lover would do. "Sir. May I have some head scritches?" He asked kindly, looking back at Fun.
Fun looked around the room once, examining it as he decided what to do. He looked at Evan when he spoke, smiling a bit. He reached over, scratching Evan's head lightly.
"Are you ready for instructions?"
He nuzzled into Fun's hand and nodded. "Yes sir!" He said, quite a bit of excitement in his voice as he dangled his legs over the edge of the bed, ready to get up and do as his dominant says. There was a smile on his face, the lock on his collar dangling back and fourth a bit.
"The very first thing you are to do is switch your shelves around," Fun said.
"Put things were you never thought you might before."
"But they are already neat and organized." It's true. All of his books were in alphabetical order by name and author, little knick knacks neatly tucked away. He stood there studying the book shelf, not sure of exactly how to do it. "How…how do you suggest I do it sir?" (Hmm…should Evan have OCD? And like actual OCD not just 'oh lol i am so ocd about things')
(oooooo, that could be really interesting! I am too, unofficially still technically)
"Sort the books by physical traits, not by author and name," Fun started. "Color, thickness, height." He watched Evan from the bed, smiling softly.
Evan stared at the bookshelf. "But…but they look so nice like this…" He sighed and began to take them off the shelf slowly, and set his little knick knacks. Plastic dragons and POP! Dolls, and small little trinkets from family trips over the summer, all set on the bookshelf were now being moved to the desk. "May I have some help please?" He was a little too short to get the stuff from the very top two shelves. These held the most breakable items, which was his sisters fault. He was too tired the last time he rearranged it to argue with her, figuring he'd fix it, but ended up not doing it getting caught up in well, life.
Fun stood, nodding.
"Alright then. And you'll make it look nice the new way too." Fun patted Evan's head lightly, reaching up to carefully pull the objects down from the shelf.
Evan sighed and nodded as he began to put away his books, mentally organizing them the way that Fun wanted them. This time he started at the top shelf, stretching upwards to put them away. He was barely able to get them up there, standing on his tippy toes. He didn't like to ask for help, and also didn't want to test his dom's limits on what he can and can't get help with.
Fun watched Evan a moment, eyes narrowing a bit as he watched. He was worried Evan would hurt himself trying to reach up.
"Stop," he said calmly. "Get a stool or a chair, but don't push yourself."
Evan ignored Fun. "Don't worry sir I've got-ow!" A big book fell down and hit him on the foot. He hopped backwards, holding his one foot,cussing up a storm as he sat on the bed.
Fun stepped forward when Evan got hurt, sitting down next to him.
"I told you," Fun said sternly. He looked at Evan's foot, wanting to see just how badly he had hurt himself.
It was nothing more then a bruise on his foot. Luckily it was just the corner of the book, nothing too bad. Evan was used to bruises. He glared at Fun a bit. "I had it I swear! You could've helped…"
"When I saw you had dropped the book, it was too late. And I wanted you to be the one to put the books up." Fun sighed. He was glad it wasn't too bad, but it was still hard for him to see Evan hurt.
Evan sighed. "But I'm short. You could've noticed that and offered some assistance." He pouted a bit, crossing his arms, before getting up and now limping, began to continue his book sorting. He was a little mad at Fun's ignorance but decided to just let it slide and continue his chores. This really wasn't the recharging he needed right now, but he would take what he could get.
Fun sighed softly. He stood, moving over to stop Evan a moment to give him a hug.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I… know I'm not the best at this, even just dealing with people in general. I really an sorry I let you get hurt."
Evan set down a smaller book and hugged Fun back. "It's alright I shouldn't expect you to be perfect. You're still learning after all." He sighed and nuzzled into Fun. "Can we just cuddle for a bit? Please?? I-I really don't feel like doing more work right now."