on Thursday morning Justin checked the mail, which he only did once every couple of days and found that a very special package had been delivered. Maybe it was too soon, he thought, feeling a little concerned, but he’d actually ordered this when Wes first agreed to be his sub, and just because they maybe sort of were a little almost involved in another way, that didn’t mean he shouldn’t give his sub a present. And besides that he really, really wanted to, so there was that too. He knew it would make Wes happy, and he wanted to make Wes happy, quite a lot. He carried the package upstairs, looked around for Wes and saw he was in his room. He went into his study for a box cutter and unwrapped the collar he’d bought for Wes, running his fingers over it to check it was the good quality that he’d paid for and then nodding, satisfied. He sent Wes a message: Meet me in the lounge? I got you something.
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