Lawrence looked down at the white box that lay on his bed, a room recently his now that he was an admin. He opened the box and saw a neko-meowth mad outfit. He gives a slight laugh and slips it on,
he pulls on an overcoat, hiding the outfit. This was for Giovanni's eyes only. There is still a small amount of muttering, though less ever since he silenced that other admin for suggesting he'd gotten his position under a desk. It was the truth of course, but that wasn't the point. Nothing distinct, and he didn't want to ruin his outfit.
He continued on his way until reaching Giovanni's offices. Putting on the headband and puts the overcoat on a hook.
"Yes." The voice was soft, but carried through the whole room. "I do have quite the amazing sense of taste. Oh." There is a slight intake of breath, and the blush that crosses Giovanni's face is very slight but unmistakable.His eyes roved over the young admin and a pleased smile dances on his lips. Tilting his head slightly he holds his palm at an angle and stares, waiting on something. There's a slight moment where he moistens his lips before swallowing slightly, the red on his cheeks intensifying for a moment.
Lawrence tilts his head for a moment and smiles back at the man, a smile that doesn't reach his cold brown eyes. "Thank you for the gift ... Master." He plays his part and dips into a little curtsy. His soulless eyes remained on Giovanni.
Giovanni slightly smirks and tilts his head. "Now that always sounds so much better than Boss coming out of your pretty mouth." His right hand drifted under Lawrence's chin and he leaned in to kiss him deeply, an act that caught the young admin completely off guard. As their lips met for the first time he slowly began to close his eyes. Then he felt a collar being attached around his neck, and cold metal resting against his chest. Slowly Giovanni leaned back holding onto a chain in his left hand. "A perfect finishing touch." He pulls on the chain harshly, causing Lawrence to stumble forward into his chest, wrapping the chain around his hand and pulled the gleaming chain taught, forcing Lawrence to look up at him. "Mine." It is a flat statement, but there was something in those dark eyes. Lawrence could swear it.
He didn't have much time to dwell on it Giovanni walked towards a black leather chaise, tugging the leash and forcing Lawrence to follow him. As the man lay back Lawrence felt his heartbeat rising with excitement at the thick bulge in the man's pants. Another tug at the leash nearly pulled him off his feet, and he stabilized, taking the hint and climbing onto Giovanni's lap. His own small cock peeking up, lifting the ruffles of his crinoline just a little. With an amused and derisive smile playing on his lips Giovanni stared down the ruffles of the skirt as he gently ran his hand over them, right above where Lawrence's hard cock was.