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"You want to know the way you apologize?" Toji begins, letting his voice become the leather- and alcohol-drawl that's brought so many brats to their knees. "The real way? Not the way you and all your pissant little boy doms think earns you the right to call me daddy?" He twists his finger until the fabric grows taut, until it rips and scatters seed pearls across the tatami, and Satoru sways with the motion, his eyes wide, his mouth parted. "As for this sweet little collar of yours, you haven't earned that, either."
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Toji's gotten sick of being Satoru's bodyguard and picking him up from his flings. Satoru wants to apologize, but can he take what Toji's ready to dish out?