control. ( ot4 . )

24.04.2023. (continued.)

Michael can't quite believe the amount of bags splayed out all over his bedroom once he takes a look around. He had known that Luke had bought him a lot, he just didn't realise it was quite as much as it was.

Out of the many bags, six of them were from Victoria's Secret, three from Forever 21 and four from Urban Outfitters. He didn't even know where to start, he was unaware of just what was in the majority of the bags, and he couldn't wait until he had the time the next day to ruffle through all of the bags and organise his wardrobe accordingly.

He picks up a VS bag at random, the biggest one, and he rummages through it to find an outfit. To his surprise, the bag is full of pyjamas. The special edition VS show robe, two sets of flannel two-pieces in red and green, and a PINK white henley with neon green writing and the short shorts to match. He hums as he picks all of the pieces out and cocks his head to look at them. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to wear pyjamas to dinner.

Michael decides against it, placing all of the items neatly back in the bag and picking up an Urban Outfitters bag instead, finding a plain pair of high waisted black skinny jeans and a purple plaid flannel, a lacey black bralette in beside it. It would definitely do, he decided as he stripped himself of his robe, leaving his body bare.

He gasps when he catches sight of his body in the floor length mirror, running his dainty fingers over the crazy amount of bruises and bites that littered his neck, torso and upper thighs. Michael was marked as Luke's temporarily, but Michael wondered if that was Luke's way of saying to the other two Dominants that even though they shared the young boy, Luke was the alpha. Michael squirmed at the thought. 

He quickly glanced away from the mirror, ripping the tags from the clothing and pulling them onto his body, ignoring the fact that he didn't take out underwear.

The young Sub cocks his head to the side as he looks at his own reflection, not knowing what to do with the large flannel that drowned his body. He decided on tucking it loosely into his jeans, letting the material still billow out a little bit around his waist, his bralette on complete display.

His entire body ached as he made his way through the hall and down to the dining room. His muscles screamed at him to just lie down and sleep, but under Luke's watch he wasn't let off so easy, and he was forced to go downstairs and eat dinner at the proper time as to keep his routine in order.

Michael enters the dining room to find just Luke and Ashton sitting at the table, Calum's place not set, meaning Michael was on his side of the table on his own. "Good evening, Sir," Michael nods towards Ashton, smiling brightly.

Ashton looks up at Michael with soft, honey coloured eyes and Michael could only describe his gaze as loving. He blushes under the intensity of it. "You look beautiful, Michael. Are those new?"

Michael takes his seat at the table and nods his head, "Yes, Sir. Mr.Hemmings took me shopping this afternoon."

Ashton glances towards Luke and grins, "You did? You hate shopping, Luke." Ashton chuckles and Luke rolls his eyes fondly at the man.

Luke shrugs, "I do hate shopping, for myself. But it was fun going shopping with Michael."

"Well, I'm glad you both had fun," Ashton nods towards the litter of bruises covering Michael's neck and chest, and Michael's cheeks flush even hotter under Ashton's intense stare.

They're interrupted just in time by the waiters coming in and serving them their dinner. Michael breathes in the sweet smell as he glances down at the bowl of chicken stir fry in front of him. His stomach growls at him, obviously letting him know that even though he didn't feel like he was hungry, he certainly was.