Don lets out a pleasant little sigh when Marvelous’s lips brush over his neck. He loves all the different ways Marvelous has of kissing him - soft and teasing like this, slow and gentle, deep and passionate, or sometimes, rough and claiming, like he wants to take Don’s mouth as his plunder. He could be content to just sit and let Marvelous kiss his neck some more, but he doesn’t think he can get through the explanation of his idea with Marvelous’s lips pressed to one of his more sensitive places.
“Well,” says Don, putting his fingers over Marvelous’s mouth, and easing him back up to a sitting position. “What if we were to do a bit of roleplay, and I was the one in charge instead of you?” He splays his hand out and runs it down Marvelous’s chest. Somehow he doesn’t feel as shy talking about this as he does about his own fantasies; maybe it’s because he’s already started to picture himself in character, competent and commanding and in perfect control.
“You wouldn’t have to decide a single thing,” he continues, leaning forward to murmur into Marvelous’s ear, “because I’d be the one making all the decisions. You wouldn’t even have to think about it, because you wouldn’t get to choose. I’d do as I pleased with you, and when I told you to do something you’d be a good boy and say ‘Yes, sir’ and do it just the way I wanted.”
Don is feeling aroused just from talking about this, and from imagining having Marvelous so compliant, obeying his every whim. He can’t just assume that Marvelous will be alright with the idea and start in on it, though. “If that’s something you’d like,” he adds. “And it’d only be for play, so you’d have a safeword and everything, I wouldn’t really make you do something you didn’t want, you know that.” He kisses Marvelous on the temple. “So, would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try?”
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Date: 2013-01-09 12:44 pm (UTC)From:“Well,” says Don, putting his fingers over Marvelous’s mouth, and easing him back up to a sitting position. “What if we were to do a bit of roleplay, and I was the one in charge instead of you?” He splays his hand out and runs it down Marvelous’s chest. Somehow he doesn’t feel as shy talking about this as he does about his own fantasies; maybe it’s because he’s already started to picture himself in character, competent and commanding and in perfect control.
“You wouldn’t have to decide a single thing,” he continues, leaning forward to murmur into Marvelous’s ear, “because I’d be the one making all the decisions. You wouldn’t even have to think about it, because you wouldn’t get to choose. I’d do as I pleased with you, and when I told you to do something you’d be a good boy and say ‘Yes, sir’ and do it just the way I wanted.”
Don is feeling aroused just from talking about this, and from imagining having Marvelous so compliant, obeying his every whim. He can’t just assume that Marvelous will be alright with the idea and start in on it, though. “If that’s something you’d like,” he adds. “And it’d only be for play, so you’d have a safeword and everything, I wouldn’t really make you do something you didn’t want, you know that.” He kisses Marvelous on the temple. “So, would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try?”