Marvelous ducks his head to hide his smirk as Don squirms away from his mouth and places a hand between them as a temporary barrier. But he glances up again quickly enough because Don's words are directed right at him and they soon capture his attention. And his imagination.
It's a little surprising to hear Don voice the idea at all, possibly because Marvelous hadn't thought of it himself? He'd been right on the edge of making that leap from what he ideally would want to not having it be a reality, but he'd come up short. Maybe he really does need a break, get the batteries recharged.
Ironically, this sounds like the perfect way to do it. Perhaps the mere idea of negotiating a scene and putting safety measures in place would tire anyone else out, but not Marvelous. This boosts and re-energizes him like food or sleep might.
It's also really sexy to have Don talk so confidently about roleplay. Marvelous can remember a time when Don had never experienced anything like it before; look at him now. He grows and changes, and takes risks, and chances. That it is his idea only enforces the feeling of him taking control from the start. It was meant to be this way.
Don has it in him. Marvelous knows because when Don gets fussy about something or other glimmers of it appear in his pout, his stance, his tone of voice. He can do it, he wants to do it for Marvelous. Oh, Marvelous wants to let him. Marvelous wants Don to take control and feel the power; it's delicious and heady and intoxicating, and he'll still handle it with skill.
Of course Don quickly makes sure to add that he'll only do it if Marvelous wants him to. Would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try? he asks carefully, and Marvelous smiles to himself once more before straightening his face. He wouldn't dare make mockery of this.
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It's a little surprising to hear Don voice the idea at all, possibly because Marvelous hadn't thought of it himself? He'd been right on the edge of making that leap from what he ideally would want to not having it be a reality, but he'd come up short. Maybe he really does need a break, get the batteries recharged.
Ironically, this sounds like the perfect way to do it. Perhaps the mere idea of negotiating a scene and putting safety measures in place would tire anyone else out, but not Marvelous. This boosts and re-energizes him like food or sleep might.
It's also really sexy to have Don talk so confidently about roleplay. Marvelous can remember a time when Don had never experienced anything like it before; look at him now. He grows and changes, and takes risks, and chances. That it is his idea only enforces the feeling of him taking control from the start. It was meant to be this way.
Don has it in him. Marvelous knows because when Don gets fussy about something or other glimmers of it appear in his pout, his stance, his tone of voice. He can do it, he wants to do it for Marvelous. Oh, Marvelous wants to let him. Marvelous wants Don to take control and feel the power; it's delicious and heady and intoxicating, and he'll still handle it with skill.
Of course Don quickly makes sure to add that he'll only do it if Marvelous wants him to. Would that be the sort of thing you’d want to try? he asks carefully, and Marvelous smiles to himself once more before straightening his face. He wouldn't dare make mockery of this.
"Yes, sir," he says, perfectly obediently.