#or maybe you’ll text me to be naked and have my collar & leash on when you get home

[rosicheeks]

I wanna come home from a long fucking day of work and crawl in bed with you, thrusting my hard cock inside that pretty sweet little mouth of yours

Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

#my DREAM right there #I’ve always had a dream of being a stay at home pet 😇 #I’ll be a cute little puppy while you’re at work all day #maybe I’ll send you pictures and videos teasing you all day #I’ll show you me cooking in just my lingerie #and then I want them to text me when they’re on their way home #and maybe they’ll tell me exactly what they want #‘put on that blue lingerie and have your collar and leash ready for me’ #or ‘be completely naked and waiting for me when I get home’ #I’ll always be a good girl and do as I’m told #but maybeeeeeee one day I’m a brat and I decide to hide instead #I want to hear you slam through the doors searching for me #rosie?? rosie!!! ROSIE #and then when you finally find me you’ll have to punish me and teach me never to disobey again #jdndksnkdnfkwjsmd #ugh #not a want but a NEED #ask #anon

[silkkpopbonnet]

7 Nights of Monsta X

Night Two

Alexis went home shortly after breakfast with Hyungwon. Tonight was his night and she wanted to unwind and relax before whatever he had planned for the night. As she relaxed into a soothing bath, curls of steam floating up around her, she leaned her head back against a pillow. Her spring twists piled on top of her head, secured with a scrunchie. She placed a silk wrap around her edges, and now rubbed her sore thigh muscles gently as music hummed in the background. Her phone chimed from its position on the floor, a text, it could wait. When the call came through, Alexis grunted sitting up from the rose and neroli scented water to see who it was. 

Her benefactor. 

He was a demanding man, he liked to call himself a dom, but frequently she was the one who put him in his place.

“Stop calling him a trick he only buys your food.” That’s what Meg thee stallion said and this man was more than that, but definitely no more than a walking wallet. 

A player but not on her team. 

“Hello.” No need to pretend not to know who it was. 

“What have you been doing all night?” The benefactor’s voice chimed anxiously through the line. 

Alexis grunted, he wanted something but whatever it was she’d make him wait. “Have you needed something?” 

“You.” 

At least he was to the point about it. 

“Details, Jaehyun, I’ve told you about that.” Setting the phone on a bar near the tub, Alexis relaxed back into her water. 

“I want to feel you in my mouth, tonight, I’m back for a few days and I thought that maybe we could play tonight.” 

“Not interested.” 

Alexis had enough of a reputation and skills to rely on that she could do as she wished. He knew that and to demand more of her was definitely out of their play spectrum. 

“Alexis,” His attempt at chiding her was futile. “Please, sweetheart, what are you doing tonight? Probably nothing, come let daddy-”

“Jaehyun, listen closely.” Standing out of the water, Alexis wrapped herself in a thick towel. “Tonight, I’m going to have some fun with a few acquaintances. I am going to relax, and enjoy myself. Don’t ruin my good time with your incessant whining, am I clear?” 

She put on a strict tone, clear enough that he would revert to his submissive nature. True to his nature, that’s exactly what he did. Alexis rolled her eyes, he played his role well, why couldn’t he stop faking the dominant? 

“Of course, beauty, can I see you soon?” 

“Yes, when I want to see you, I’ll call you. Now be a good boy and go look at some of my pictures. Touch yourself and show me the results.” 

She hung up without another word, clicking the red end call button quickly. He’d do exactly as she asked because her attention was all he wanted in this world. If she gave him a scrap he’d survive for months. It was these kinds of men that kept her afloat and living as well as she did. It was a game, and Alexis always won.

As she sat in the car that would take her to the guys apartment, she smoothed her hand over the faux leather mini dress she wore. It was off the shoulder and boasted a zippered front. Underneath this she wore a bra and panty combo that would be enough to make Hyungwon choke on his tongue. If she was lucky, she’d be choking on his dick by the end of the night, the man boasted some serious big dick energy. It was his mannerisms, he was confident and attractive and knew that. A man who stood tall in a room with other men on his level and still believed himself to the best looking was a good thing. He answered to no one, at least only one of them. Alexis chuckled at the remembrance of what Wonho said.

(WARNING: These scenes will contain some elements of pain with sexual pleasure and cross-dressing. It’s tame but if it’s not your flavor please skip!)

Her gold Louboutin heels clacked neatly against the pavement, as she wrapped her faux fur around herself, and entered the building. Up to the elevator and onto the floor that belonged to her lovers. How long would they get the privilege of calling themselves that? She had no idea, but so far the conversation and intrigue were enough to keep her here. 

The door opened before she arrived, and Alexis smiled at Minhyuk, who eagerly took her hand and led her inside.

“You look amazing,” He kissed her cheek gently, not wanting to overstep. “Smell even better, is that amber oil?”

The action surprised Alexis and stroked his chin. He didn’t take without asking, by now some of her clients would assume so. 

“Thank you, and yes it is.” Minhyuk took her coat and hung it gently in the closet. 

Taking her hand once more, he helped her to sit on the hall bench as he removed her shoes and placed them high on the closet shelf. 

“Hyungwon is in the shower, the rest of us are playing Mario Kart, would you like to join us? He’ll be doing his hair and that might take a while.” 

“I would love to.” One hand on her lower back, Minhyuk gently caressed her, Alexis could feel the itch in his fingers. 

The hesitation in the way he moved, it affected his aura. Just before they stepped into the living area, Alexis stopped placing one of her hands on Minhyuk’s chest. 

“What is it?” 

“Nothing.” He kissed her fingers. “I’m excited to spend time with you, it’s not often we get private time with a beautiful woman.” 

“Really? Could have fooled me, I bet hundreds would be dying to be here.” 

“For reasons, I don’t care to talk about. Singing, dancing, my career. You are here because you like us, like me. If you didn’t want to there’s nothing holding you from leaving.” 

He was right in a way, but that’s not what was on his mind. “Tell me what else Minhyuk.” Alexis turned her body into his, forcing him into a small corner in the darkness of the hall. “Something is on your mind.” 

Minhyuk looked around nervously. He tried to be objective in all things, but he was wondering how’d he’d compare to Hyungwon and Wonho. Not that he wasn’t confident in his abilities, but there was a weakness in comparing yourself to others and that’s what he was doing now. 

“I hope to be good for you is all.” Rubbing her chin, Minhyuk was awed by the way the light of the living room captured the highlight on her cheekbones. 

“Trust in your own ability.” Alexis tapped his nose before kissing it. “Be yourself, that’s all I ask.” Before moving away she thought about something. “What is it that you like? Want to show me a little?” 

Heat rose in Minhyuk’s gut as he felt her breasts press upon his chest. Gently, he held both sides of Alexis's face as he rolled his body into her, turning them so she was pressed against the wall. 

“I want to fuck your face until tears stream out of those pretty, brown eyes.” He kissed her gently, biting her bottom lip. “I want to hear you gag on my cock, and feel your nails in my thighs while I’m sliding down your throat.” Minhyuk buried his face in the crook of her neck, while his hand placed hers on top of his hardening shaft. 

Slowly, he nibbled along Alexis collarbone until he was back at her lips, begging for entrance. She obliged, unzipping his slacks enough to wrap a hand around his hot length. Easy strokes in her hand that had him moving his hips if he wasn’t careful he’d spill his seed right here. He was so turned on that the sound of his members just feet away were drowned out. The thrill of someone walking over and catching, Alexis hand around his exposed length was enough to make him spill against her thighs. 

Tongues wrapping around one another, Alexis let him go, pushing his cock slowly back into his pants. She pulled him close, teeth on his earlobe as she spoke gently. 

“Go to the bathroom, and squeeze your dick as hard as you can until you cum on your chest for me. Clean up and you’ll get a kiss when your return.” 

He was breathless, heart beating in a hurry in his chest. Minhyuk hurriedly took Alexis hand and led her into the living room, helping her to sit next to Kihyun before he excused himself. 

Sighing happily, Alexis turned to Kihyun with a smile as she kissed the corner of his mouth. “Hello handsome, what course are we on?” 

Sitting on the couch after she lost to I.M. Alexis looked at the video Minhyuk sent her. His glorious chest on display, fine lines of his abs clenching as his hand pumped his cock furiously. It was the way that he looked directly into the camera and slid his thumb over his tip that almost made Alexis moan out loud. He knew how to work his angles. Now as he returned to the living room, never worse for the wear and sat next to her, Minhyuk’s hand slid between her legs, his fingers gently rubbing Alexis panties while they kissed. 

“Back off,” Hyungwon finally made his appearance. A red silk shirt opened to the chest, and black leather pants. He looked like a vampire, the slightly pale skin of his chest against the deep red. The layered gold necklaces he wore tapping lightly against his collarbone, as he leaned in front of Alexis and kissed her forehead. “Waiting long for me?” 

“Yes.” Kihyun decided to answer. “You’re going to take your clothes off, why spend so much time putting them on?” 

“Nice to know you’ll just be naked, Kihyun.” Jooheon shook his head. “One more race, Alexis. If I win, I get a kiss.” 

She laughed, watching Hyungwon’s dark eyes as he moved Minhyuk over to sit next to Alexis. “Just one, I have plans that Alexis will be thoroughly pleased with.” 

In the room, Hyungwon was lighting a few candles. Moving around he flicked a light switch and turned on a purple light around the bed. 

“Praise me, that’s what I ask for. Command me to be your slave, and tell me what a good job I’m doing.” 

Alexis noticed a collar around Hyungwon’s slender neck now, in his hand was a leash. Placing the end of it, in Alexis's hand, he kneeled on the floor and waited. 

“Command you?” Sitting on the bed, Alexis crossed one leg over the other and smiled down at him. “Oh baby boy, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

“I assume my mistress likes then?” Gentle fingers traced up her foot, massaging a calf. 

“I love it,” Alexis pulled gently on the leash, pulling Hyungwon until his face was against her leg. “You’ll want me to treat you like my good boy?” 

“Yes,” Hyungwon’s breath was becoming shorter, not because of the leash but his impending arousal. “What shall I do to please you?”

“Kiss my feet.” 

Always eager to do more, Hyungwon began massaging them. Bringing lavender painted toes to his mouth as he placed gentle kisses on them. 

“Good boy.” 

His mouth opened and enveloped a toe, sucking gently, while hands massaged the other. His tongue moved around the digit and up her ankle. Sneakily, he pushed himself higher on his knees and while he was kissing her thighs, he rubbed his aching cock against her foot. 

“Ah, ah.” Pushing him away, Alexis stood up. “Who told you to help yourself?” 

“No one.” Hyungwon grinned a cheeky side smile. He liked to push limits. “I simply thought.” 

Snatching his jaw, Alexis licked his cheek. “Who told you to think outside of what I tell you? You’re my pretty fucktoy, aren’t you?” 

Hyungwon turned his face, in her grasp just as she was about to lick him again to connect tongues. “Always, mistress.” 

A sizzle went down Alexis's spine, she pushed him over. Hyungwon continued to lay on the floor. “I just want to please you.” 

“You’re being naughty.” 

He reached his hands up, placing both on Alexis's thighs. “Let me make it up to you, I can obey.” 

Pulling on the leash, Alexis lifted him higher, he was breathing hard. He wore the leather for a reason, the sizeable bulge between his legs was straining against the zipper of his pants. 

“Unzip my dress, slowly.” 

Shaking hands did as they were told, pulling down the zipper until the dress hung off her body. Wide hips tapered their way to a natural waistline. Hyungwon fought the urge to kiss her stomach. Feel the softness against his lips. 

Instead, he fell to his knees and bowed his head. “I am unworthy.” 

“You are, slut. I’ve heard about your escapades. How you’re mouthy, need to be put in your place.” 

Hyungwon chuckled, lifting his head slightly so he could look at her. “Wonho has a big fucking mouth, kind of like his cock but you enjoyed that right to? I should be no issue.”  

Alexis fought the urge to smile, god, he was so much more than she expected. Reaching out she pinched his nipples. Dropping the leash as she rolled and pulled them between her fingers. 

A soft yell left Hyungwon’s lips, as Alexis grabbed his face kissing him. Hard, not asking just taking, she bit his bottom lip and pulled. One hand on his throat, she squeezed gently and pulled him to a stand. 

“Take it off.” 

The dress was pulled from her body. Tossed onto the floor, as Hyungwon still dressed, still ached to touch something other than clothes. 

“The panties and bra, take them off.” Mouthwatering he reached around Alexis and watched the dark green material fall from her breasts like a wrapper from candy. Oval-shaped breasts stood at attention in the cool air of the room. He desperately wanted to take one in his mouth. Licking his lips, he glanced at Alexis for approval but received a glare. She stood tall, wide stance as his hands came to her hips and began to slide her panties off her ample bottom. He should have told her that a slap here and there would be sufficient and really turn him on. He was musing with the idea when her voice pierced the quiet. 

“What are you thinking?” 

“Slap me.” 

“You haven’t earned it.” She half-wondered if he meant his ass. 

“Strike me, when I’m out of line. Rush will be our code word.” 

“Rush,” Alexis repeated, just as she stepped out of her panties.

Without a word, Hyungwon brought them to his nose and breathed deep. “I can smell your arousal, just tell me to fuck you. I’ll do it how you want.” He stuffed the silk underwear into his mouth, savoring the taste. 

Pulling on the end gently, Alexis smiled at him. Her slit was dripping, she could feel the moisture between her thighs, coating her skin. She’d have to wait though. Taking the panties back, she placed them behind her on the bed and delivered a smack to Hyungwon’s cheek. 

Breathing hard, Hyungwon moaned, letting his hands fall to the floor as his cheek glowed rosy. 

“Don’t do that again, am I understood?” 

“Yes, mistress. I overstepped.” Forehead on her feet, Hyungwon kissed Alexis’s ankles. 

“You did, and now you’ll have to be punished.” 

Grabbing his arm, Alexis pulled Hyungwon to a stand while she undid his pants. “Take them off, briefs as well.” 

Eagerly he moved with a quickness and grace, standing before Alexis in a red shirt that only covered the tops of his thighs. His cock, long and hard stood tall and commanding. Straining toward her, with a pink-tinted tip that begged to be sucked, touched and fucked. 

Reaching out a hand, Alexis tugged on his member, pulling Hyungwon closer to her. “Look at this pretty thing. Long and hard, you want me don’t you Hyungwon?” 

“Yes.” 

“Move yourself in my hand,” He began his thrusts with an earnest as she tried to hold onto her wrist for stabilization. “Slowly.” 

Forced to slow down, Hyungwon stared Alexis in the eyes, opening his mouth slowly into a small ‘o’ every time she squeezed his shaft. 

“Do you want to cum my beautiful boy? Spill in my hand? Watch my rub it on your face and lick the excess from my fingers?” 

“Please!” Hyungwon gasped, pleaded, as his eyes closed, he could feel his orgasm building.

“I could squeeze you harder with my cunt, milk you all night, and you’d clean your mess from my pussy wouldn’t you?” 

“Every drop,” Hyungwon whispered, his moans growing. 

Alexis watched as his Adam's apple moved up and down in his throat. Dark hair plastered with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, she removed her hand easily from his dick and watched as he continued to hump the air. 

“Don’t Alexis-”

Another slap. 

“Mistress, I can be a good boy.” Dropping to his knees, Hyungwon pleaded with her. 

“Put these on.” Holding out the panties, she grinned, watched as he took them from her hand. 

They were tight, fitting snug against his ass, and the ever-present strain from his cock pressed the fabric to its limits. Alexis grinned, sitting down on the bed, she opened her legs wide. 

“Come, please me and perhaps when you’re done. I’ll let you think about cumming.” 

On his hands and knees, Hyungwon approached her temple. Legs open, falling to either side, Alexis watched as he placed his hands on her thighs and just like this morning, he devoured her. Mouth open, licking and sucking with wild abandon, he thrust his tongue into her, around her. Hyungwon ate her pussy like it was his last meal before his death sentence. Like, he’d never get this opportunity again and his life depended on it. Across her pearl and up her slit, he lapped his tongue hard over her and used the tips of his canine teeth to nibble on her clit. He needed to rub himself on something, precum leaked from his cock and soiled the front of the panties. He groaned and breathed deep, before diving back into the sweet substance that was Alex’s pussy. Her first orgasm was upon her heavy and deep, it rolled over her like an ocean wave as she held his face to her core and held her breath. 

As she finished, Hyungwon stood, hands behind his back, as his body strained towards her. Alexis made a motion with her hand for him to remove the panties. Off them came with a snap. 

“Fuck me, boy. Slow, and gentle. Slap your cock on my pussy.” 

His teeth ached, getting onto the bed, Hyungwon did as he was told and slapped a thick cock against her clit sending shocks into Alexis’s brain. 

Stretching her, filling her, he pressed deep and pulled out slowly. Fighting the urge to groan and simply fuck her like the whore he was. (Yes, that he was)

He could show her all his tricks, every move he learned and please her until she wanted no one but him, however, she asked for slow. 

“Hyungwon?” Pulling his hair, Alexis pulled his mouth toward her kissing him. Tongue flying, she lifted her body into the air and fucked him. “Lay on the bed.” 

With much force of will, he pulled himself from her body and laid down. Alexis on top, Hyungwon watched as her fingers gripped the red silk shirt he still wore as she rode him. 

“That’s my boy, let me soak up your cock.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Your pretty cock, it sits so heavy inside me, don’t you like that?”

“I love it.” 

Back and forth, up and down, Alexis swiveled her ass around and pulled on his shirt. 

“Such a good toy, letting me use you like this.”

“I want to please.” 

Hyungwon couldn’t take it, not the way she was holding him, her chest to his, her ass bouncing on his pelvis and thighs. 

“Hyungwon?” Alexis's voice rose in pitch. 

“Yes?” It was a struggle to open his eyes, it was almost impossible to answer her. 

“Cum for me.” 

She placed his hands on her hips, head was thrown back as Hyungwon slammed Alexis down on his cock, pumping his hips inside of her until he screamed her name and shook. 

“What a good boy. Such a good job, that’s my toy. My favorite toy.” 

As he caught his breath, and the shivers faded away, Hyungwon breathed deep and watched as Alexis pulled her body free from his and lifted her ass in the air. 

“Time to clean up.” 

Night Three: Jooheon

#7 nights series #7 nights is back #7 nights of monsta x #7 nights of shownu #7 nights of pleasure #monsta x #shownu #I.M. #hyungwon #jooheon #joohoney #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun

[returnsandreturns]

Have one whole random chapter from the middle of the novel that I really want to start writing again but I don’t have TIME!!!! 

backstory: Andy’s writing the gay version of 50 Shades of Grey after stumbling into a dom/sub relationship. James and him are totally not in love at all. Laurel is my everything. I love them all so much, I wanna die.

“Are you watching porn at the dinner table?” Laurel asks.

“Well, it’s noon,” Andy says, not looking up from the screen, “so no. And it’s research.”

She bends down to look over his shoulder and whistles low.

“That’s quite a party,” she says.

“I knew sketchy sex clubs were a thing,” he says, pausing it and accepting the orange that she hands to him, “but this is the first time I’ve witnessed one. It’s—interesting.”

She sits across from him at the table and raises her eyebrows.

“You into it?” she asks.

“I think I would have a panic attack and die,” he says, shrugging, “but I can see the appeal.”

“Is your protagonist who definitely isn’t you at all into it?” she asks.

“He’s not,” he says, because he is not. Just because his main character, now generically named Tom, has certain similar characteristics and experiences doesn’t mean that it’s a memoir or something. He’s not writing a sex memoir.

“You might as well have named him Sandy,” Laurel says. Andy frowns at her.

“Anyway, I thought it would be an interesting thing to include, yeah,” he says. “I also thought about maybe—taking a field trip?”

She gasps.

“I wanna go!” she says.

“Seriously?” he asks.

“Strictly for tourism reasons,” she says, “but yes.”

“Okay, then,” Andy says, laughing. “You pull out the leather, I’ll keep talking to strangers on the internet about the best places to get weird in Queens.”

“You laugh but I have some cute leather pants,” she says. She’s been dutifully peeling her orange in one long peel and she sits it down on the table triumphantly. “I’m going to text Stef, we can double date.”

“Double date?” he asks.

“Yeah,” she says, like it’s obvious, splitting the orange in half. “Stef, me, you and your sexy lawyer friend.”

He could ask James. It wouldn’t actually be a date, obviously, because who goes on a date at a weird sex club, and he might like it. He marked that he was somewhat interested in exhibitionism on his checklist, at least—Andy wasn’t sure whether that meant screwing in Central Park after dark or just, like, holding hands on the sidewalk, but this might be somewhere in the middle of those two.

“Okay,” he says, digging his thumbnail into the skin of his orange. “I’ll text him.”

After two solid hours of research, he texts James the name of the nicest club he can find that you don’t need a special invitation for and three question marks. In reply, he gets a phone call, which he answers immediately with, “I’m allowed to remind you that you’re older than me if you actually call me on the phone.”

“I couldn’t possibly forget that you’re younger than me,” James says, dryly, but not unkind. Just five years, but James would probably be more notably mature even if they were the same age. “Are you asking me to go to a club with you?”

“For research, not recreation,” Andy says, then, almost hopefully, “Unless you—want to have some recreation.”

“Do you?”

“If you do.”

“Andy,” James says, with a little stern dominant sneaking into his voice.

“Okay, it’s a firm maybe,” Andy says. “I do want you to come with me, though.”

James hums softly.

“If you want it,” he says. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Laurel and Stef are also coming,” Andy says.

“Recreationally?” James asks.

“No, they’re just going to be creepy and watch,” Andy says. “How’s Saturday sound?”

“Saturday works,” he replies. “Your sister isn’t coming, is she? She’s amazing, but I don’t want to publicly spank you in front of her, if it comes to that.”

Andy suddenly has a vivid mental image of being naked and bent over the bar at the place he met James at, skin slick and a little sticky from spilled drinks, being spanked hard in front of a group of people who can talk but not touch. He’s not sure he’s into it.

He might be into it.

“Andy?”

“Sorry, my imagination just took a spin,” he says, weakly. “Sara headed back home to wait and hear about her interview, so it’ll be just us.”

“Okay,” James says. “Let’s do it.”

After he hangs up, Andy goes back to reading the message he got back from some guy on FetLife whose icon is just a mouth with a ballgag in it, going over the description of the place they’re going and realizes that it’s technically a dungeon. Cool.

He might have to buy something latex to wear.

*

Laurel’s leather pants are actually really cute, deep red and tight and kind of like something that Faith from Buffy would wear, which is a compliment that makes her really happy.

“That’s, like, my entire life goal,” she says.

They’re huddled up outside the club, all of them dressed slightly too scantily for how cold it is, waiting for James. Andy’s just wearing tight jeans and a black t-shirt because he doesn’t have enough clothing to have actual outfits and Stef is wearing a little black dress that’s killer.

“If I get drunk enough,” Laurel says, looking Stef up and down for the tenth time tonight, “I might engage in some of that exhibitionism we were talking about.”

“Oh, there’s a one drink maximum,” Andy says. He forgot to mention that. They give him identical looks of horror.

“What kind of place is this?” Stef asks.

“A dungeon,” he says. “Do you really want to be in a room full of drunk people with paddles?”

“I certainly don’t,” James says, and Andy jumps a little and turns around to smile at him.

“You’re here,” he says. “At the dungeon.”

“I’m here,” James repeats, grinning. “At the dungeon. You ready?”

Andy takes a second to look at him, because he looks nice. Dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a couple more buttons unbuttoned than is necessarily appropriate for polite society. Andy kind of wants to rip the rest of them off, too.

James raises his eyebrows when Andy makes it back to his eyes again.

“Yeah,” Andy says, nodding. “I’m ready.”

“I’m not sure I am,” Laurel whispers, to Stef, as they go inside and immediately head down a large flight of stairs.

“We can leave,” Stef says. “I’ll take you out for ice cream instead.”

“. . .let’s see what it’s like first,” Laurel says, a little more firmly.

At the door, they have to fill out forms about liability and privacy and leave their cellphones, carefully marked so they can give a ticket back and retrieve it. It’s accompanied with a lecture about safety and consent and confidentiality, which makes Andy significantly less nervous about what’s going to happen inside. It seems like an extremely civilized weird public bondage dungeon.

When they step inside, it’s dark but in a mood lighting way, and there’s definitely—a mood. It doesn’t exactly look like a dungeon classically, but there are shackles involved. It’s kind of like a lounge but with a lot of very specific furniture—more specifically, things to be tied to.

There is a bar to the side, and James immediately nods at it and leads them there while they take in the scene.

There’s a woman tied up spread-eagled on the far wall, dressed in pretty black lingerie. She looks like she might be forty or so, and she has her head thrown back laughing while another woman runs a feather across her stomach. Andy waits to see how she reacts when she’s not laughing, when the feather isn’t touching her—she’s grinning. They’re both having fun.

Everyone is milling around in various states of either costume or undress. A guy’s getting flogged over a bench that he’s tied to with pink rope, counting the hits and asking for more. There are a couple of people on leashes, which does something to Andy that he’s not willing to contemplate too much, because he’s not sure he wants to be the kind of person who likes wearing a collar anywhere but the privacy of his own home.

(They haven’t actually done that yet, officially. He might’ve underlined it on his checklist a few times.)

“Okay, I think maybe I’ve seen enough,” Laurel says. She’s blushing bright red when Andy glances back at her, and Stef automatically slips an arm through hers and kisses her cheek. “I’m sorry, we’ve been here two seconds. That’s so lame.”

“It’s not,” Andy says, smiling at her. “I’m a little freaked out, too, honestly.”

“Do you want to leave?” James asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” Andy says, turning to him quickly, and James laughs softly and tightens his fingers.

“We’re going to go get ice cream,” Stef says. “I would say we’ll see you later, but I assume you’ll be busy tonight.”

James’ fingers tighten even more and Andy’s eyes go wide.

“We’ll be busy tonight,” James says.

“Well, have fun!” Laurel says, voice going kind of squeaky, looking up at the ceiling so she doesn’t have to look around her.

“Just shut your eyes, sweetheart, I’ll guide you out,” Stef says, affectionately, wrapping an arm around her instead and leading her back towards the door. Andy suspects that this isn’t the firm time someone has walked in and immediately turned heel and left, and he has those suspicions confirmed by a tall, willowy blonde guy who approaches him with a sweet smile.

“First time?” he asks.

He can feel James go stiff behind him, hand sliding down to hold onto Andy’s elbow instead, and he glances back before he smiles and says, “Yeah. My friends decided it wasn’t for them.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell until you actually see it all happening at once,” the guys confirms, then extends a hand. “I’m Gabe.”

“Andy,” Andy says. “This is James.”

James openly ignores Gabe’s hand when it’s offered and Gabe smiles, dropping his arm.

“You two are cute together,” he says. “I’m guessing tall, dark and handsome here’s your dom?”

“Well, we’re just—” Andy starts, because they’re friends, because they haven’t phrased it in such clear terms. They really aren’t each other’s anything, if they’re being technical, and in the middle of a dungeon full of people who are two steps away from fucking each other just seems like the kind of time to be technical.

“Friends,” James offers, sounding pained.

Gabe looks between them for a moment before he hums softly.

“So, Andy, you wouldn’t mind if I steal you for a dance?” he asks.

“Oh, uhm—” Andy says, glancing back at James whose face has suddenly gotten tight.

“Go ahead,” he says, and Andy feels all of his internal organs sink for a moment—he knows they’re not dating, but he’s just going to let him go off with another guy? He doesn’t look happy about it but he’s willing to, like he doesn’t want Andy to himself enough to put aside the stupid unwritten rules of sex friends and just enjoy this weird sex dungeon together.

“Cool,” Andy says, keeping eye contact with him and smiling before offering a hand to Gabe, who looks amused as he takes it. Maybe not much hand-holding goes on in the weird sex dungeon.

Gabe pulls him over to a small dance floor on the other side of the room, with low jazz music and low lights so he feels like some type of ingenue or something when Gabe circles an arm around him and squeezes his hand.

They move in an unsteady rhythm—Gabe’s clearly good at leading and Andy, for all that he’s apparently extremely submissive, is terrible at being led—and Gabe moves in close to almost rest their cheeks together, practically crouching to do it because Andy’s like child-sized compared to him.

“Don’t look back,” Gabe says, softly, in his ear, “but I think your handsome friend might fight me later.”

“Are you into that?” Andy asks, almost serious.

“I’m strictly a lover,” Gabe says, laughing. “What’s the story here? What are we working with?”

Andy wonders if he should keep all of this to himself but he’s kind of mad and very sober and this guy seems confusingly wise, so he tells him basically everything, wraps his arms around his neck during a slow R&B song and spills all of his feelings—from the night they hooked up to right now, when he thought James would claim him.

“Let’s see if he’s—yep, death glare,” Gabe says, grinning down at Andy. “Want to make him jealous?”

“. . .tell me more,” Andy says.

This leads to Gabe leading him over to a dark corner with a couch and a few chairs, saying low, “I’m gonna sit down and you’re gonna get on your knees for me, okay?”

Andy hesitates for a moment before he murmurs, “Christ,” and sinks to his knees.

Gabe strokes his fingers through Andy’s hair before grinning down at him and saying, “Jackpot.”

“Can we talk?” James asks, from behind him, hands on his hips like a disapproving mother when Andy turns around to look at him.

“I’m kind of busy,” Andy says, raising his eyebrows.

“Andy.”

Gabe laughs and ruffles Andy’s hair, saying, “I think he means business, kid.”

Andy sighs and stands up, throwing a smile at Gabe over his shoulder as James leads him away, to a quiet corner where he surprises Andy by pushing him up against a wall and kissing him.

“What’s that for?” Andy asks, breathlessly.

“Did you want to go with that guy?”

“No, I wanted you to tell him to fuck off,” Andy says, laughing, “but I could. Isn’t that the arrangement? No rules, just right?”

“. . .that’s the Outback Steakhouse motto,” James says, faintly, “but yes.”

“You’re jealous,” Andy says. He was kind of pissed off for a second, but James has this look on his face like he’s been caught in the act and it makes Andy so happy. He’s normally the flustered one. Finally, the upperhand. “You don’t want anybody else to touch me, do you?”

“Not where I can see them,” James mutters, rolling his eyes.

“You want me all to yourself,” Andy says, grinning up at him and stepping in close. “You basically just pissed on me to mark your territory.”

“We both marked no to that on the checklist,” James says, and Andy laughs and pushes up into a kiss, curling a hand around the back of his neck. James looks slightly dazed when he steps back again, and Andy feels something stirring inside of him that he doesn’t want to hide. He doesn’t want to hide.

“Why don’t you show everyone who I belong to?” he asks, dropping his voice but keeping his chin tipped up, watching James’ expression slip from shocked to something sweet and dark. He lets out a shuddering breath before he lifts his hand to run fingers through Andy’s hair.

“What did you have in mind?”

*

They awkwardly talk to one of the employees just to make sure of the rules here because they’re both the least cool people in the world, but now Andy’s standing next to the bench the guy was getting flogged on earlier and trying to get the nerve up to take off most of his clothes in this room full of people. He could do it dressed, but somehow this seems important—being vulnerable and bare. To be looked at but not touched by anyone but James.

It sounds nice.

James sits down on a chair next to it and looks at him, just a little bit out of his element.

“Light?” he asks, when Andy shifts on his feet and smiles at him.

“Green,” Andy says. “Light?”

Andy’s never asked for one before. James actually takes a second to think about it before he says, “Green. Strip.”

The order helps, makes Andy shiver as he immediately takes his t-shirt off. Only a few people are watching them, and Gabe is one of them, draped over a couch and smiling. He looks like he’d probably like to take Andy apart, and Andy probably wouldn’t hate that, but—for this moment, at least, he belongs to someone.

When he’s down to his boxer briefs—thankfully tight and black and not something embarrassing—he steps up so he’s standing in front of James, who looks like he’d either like to fuck him right now in front of everybody or re-dress him and kiss him and go hold hands somewhere where nobody else can see them. It’s a weird look. Andy likes it a lot.

They ask each other for lights again and they’re both still green.

Andy lies across the bench, built with two levels so his chest is pressed up against the higher one and his knees rest on the lower one, putting his ass clearly on display if you’re standing in the right place. There are cuffs for his hands and feet, softly padded, and James puts them on him carefully before he leans down and tips Andy’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Count for me, okay?” he asks. “We’ll do ten.”

Andy nods. This is one of those speechless moments, but he’s pretty sure that he can manage numbers at least. He lifts his head enough to see that more people are watching and he feels himself blush, pretty sure that his whole body’s going a little pink at least.

“Tell me you want it,” James asks, standing behind of him, smoothing a hand over the curve of his ass. It’s loud enough that the people close to them can probably hear.

“Please,” Andy says, and his voice is—shattered, like he hasn’t spoken all day, loud and shaking apart when he continues, “Please, spank me.”

He means it. He wants it, wants to feel what he feels when they’re alone, see how it changes when they’re showing off.

“Good boy,” James says, softly, just for him, and then he pulls back and hits Andy hard.

Andy makes a completely unmanly yelping noise but manages to gasp out, “One!”

With every hit, harder every time, he has no control over what noises he makes and he’s constantly caught between two thoughts, between this is so fucking hot and this is so fucking weird. The first one seems to dominate, though; he’s hard, dick pressed up against the bench and rubbing painfully every time he jerks forward and pushes back to take more.  

Right before James hits him one last time, he looks up to see that people are watching them with undisguised interest and his breath catches, breaking off into a pained sob of, “Ten, ten, ten,” when James hits him again.

When James immediately moves to kneel in front of him and kiss him, when it’s obvious that they’re done, there’s a light scatter of applause which is—somewhere between the fucking hot and fucking weird spectrum, but closer to the weird. He’s got tears running down his face that he didn’t even notice and James asks, “Are you okay?” while he’s already quickly uncuffing him.

“Fine,” Andy says, standing up slowly, leaning all of his weight on James when he wraps his arms around him. “Great, actually, just—wow.”

“Good fodder for your novel?” James asks, wiping the tears off his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead that makes Andy ache faintly. He wants James to take him home and curl up around him so they can fall asleep together almost as much as he wants to grind against him right now until he ruins his underwear. There’s no actual sex allowed in the building, but does it even count if your clothes don’t come off?

“Yeah, really good,” he says, laughing wetly. “My readers will love it. Can we go?”

“Had enough?”

“I would let you fuck me right here if you wanted to,” Andy says, eyes wide and serious. “So let’s not get in trouble and go back to your—my place, actually, my place is closer, c’mon.”

“You have to wear clothes to leave,” James says, amused but gently, like he’s concerned about him. It’s not undeserved. The last time Andy felt this wired and intense, he was in the middle of a manic episode, but—it’s all overeager brain chemicals, in the end.

“Obviously,” he says, laughing breathlessly. He gets dressed quickly and James immediately wraps an arm around his shoulders and leads him toward the door.

“Hey, kid!” Gabe says, approaching them. “Good show.”

Andy’s in no state to talk to anyone right now, anyway, nevertheless someone who just watched him get spanked and clearly love it, so he just smiles at the way James holds him closer and says, “Thanks. We’re headed out.”

“I’m giving you my number,” Gabe says, holding out a receipt with a number scrawled out on it. “I was going to do it just to make your friend jealous because he’s cute when he looks like he’s about to kill someone but I also try to make friends with all the baby kinksters.”

“Friends?” James asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Friends,” Gabe repeats, seriously. “I’ve been around the block and I’m actually not a creep, so—hit me up if you have questions about the scene or whatever.”

“You don’t look that much older than me,” Andy says.

“Started young,” Gabe says, winking. “Have fun, boys.”

As soon as Gabe walks away, James says, “I don’t like him.”

Andy laughs and tugs him towards the door.

“Take me home, sailor.”

*

The next morning, Andy wakes up in his bed alone and immediately makes a sad noise before he hears noise from the living room. He puts on a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt before he heads out to find Laurel and James sitting at the kitchen table together, talking over big cups of coffee.

“Oh, hi,” Laurel says, when she sees him. “We were just talking about you.”

“. . .why?” he asks, suspiciously, bypassing them to get his own coffee.

“I think I just got the shotgun speech,” James says, sounding like he’s actually uncomfortable, and Andy groans.

“You’re not my real dad,” he says, pointing at Laurel as he sits down with them.

“I thought it needed to be said,” Laurel says, simply, “that if he hurts you in any way that you don’t specifically ask for, then I will physically fight him to the death.”

Andy sighs, turning to smile at James and say, “I apologize for her. She’d probably win, though.”

“I don’t doubt it,” James says, smiling back weakly. “I should probably walk of shame my way back to my place, though.”

“I could make you breakfast,” Andy says, while he’s trying to figure out if they have any food to actually accomplish that. He thinks that they have one single egg left, which could work in a pinch.

“It’s okay,” James says, getting up and reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I’ll talk to you later. Last night was fun.”

“Yeah,” Andy says, lamely, as James immediately heads for the front door. “Later.”

As soon as the door shuts, he turns to Laurel.

“What the fuck?” he asks.

“Geez, calm down,” she says, looking genuinely angry. “That’s a prerequisite best friend speech.”

“For someone you’re dating,” Andy says.

“Oh my god, you might as well be,” she says. “You fell in love with him the first time you slept with him.”

“I didn’t fall—maybe I fell in love with his dick, but that’s it,” he says, firmly.

“Bullshit,” Laurel says. Her voice is flat, a little softer than it was. “You don’t have to lie to me. You know that.”

“I’m not lying. I like him a lot,” Andy says, “but I’m okay with what we are. I mean, shit, we can’t all U-Haul with the first girl we date freshman year like you did.”

Laurel’s lips, once set in a thin angry line, wobble just a little. Andy feels bad because that’s a sore spot between them—once, when he got in a tift with Stef, he said something about how Laurel settled for her and it fucked them all up for a week or two. He shouldn’t have brought it up again.

“You look at him like I look at her,” she says, after a long stretch of silence, “and I’m in love. I just don’t want you to get your heart broken because he’s too much of a dick to realize that you’re worth more than casual sex.”

“We both agreed that it was just—no, you know what, just stay out of it, Laurel,” Andy says, standing up and turning to go back to his room before turning back to grab his coffee. “I didn’t ask you to get involved.”

Laurel’s face gets distinctly more wobbly and he immediately feels terrible, but he’s also mad at her and worried that James is going to back out of this because it’s getting too serious and, also, he’s way hungrier than one egg could possibly satisfy.

“Sorry,” she says, softly, like it hurts to get out. She gets up and leaves her coffee behind, shutting her door behind her, leaving him there to think about how he’s the worst person in the entire world.

When he goes back to his room, he writes two thousand words about how amazing his protagonist’s best friend is. He might email it to her later. He also texts James to apologize and gets back: you’ve got great friends. you should thank her for watching out for you.

God, he’s mature. It’s infuriating.

Andy grabs his laptop and heads to Laurel’s room to read the best friend description aloud to her instead of emailing it.

After that, he might make her muffins or something.

*

They’re sitting on James’ bed, both of them on their laptops working—James on something legal and official and Andy on a scene where his two main characters talk about gangbangs for three pages but no gangbangs actually happen, because the mechanics would have to be difficult.

“How hard do you think it is to choreograph a gangbang?” he asks, without looking up.

“. . .uhm,” James says.

“I’m writing porn,” Andy reminds him, flicking his eyes up, and James huffs out a laugh.

“Oh, right,” he says. “Good. And—well, it depends on how many people are involved, but that’s—a lot of limbs.”

“Yeah,” Andy says, nodding aimlessly. “Too many tabs, too many slots.”

“It’s so hot when you talk about sex like it’s IKEA furniture,” James says. He finishes up what he’s doing and shuts his laptop, putting it on his bedside table before he sprawls out on his back. “Ready whenever you are.”

Andy snorts and finishes his sentence before he follows suit, crawling on top of James to straddle his hips. James smiles up at him.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“. . .uhm, do you think we could go shopping together sometime?” Andy asks.

“For. . .?”

“A collar,” Andy says.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about wearing a collar for him—a real one, one that they pick out together. And a leash. And nothing else.

“Oh, wow,” James says, softly. “That’s really hot, Andy.”

“. . .but?” He’s pretty sure there’s a but, because James’ face is doing a thing, kind of hesitant and nervous. James reaches up to brush hair away from his face before sits up with Andy in his lap, steadying them and then kissing him on the mouth.

“Is this about the other night?” he asks.

“. . .I mean, seeing people on leashes did increase my interest, yeah,” Andy says.

“No, I mean—when that guy flirted with you,” James says, then, carefully, “When you said you belonged to me.”

“Oh,” Andy says. “That.”

He’d been a little drunk on the situation at the time, but. He still kind of meant it. It’s not very casual, though. Can you casually belong to someone?

“I wanted to talk about that, too, actually,” he says. “Why were you so jealous?”

“. . .I wasn’t jealous, really,” James says. “I just didn’t want you to go off with somebody you didn’t know, when you’d never been somewhere like that before. It’s not safe.”

“You were just concerned for my safety,” Andy says, humming softly, “and you wouldn’t have been jealous at all if I’d let him take my clothes off and bend me over something and make me cry.”

“No,” James says, unconvincingly.

“You wouldn’t have been jealous,” Andy says, because he knows exactly what’s happening here—or at least half of what’s happening here, “if I’d left you there and took him home and let him do whatever he wanted to me?”

“Not at all,” James says, and Andy grins at him and pushes him down, bending to kiss him.

“I’ll just go do that then,” he says, starting to get up, and James basically growls and drags him back down to flip him over and get on top of him.

“Okay, I don’t like the idea of anybody else touching you,” he admits, “but I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Good to know,” Andy says, even though he really wants to tell him that he doesn’t want anyone else to touch him. That saying he belonged to James made something dark and pleased shoot through him and seeing the look on James’ face made it even stronger.

He wishes there was some way to ask him if they could be monogamous sex friends without actually using the phrase monogamous sex friends. Or sounding like he’s actually proposing.

“What if,” he says, slowly, “when we’re alone, though—we act like I belong to you? Casually?”

“Casually,” James repeats.

“You can own me just for fun,” Andy says, smiling. “Be my dom, not my boyfriend.”

“And we’d buy you a collar,” James says, brushing fingers over Andy’s throat before he circles it lightly, squeezing enough that Andy’s breath catches and he squirms underneath him.

“And a leash,” he agrees, breathlessly.

James leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Want to go now?” he asks, softly, thumb pressed into Andy’s throat.

“After,” Andy says.

“After?”

“After,” Andy repeats, significantly, going for completely unsubtle and wrapping his legs around his waist.

[rosicheeks]

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