#sex negotiation

[boxboxlewis]

"Hey, Georgie!" Alex trots across the paddock towards him, smiling.

George's stupid heart picks up a bit at how eager Alex sounds. He's always aware, our George, of who's putting the most enthusiasm into the friendship. Because all too often, it's him.

"Alex." George's voice is, he fancies, calm and measured. Not too greedy. He raises his hand for a fist bump.

Alex smirks, but he returns the gesture. He looks excited and a bit guilty, eyes sparkling they way they do whenever he's planning some idiotic, career-threatening hijinks. "Listen, mate—"

George cuts him off at the pass. He says warily, "No, sorry, I'm not prank-calling Valtteri again."

"It's not—"

"Or Daniel, or Max, or fucking—Christian Horner—"

"Calm your tits, Georgie, objection noted. No, I was thinking more..." Alex forms his index finger and thumb into a circle and holds eye contact as he pushes his other index finger rhythmically into and out of the circle, in the international symbol for sex and also I am emotionally twelve. "And maybe a bit of..." He makes his fingers into a V and holds them in front of his mouth and flickers his tongue through. "Maybe even some..." He uses his tongue and fist to mime a blowjob.

George, ridiculously, can feel a blush rising in his cheeks. There's nothing hot about Alex being a prat, obviously; George isn't that badly gone. It's just the memories, that's all, embarrassing and perfect and scalding, too white-hot to touch: Alex biting Lily's perfect little tits while George sucked Alex's dick and thought Look at me look at ME please please— Lily telling Alex Wow, babe, I think he like, really likes this, as George shuddered on Alex's cock, trying desperately not to come too soon. He clears his throat. "Blimey," he says, fighting for time. "Maybe don't do those motions out in public, Alex. There are photographers everywhere."

Alex just rolls his eyes. "Yeah, imagine the scandal. 'F1 driver makes vaguely lewd gesture.' Even our tabloids would have a hard time making much of that one, mate."

It's a fair point. "Well," George says weakly.

"All right," Alex says, slapping him on the shoulder. "I'm a sex-educated modern man, I know what that hesitation means. Enthusiastic consent or bust, right? Or rather—" He starts to laugh at his own incoming joke. "Or rather, enthusiastic consent or no bust." Appalling. George makes an exaggerated face of repulsion. Alex just laughs more, handsome face creasing, lines crinkling by the corners of his eyes. "You can have that one for free, Georgie-boy. And really, don't worry about the, er, invite. You're not into it: it's done."

"I don't—" George says. "I mean, I wouldn't say— It's not that I'm not, I just— You couldn't have texted?"

"Oh, well," Alex says. "You know me. Man of action. Lily and I had a chat last night, and then I saw you across the paddock and thought, better lock that handsome piece of man-meat down. But I'm a Red Bull alum, I can take a rejection." His voice is light, the way it always is when he talks about things that hurt him.

George ought to say no, obviously. It took him months to get over the last time: if you can even call what he is now "over." But if he says yes. If he says yes. He'll get to see Alex's face again, the face he makes when he's fucking Lily. What he looks like when he's intimate with someone he loves.

George smiles at Alex, not too soppily, heart firmly away from his sleeve, and says, "No, listen: I'm in."

#galex #my fic #sex negotiation #as performed by two dumbasses of the highest water #alex likes george but george loves alex #PINING #wrote this directly into the tumblr text editor ✌️ #gr63 #aa23

[bottombaron]

How do I know Guillermo is a size queen?

Boy heard that the man he dreams about rearranging his insides every night was going to wish for a bigger dick and instead of stopping him or otherwise advising against it (like all his other wishes) he immediately and enthusiasticly committed hours of his life to make sure that it was the 1 wish that came out perfectly

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #i would say that i could not believe the swiftness and care guillermo took to negotiating nandors big dick but i get it actually #sometimes guillermo does the most relatable things to me #like wanting the man he's not even having sex with to have the biggest penis in the world #and then the djinn's added little touch of only being able to think of him??? #👌👌👌👌👌 #absolute mint 10/10 well played

[nexelart]

held. secured.

#i love them so much. they don't care for sex but cuddling is non-negotiable #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #astarion #astarion x tav #tav #echo #my art #nexel art #artists on tumblr #oc #fanart

[floral-hex]

I lied, I don’t want to have sex. Take off your shoes, we’re going to gently hold each other for the next 4 hours.

#NOT A JOKE! #HOLD ME! #don’t want weiner! don’t want cooter! just want to hold someone close and feel their heart beat with mine! #every night I think about redownloading tinder and simply saying “no sex. just want to be held.“ #it’s platonic honey! #maybe also some slight platonic kissing #as friends #I think you should be able to squish up against your friends and give them a soft smooch on their forehead while watching The Thing #you know when you hug someone and it’s so warm and nice and you do a big breath and it feels so nice and peaceful when you exhale #I want that… 4 hours. no negotiations. 2 movies. light snacks. or else. #text

[captainofthetidesbreath]

on some level, you're all kind of lucky I don't talk more about what I think Fjord and Jester's sex life is like

on another level, you're all kind of unlucky I don't talk more about what I think Fjord and Jester's sex life is like

#I have a whole system of thoughts about this #I maintain that they have some of THE nastiest sex in the Nein and that only the Brenattos really can compete there #I think Fjord and Jester have a negotiation list longer than many in the fandom think it is lmao #I believe they're willing to try most things at least once more than some of the other couples (again only Brenattos really compete there) #(relatedly I personally think the other two couples are way more vanilla than the fandom thinks they are) #I also maintain that they have really complex roleplay scenarios that take all day and have a long list of them #Like in my mind Fjord and Jester are that one post about Craig and Weisz #I also fully believe Fjord and Jester love that thing where they go to a bar separately to pretend to be strangers and pick one another up #but with the added thing of disguise self and they have to flirt around to find one another #Critical Role things

[lolexjpg]

i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) (2.9k, girl!Alex/Logan, Explicit)

"I like it when you beg." She hears herself, knows he can probably hear the lust in her voice too. "I can beg." His voice is breathy and wrecked when he speaks. His hands are balled into fists in his lap, and he's still looking at her, eyes as wide and wanting as ever. Like he's waiting for permission.

#lolex #sargebon #myfic #she writes #after 4 days of fighting thru covid to write this. voila #brain is so so mushy now. anyway alex pov fic!! and kink negotiation that devolves into sex because of course it does #i wanted to imagine that boy on his knees so i followed my dreams and wrote about it. anything is possible if you put your mind to it #i hope. it lives up to expectations for sequel. thank u every1 who was so nice abt part 1 ily #femdomverse #girlfic tag

[ganseys-aquamarine-polo]

astarion is for the ace girlies i said what i said

#astarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate #baldur’s gate astarion #not exclusively ofc #but like a canon relationship where sex has to be off the table for a while and is a negotiation btwn partners about when #or if it’s ever necessary? #yes please

[divinekangaroo]

I clipped this from your post because it’s easier than trying to inaccurately summarize! But I was wondering what you think about this dynamic. Whether you see it as a core part of his characterization and what you think it says about him, or whether you see it as kind of a visual shorthand in the series that isn’t indicative of anything about his approach to sex? It seems to me to be very consistent over the years and I’m curious about your take.

Yeah I think the repetition/consistency in how they show this makes it a super deliberate and very core part of his character, at least in how I read it – wouldn’t be nearly as fascinated with the story if it wasn’t.

And I don’t think it’s an accidental visual shorthand because of that repetition. I remember reading somewhere CM said that in S6’s TxL hotel sex scene they actually filmed two full sex scenes, one on the sofa and one in the bed – but in the end they only showed the last few seconds in the bed focused on the faces, as better articulating the purpose of that scene. I think they are very particular about how and what they show about Tommy having sex.

The particularity does add to this sense of overly-performative sex (EVERY sex scene feels performative and slightly contrived to me, even Tommy with Grace, even him using passionate sex with Grace in S3 to distract her XD, even him drunkenly/passionately sealing the ‘transaction’ with Lizzie in S5’s My Property scene) but I think they manage to stay on the side of the line that it feels like Tommy being consciously performative/contrived, rather than feeling like I can see the director’s hand. It’s the same sense when looking at Tommy’s various desks: yes his desks absolutely reek of being a contrived stage, but it’s *Tommy* being conscious about setting the stage, not the set designers/directors.

My reading / what I think the sex says about his character:

his ‘thinking mind’ constantly tries to frame sex as a transaction because he sees himself/his labour/his work/doing killings/offering sex – basically any act of his body as the fundamentality/essentiality of labour – as a unit he can trade for something else he wants. There’s some kind of less thought-out complex/trauma background thing here, where he believes that his worth is only what he can bring in and do for the family – labour, killing, smarts, sex, whatever. Mostly that’s his intelligence/schemes/business smarts, or his ability to push through risk/stress for high stake outcomes (stretching to do things they won’t out of fear), but sometimes that’s also his body (if combined with intelligence - trade your goods smartly, not stupidly, for advantage worth more than the momentary loss of bodily boundaries).

his ‘unthinking mind’ does actually want sex physically because it feels good. Physical release/oxytocin/endorphins etc? libido? I assume this, because otherwise they just wouldn’t bother showing him seeking out prostitutes; he’s not doing that for ego because he was satisfied in S1 that people thought he wasn’t having sex even though he was. But he is also sort of scared of sex because it leads to an intimacy that he can be used or hurt through it, hence why he defaults to prostitutes (S1, S2, S4 - or even the Zelda fling/no possible relationship) when he’s most wounded. Could theorise this is due to actual sexual abuse, but seems more like it’s because he hurts so deeply every time he’s connected deeply with someone – he loved Greta and was broken when she died, he loved Grace and was broken when she died - so, this supports his transactional approach because transactions are conditional, negotiated up front, well defined and ‘safe,’ they can’t get intimate or personal. He can use the transactional approach to justify himself seeking sex, while at the same time netting him something which feels good.

But whatever’s in the middle of the above two, is actually madly desperate for personal connection and intimacy. Despite him trying to apply sex transactionally or as a feel-good-only thing, he falls into some kind of intimacy and connection with the people he has transactional sex with, so frequently it’s a definite pattern. (I could write absolute buckets about May right here)

Even when he tries to avoid intimacy/connection – prostitution - returning from war, he sticks with one prostitute and has a very intimate connection with her? All right that's not typical?? And between S3 and S4 when the family’s shunning him, instead of just being promiscuous and anonymous, instead he has a relatively small rotation of regular prostitutes, knowing their names by preference to anonymity? Even the scene we see where he insists on someone new that he doesn’t know, this sparks from Lizzie pushing him about family/intimacy/connection. I read that almost as a “look at me Lizzie I don’t NEED connection stop pushing me” in front of her to try to make a point (to her, who used to be his intimate sexual connection, in a way that hurts her too to put her in her place? to himself?), immediately followed by him handing Lizzie cash/emphasising transactional approaches.  And this is then followed by that absolutely hysterical fail of a sex scene with the ‘someone new’ prostitute, which I swear is filmed to show Tommy did not, in fact, have any sex, or if he did, it was so lame they didn’t even muss the bed.

Even S6 and the prostitute in America, it’s fascinating they make the effort of showing that having happened, but then focus so much on all the intimacy/connection in the phone call with Lizzie/kids. He needs sex but he's hungry for connection and made vulnerable by intimacy.

(And I could go on about the number of ‘woman on top’ scenes and why that particular position, or specifically the filming/dialogue with May which is one of the more fascinatingly filmed and verbalised transactional relationships because of her class, or why I think Lizzie, the actual prostitute, has the least amount of flesh/nudity showing at all from all his women while he's often MORE naked/exposed in their scenes -- I’ve only been able to watch properly the once through, but had so many thoughts on how they dealt with the framing/camerawork.)

But all up, it feels like it’s trying to show him as a character who performs sex to get something out of it that’s not sex (transaction/treats self as a fundamental labour unit of exchange), but still needing/wanting/enjoying sex (because otherwise why would he pay for prostitutes/why even put sex on the negotiating table men don't do this??), but also constantly he cannot shut down this tendency/urge of his to more softly want/need personal connection almost more than the sex.

It’s just not a common way to portray a guy ruthlessly heading a gang, and that’s why I think it’s so deliberate. They take the expected image of how a guy heading a gang would approach sex (prostitutes, seduction, sexual prowess etc) but it feels like they’ve turned that expected image/action well on its head (cares for prostitute/s, suffers the Mosley-threat and Diana-rape, sexual prowess is mostly in service of women, attempts to depersonalise himself to a unit of trade), and then they use camerawork and the pre-post conversations to show this intriguing drive for intimacy instead of sex.

I hope that’s answered the question? It’s tricky; some of these thoughts more suited to a conversation/branching dialogue than a single post or I get repetitive XD

Tangentially, there’s more thoughts too on how they weave prostitution through as a theme, or the way he’s often in conflict between those motivators of ‘transaction/physical/intimacy’ -- he trips himself up; he gets hurt by trying to lean into one or two of those, and forgetting the other/s, and can’t really ever get them in balance.

#honestly this is why i looooove your omegaverse because replacing questions of sexuality.gender.libido with 'male presenting omega'-- #--it becomes a question/exploration about what drives him more personally XD #i find the canon arc about his sex/sexuality interesting because the approach feels more like a woman if not quite a femme fatale #there's just something about him as a gang leader being so up front about considering himself as part of an offer in a negotiation #then fucking it up *for himself* by liking women too much #i reckon this is why he gets so hurt by alfie too -- for all it's not sex he's just desperate for connection and connects with alfie #the s3 warehouse scene just drips chemistry/connection/hurt/relationship; and then alfie goes and hurts him too #fascinating he then runs from that and a breakdown and all s3/s4's trauma into a marriage #my meta suffers from my inability to sit down and rewatch the series so plsforgive that most is intuitive first reactions -- #--and notes-based than than double-checked/substantiated XD

[suncaptor]

people need to get more normal about weird sex and weirder about normal sex.

#posts that have 0 nuance that only make sense 2 me sure that will go over well. #iykyk #18+ #incoherents #but to be clear: weird sex being fetishes/kinks that disturb you but are not rooted in bigotry/are consensual and not predatory #be weirder about normal sex: critical about how the concept of ' #'normal sex' is harmful but also critical of the dangerous normal behaviours regarding sex like #buying drinks with people and sleeping with them after theyre drunk while theyre a stranger you didnt negotiate sober consent with etc #and how like. normal sex concepts are just misogynistic #not that so much of kink stuff isnt either :/// but again this is a no nuance short post

[puppyboysluppy]

Saw a thread on Twitter abt this so it's on my mind... I rlly rlly rlly hate the idea that including talk about safewords or consent or safe sex in fiction is "preachy" or "kills the mood" or whatever. People kept saying something to the tune of "yeah omg stop establishing safewords people have got to get NASTIER :/" and I hate the idea that safewords, negotiation, and consent are antithetical to "getting nasty". I know it's Just Fiction, but these are all the same sorts of things people say to avoid negotiating and establishing safewords in real life, so it really sticks out to me how many people are comfortable saying that they think negotiation is unsexy. I know it's a Twitter thread where people were bringing up Genshin Impact fanfiction so there's probably not a lot of actual kink relationships being practiced there but either way, kink is a lifestyle that's important to represent accurately in fiction and it's when people have normalized the idea that your partner asking you if something is okay during a scene is "so preachy and unsexy and cringe" that you start to open kink communities up to more abuse

#anyway people say that their favorite part about the one sex thing i've ever posted is that it involves negotiation. so suck on that #open mick night #nsft #idk whether this should go on main or on here... oiuugh the missouri

[aerithisms]

reloading the same conversation a dozen times just to explore the full dialogue tree is Real Gaming and i'm so glad bg3 is here to provide

#blahs #bg3 lb #reloading the conversation negotiating polyamory with shadowheart bc everything she says here is so fun #i'm not even actually going to do a poly relationship on this save i just love seeing what the characters have to say about it #i like that if you broach the topic with shadowheart but then backtrack and try to act like you aren't interested she calls you out #she's like 'that's not true though. you ARE interested. go have sex with halsin babe i'll be waiting to hear the details ;)' #she doesn't just tolerate a poly relationship she's enthusiastic about it! i think that's fun!

[hurlumerlu]

Also the impact a different language can have...

like, this :

makes me snort and roll my eyes fondly.

But this ?

invokes such a crawling, gnawing, writhing feeling of embarassment i cannot translate it in words.

#bébé nooooooon #playboyy really has a point with its use of multiple languages in sex scenes and negotiation u.u #not me the series #nmrewatch23

[wandaxpietro]

Do you think Pietro prefers bush or no bush?

Cuz I know 616 Wanda wouldn't shave but Ultimates Wanda is full waxing twice a week. Does what he likes depend on what she normally does or on something else?

bush

#LMFAO #you saying ult wanda waxes is so real actually i never thought about it but she would fhejfjke #pietro will let her do whatever she wants (ult pietro is a dog on her leash after all) but he's prob a little sad about if #*it #maybe they can negotiate to trimmed idk who knows she'd still wax everywhere else tho #free her #do i tag this. I'm crying #answered #pietro grabbing wanda's hand w the wax strip going 'pls stop. for me 🥺. don't do this to urself' lmfaooo #i feel like 616 pietro never really thought about it bcuz wanda has never shaven in her life #and then he has sex w crystal (who definitely shaves. or waxes too who knows) for the first time and is like oh. #oh this is weird. this is offputting. why is it bald.

[fuwaprince]

Guy who enjoys forcing himself on me during situations where I plead for help just messaged me to ask if I needed warm clothes (I do)

I told him I don't NEED it because technically yeah I can go without it and be fine. There's no snow where I live. I'm not a freezing popsicle, just cold and without blubber. I actually so badly wanted to say yes (it would bring me comfort and keep me warmer) but that also comes with the catch of me having to spend time with him where he'll likely try to force himself onto me AGAIN. I don't want to assume that but he has a bad track record of doing it every time I get into his car. He replies with, "to the donation center they go" which is great because somebody who needs warm clothing now has the opportunity to have their needs met. But honestly? If I was in his position and I was talking to somebody I cared about who I KNOW was struggling, I would just fucking give them the damn clothes. I would be like, "here love, have this! maybe regift it to somebody you know would like it for Christmas if you don't want it". Of course this is because I don't offer people things on the condition they let me violate their bodies. I really don't like that he pretends to be a sincerely nice guy. He's manipulative. His help for me is conditional and he has fucked up motives. This reminds me of the time he tried gifting me a rose and I kept saying "no thank you" and "really, I don't deserve this" so he got pissed off and angrily threw it in the trash right in front of me. Like THAT is exactly why I do not want to accept shit from him. It's not even a gift. It's a trap. Nowadays instead of preying on my desire for flowers, he exploits the fact that I desire warmth during the winter. Isn't that fucked up and just evil? That's so fucked up and evil.

This is why I have a very hard time accepting help from people when I'm not 10000% sure that they're actually trying to help me. I have a hard time acknowledging my needs as is but this makes it harder to ask for or accept support. I hope that someone out there gets those clothes and I hope they stay warm in them

EDIT: NOW HE'S ASKING WHAT I ATE TODAY AND IT'S LIKE BITCH YOU DO NOT FUCKING CARE IF I'M STARVING PLEASE STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU'RE BEING SELFLESS BECAUSE IF I DON'T BEND OVER TO YOUR FUCKED UP DEMANDS THEN I CAN EXPECT YOU TO SMASH THE FOOD YOU WOULD'VE OFFERED RIGHT ONTO THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF ME

#this truly isn't me not accepting help this is me not using my body as a bargaining chip for negotiation of whether or not i get to be warm #if offering survival supplies is just another mechanism for trying to coerce me into sex then honestly fuck off and let me suffer #he has 'helped' me plenty in the past but the more self respect i have #the less willing i am to be complicit and obey the rules of stupid games

[newsmutproject]

Consent can cover the ground of boundaries and communication—can we flirt? Are you actually available for us to build an intimate connection? Can I send you pictures? Can I take pictures of you? Can I share our connection with others, in public, on social media? Can we fuck? Are you open to ass play? Disclosing sexual history and risk is a part of a consent conversation. For some people, disclosing relationship and parental status can be part of a consent conversation. As I have gotten more in touch with my shifting abilities, I also bring into consent conversations things like, “Can you be careful with my knees? I tore my meniscus a while back so don’t just throw me around.”

Asking for these things helps build a space of trust. Eventually you may get past needing to ask for consent on each of these things, because you will have developed a space of trust, where you know consent matters and can be navigated as needed.

adrienne maree brown, “From #MeToo to #WeConsented: Reclaiming the Pleasure of Consent”

#consent culture #negotiation #sex realism #adrienne maree brown

[blorbocedes]

george wearing a collar you say……….

this has been bouncing around my head so thank you for letting me throw it out

cw: undernegotiated kink, bad etiquette, slightly dubcon... misunderstanding(?)

This sort of club isn't George's usual scene; considering it's at an abandoned warehouse with a password to get in. But it is exclusive, and George likes that about his clubs. It's no Soho House but something about a gated community just made George feel more... comfortable.

"What are you wearing?" His friend, Soph, laughed at him, whose dress code instruction was incredibly vague -- "dress edgy" and George did! He wore the only pair of ripped jeans he owned, his black pure silk Saint Laurent shirt with too many buttons open for a bit of edge, and a plain leather jacket. He even had his sunglasses hooked on his button hole, in case he needed it, for an indoors event.

Sure, it was a bit tame compared to the glitter, spikes, fishnets, and giant combat platform boots Soph had going on — who was going through a bit of a rebellious phase to hide George's and her parents sat on the same board and they holiday together in Greece. George felt a bit miffed, he's never been dress coded before.

"Wear this at least. They have a no shoes, no shorts, no tories policy." Soph fiddled around her own neck, while George rolled his eyes, wondering why he agreed to be dragged to this hippie socialist pied-à-terre in the first place.

"Crikey, is that a dog collar?!" George asks, as she places as black, leather collar fitted across his neck with little metal hoops all around the side — to be pulled from. He delicately fingers it, it's snug across his neck but will no doubt get uncomfortable and will be itching to take it off before the night ends. The weight of the collar makes him keep his neck arched, like a noble crane. It's all kinds of ridiculous, isn't it?

"Much better."

Sophia, have you brought me to a BDSM dungeon?George wants to ask incredulously. By the way everyone else is dressed, Soph is conservative by their measures. Dimly lit, red lighting, a small, intimate stage, rock music playing; and various meandering rooms. Mohawks, bright peacock-like hair, body modifications, George is pretty sure he sees a woman in a mesh bodysuit with nothing underneath and nine inch heels. The exposed concrete of the warehouse really added a sense of debauchery, people wouldn't be practically copulating against a Calacatta marble pillar. There's no coat-room either, incredibly middle class of it all. Toto, we're definitely not in Camden anymore.

Before George can complain, Soph has abandoned him to greet some friends and George, distinctly uncomfortable and not sure where to look, or if he's allowed to look, goes to the bar to calm his nerves. The bartender is intimidating, she has a slit in her eyebrow and ear gauges, tattoos all over, and chugs down whatever she hands him, burning his throat; sliding a £50 note to keep 'em coming.

"Sorry, mat- George?" A blond stranger bumps into George.

No, not a stranger. Alexander Albon. Alexander Albon who is blond now, in those leather jacket with spikes across the shoulder pad, a tight graphic tee stretched across his chest, and... eyeliner. He has black rimmed eyes, and a smattering of glitter across his cheekbone like he'd hugged a fairy. He looks good, he looks really good, and George hasn't seen Alex since he'd asked him out and Alex politely declined, saying they'd be better off as friends.

George dry swallows. "Alex." He drinks his horrible vodka concoction to not say something stupid, like, 'you're blond now?' or 'why didn't you accept my Instagram follow request?'

Alex takes a seat beside him, "I wouldn't have pegged you for a place like this." Alex's eyes drop to the collar George is wearing, which once again makes George all too aware of the constricting weight around his neck. "You always seemed a little..." Alex waves his hand, grinning, and George can mentally fill in the blank.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." George says defensively, crossing his legs.

"Drinks like a champ too." Their bartender vouched, and y'know what George always liked her and her scary body modifications, he decides.

"Full of surprises, huh, Georgie?" Alex's voice drops low, giving George the once over before settling on his neck once again. He's being flirted with, George confirms to himself dumbly, gorgeous fit Alexander Albon, who had previously stared blankly with a polite indifference to George's dinner invite, is now eyeing him with very much of that reciprocal interest. The alcohol buzzing through him doesn't help, this isn't how he courts; but it allows him to be braver -- seize the day, carpe diem, carte blanche, his French gets all muddled when he's tipsy. Alex's fingers trace the edge of his exposed knee in his ripped jeans that's knocking against George's, the ghost of a touch but full of intent.

"D' you wanna find out?"

To George's immeasurable disappointment, Alex doesn't whisk him away to a 3 course meal at a Michelin star resturant, La Gavroche if mummy's still friends with the head chef, and then a night at the Ritz -- he's not a prude, he puts out on the first date. Instead, they make their way closer to the stage where the band was playing, apparently Alex's friends, but it truly sounded like just noise. And George isn't entirely snobbish about his music, he's listened to The Smiths quite a bit. It's good to align politically with your favourite artists.

Thinking he spotted Soph and needing her womanly intuition if Albon totally wants to shag him, George means to beckon to her but instead finds himself squished between a number of bodies, all throwing themselves around in the mosh pit. He's too uncoordinated, the weight of everyone around him too strong to do anything but be swept in the wave, helpless, until he feels himself being pulled by his collar, choking him, and then a stronger pair of hands across his waist pulling him out.

"Got you. You were getting swallowed up there. Unless... you're into that?" Alex's breath is warm against George's ears, and he's so grateful; to be pulled out of the crowd, to be in his arms.

"I'm into whatever you're into." George wraps his arms around the back of Alex's neck, pulling him in closer, every touch between them electric. He definitely doesn't need Soph's opinion with the way Alex smiles wickedly, correct answer, ding! one point for George.

"Georgie, I never knew," Alex gasps, and he sounds giddy, kissing George against the bathroom stall door. "I really thought you were this," Alex shoves a knee between his legs, pushing down on his crotch, "'posh,' 'uptight', 'wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this' type." Alex laughs, punctuating each denigration with a kiss, biting down on his bottom lip, hard. "Really, when you asked me out I thought it was like, to croquet. Fuck, I wish I'd known then." He shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes so dark George can barely see the brown. George's expensive Raybans meet their death, falling to the floor somewhere, and he can't bring himself to care as long as Alex keeps touching him.

George finds out two things about Alexander: he's kind of an asshole, and it does nothing to hinder just how much George finds him devastatingly hot. He was also not wrong of his initial assumption of George as vanilla, the most sexually adventurous thing he'd ever done was have a girlfriend peg him. Alex's hand wraps around George's throat, above his collar, and presses down; choking him, as he grinds down on him. George tries to say his name, to ask to go back to the kissing -- horribly out of his depth here -- but his garbled voice comes out as a moan instead, putty in Alex's hands, making no resistance to push him off.

"Prim and proper George Russell, who likes getting choked out. Who would've thought?" Alex mistakes it for wanting more, but the reverent almost impressed voice makes George continue the ruse. It's not lying, he tells himself, just obfuscating the truth and letting Alex believe what he thinks.

"Can I blow you?" George asks, thinking quick. Alex can't call out his bluff that way, and George does an especially good job Alex will fall in love with him and their reservations for La Gavroche are back on.

Alex barely nods before George slides on his knees, bare knees hitting the fake concrete, due to his ripped jeans, thanks so much Soph. Alex is half hard as George unbuckles, which is flattering, and pulling Alex out... he's a nice length, a nice weight in George's hand who strokes it to full hardness, nothing unbearable about it -- completely inoffensive, George could pen poems about its pleasantness. He tentatively closes his mouth around the tip, hand on shaft, when Alex pulls him in by the back of his head, and shoves his dick all the way in his mouth, fucking his face.

Oh.

That's how they're doing this then. George has a gag reflex, and he chokes the first time Alex's dick hits the back of his throat; tears springing to his eyes as he pulled off to cough.

"Sorry, shit, should I--?" Alex asks — and George imagines Alex walking out on him, in the middle of an aborted blowjob, because he couldn't keep it together for five minutes. It's one thing if Alex never gave him a chance, it's another entirely if George blows his shot -- quite literally. With renewed determination, he goes back to working on Alex's cock, with a fervour until his hands find his way back to his hair, face-fucking him but with a more careful pace, to not fully hit the back of his throat. The few times George does gag, Alex lets him breathe before going back in, relentless.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" he hears Alex groan from above him, his grip on George's hair loosening. Where is George going to spit, he wonders, knee uncomfortably jammed between the commode and makes the pragmatic decision to keep hollowing his cheeks and keeping as much of him in as Alex comes inside his mouth.

George thinks, bloody hell fuck it, and swallows. It's gross, but the vodka he had was grosser and the way Alex sounds when he says his name is so worth it.

Alex thumbs George's lips, swollen and spit soaked, hair a complete mess and tears prickling from the corner of his eyes. It's not a pretty sight, but Alex's hand cups the side of George's face, gentle, sliding down to his neck to pull at the collar's hoops, which feels branded on him. George feels thoroughly debauched, breathing hard, tenting in his jeans, his knees fucking ache, his jaw aches; all intangible proof of Alex all over him. He got it. He won.

Someone from outside the bathroom calls Alex's name, who turns around, tucking himself back in.

"You're sweet, George. This was fun. I'll text you, yeah?"

Later that morning, George assesses the damage done to this throat. Splotchy red indents from where the leather of the collar dug in, from where Alex's hands had been. A week of turtlenecks for him, then.

His phone buzzes a notification.

@.AlexAlbon is now following you!

#i wrote this really high so I'm not sure about the pacing and all #if any of it's bad just chalk it off to George it's his pov ok #galex #my fics #f1 rpf #read the cws before proceeding! #cw: under-negotiated kink #cw: dubcon #this is deeply self indulgent bc eye think characters should have bad sex more #blorbocedes ask #nobody's allowed to feel bad for George everything here he has brought upon himself