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“Yeah. I won’t know until I try it, right?”

He bit his lip.

“What?”

“You’d let me top you?”

“Why not?”

“No reason. I just didn’t think you’d be open to that.”

“I’m open to it with you. Is that something you’d want?”

“Maybe?” He blushed but didn’t avert his eyes. That was progress.

“Have you done it?”

He nodded. “A few times.”

“I’m totally open to that if you want to try.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

I tore my eyes from his throat. Why was that so hot?

“You said you like it a bit rough?” I prompted before my brain went rogue and flooded my thoughts with images of Hayden having sex.

We needed to finish this conversation before anything happened. He was too important to me to risk our friendship because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants long enough to be an adult.

“A bit.” He maintained eye contact with me. Something flared in my chest, not quite adrenaline, but not really a flutter. “Like what you did the other night. I really liked that. Maybe you could do a bit more?”

“You’re gonna have to give me specifics so I don’t cross any lines.” I ignored how my dick was currently impersonating a crowbar in my pants.

I didn’t have many kinks of my own, but being the dominant one and manhandling my partners a bit was one of them. Hurting people and causing them pain was one of my hard limits, but using my strength on a willing partner was a huge turn-on for me.

“Just like, gentle BDSM.”

“Like pinning you down or maybe tossing you around a bit?”

He nodded, his neck pink with a blush.

“What about marking?”

“Not bites, but hickeys are fine as long as they can be hidden under my work clothes. I’m not into spanking or anything.”

“Me either,” I said. “Nothing that can hurt you. That’s not my thing.”

“I thought you don’t have any kinks?”

I sighed. “I know that’s how it sounded, but I explained it wrong. I have my own things, but I’m pretty open to trying what my partner wants, even if it’s not something I had on my kink list or whatever.”

“What are yours?”

“Being a bit rough.” I shifted to relieve the pressure on my dick. My jeans were tight, and things were being squished in ways they didn’t enjoy.

Hayden glanced at my bulge, then snapped his eyes up.

“Not into spanking or any sort of impact play. Scratching is fine, hickeys are fine. Bites are fine. What about restraints?”

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