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"Of course you'd skip right to the rewards." Joel couldn't hide the amusement from his tone.
"What can I say, I have my priorities set straight."
"That's embarrassing, even for you. I'm not going to dignify that with an answer." David smiled in a way he only did when Joel was around, he crossed the remaining distance between them to sit on his lap and wrap his arms around his neck. The swivel chair lurched dangerously to the side, but they steadied themselves and laughed.
"What do you have in mind?" David asked after placing a chaste kiss on Joel's own grinning lips.
"I'll say right now that I don't want to be tied up, and I'm not really into tying you up, either. But. Your little video playlist gave me an idea, since you seem to like the whole submissive, dominant shit, we can try baby steps to lead up to bigger stuff. Provided both of us likes how this goes."
"Go on."
"First, tell me what you know about this type of stuff."
"Something tells me you know more about this than I suspected."
"David, I worked for the FBI."
"Fair point." David tucked away the information to probe Joel for at a later time. "I know at the core of it, it's about trust, and exploring things that push acceptable boundaries."
"Look at you, you've come such a long way." David couldn't tell is Joel meant it as a sincere compliment, or a backhanded sarcastic remark. He was more than willing to let that slide given what Joel was offering him. That was the point, wasn't it? Show Joel what a "good boy" he's been, can keep on being.
"Alright, I already told you what I don't want to do- the biggest one, that's nonnegotiable. We've already gone over our do's and don't's a dozen times, but now's a good opportunity for a refresher."
"Light spanking is fine, but no slapping. I'm willing to get teased but I don't want the orgasm denial to be final unless you're actually no longer into it. I... I'd like emphasis on aftercare." It wasn't the whole list, but they were at the forefront of his current priorities.
"Alright. What I want to try, is edging you, no restraints, please don't mention work, the role reversal part I have in mind is you can't touch me, keep your hands above your head at all times."
"... and if I don't listen to that?" David was hoping the game Joel was suggesting was the same one he had in mind, because from what Joel was saying so far, they'd start as vanilla as possible, and he was more than up for that. If they're doing an exercise in obedience, he wanted the luxury of disobeying. Just a little.
"Well we've got to find a suitable punishment. It can't be something you enjoy so much that you're tempted to keep touching me."
"And I so love touching you." Joel didn't need reminding. The first time they had been together had been a little overwhelming. David's penis envy manifested in the form of intense cock worship. If Joel's dick wasn't inside him in one way or another, he had his fingers curled around him, he fondled his balls in a way that made it seem like the act of touching them alone was the greatest erotic act there was. After blowjobs, of course.
"What about a three strike rule?"
"Like?"
"Like you have only two passes to touch me when you really want to, the third time, well, you're definitely going to cum anyway, but you don't get to have me cum in you."
"... not even sucking you empty?"
"Not unless you want that to be the ultimate reward."
"Within your limits, can the reward really be anything?" There was the magic question that Joel was hoping to get to. Once they got over with it, he could start to relax more fully.
"I'm willing to go with our special occasion exceptions."
"Just not tying you up."
"Definitely not that one."
"Can we get matching collars? And a leash with a clasp on each end?"
"... not what I was expecting to hear. But sure. That's something that would need preparation though. We'd have to buy them."
"Can we improvise with a belt for this one time?"
"And who exactly is collared in this scenario of yours?" David sighed heavily, carefully mulling over his next words. He shifted his position so that he was properly straddling Joel. Whom for his part felt the near burning heat between David's legs shift over his crotch.
"Can I- you. We wouldn't have to make it tight at all, keep it at the biggest size if needed. I just-" David went quiet, looking away to hide the obvious hot flush that washed over his cheeks. He let go of the more taboo things that exited him, they were a more than fair trade off to having Joel. Having Joel even in the most bland missionary position lit up his every nerve. That didn't mean there wasn't a certain image he went back to time and again when he felt particularly lonely, particularly hungry for Joel. Usually when he was away, sometimes upon waking up to a still sleeping Joel when a particularly titillating dream wakes David up.
"You can say it. At this point, we're negotiating. Even if I won't do it, you're allowed to say it."
"Ideally, you've got a collar, and belt cuffs on your wrists and ankles, either I'm riding you while using the leash to pull you up to kiss you, or you have your wrists tried behind your back, and you've got a collar with an o-ring I use like a handle while we're doing the amazon position." Mostly David fantasies about having Joel play the willing captive, soothe the balm of his past failure. But with Joel making it clear that he doesn't want that, he chose to share the "grand finale" moment he went back to most often.
"Hell, I'll take looping the belt around your waist and holding onto it while I fuck you senseless." David finished, after gathering the last of his courage.
"... in the amazon position?"
"What?"
"'Fuck me senseless', with a strap-on, or the amazon position?"
"Ideally, with my own dick. But I really liked the last time we tried the amazon position, felt intense and I could pretend your dick was mine pretty easily."
"If I don't end up hating this, I'd be willing to buy cuffs, collars and a leash. But the cuffs would be for show and not actual use."
"I can definitely live with that."
"I can feel how much this turns you on," Joel emphasized his words by slowly shifting his hips upwards, feeling the additional heat brought on by the growing wet spot on David's pants. The material was silk lined wool, in addition, David wore briefs underneath them. On a particularly adulterated night, David admitted that he would go commando more often if not for the fact that he'd soil his pants with arousal induced wetness, and the briefs gave him a more acceptable barrier than pads. The memory of the admission often reminded Joel that David's libido was likely far more active than he'd initially assumed. Normally the thought brought on gratitude since David's sexual attention was always so intense. Joel almost regretted letting him continue to suck him off post-orgasm the first time he let him, David knew just how much was too much and danced along that line effortlessly. It was one of their "special occasion" moments reserved for birthdays or holidays, or when Joel felt a certain kind of horny. Because as sensitive as he already was, there was something about the way David so thoroughly worshiped him in those moments, how utterly turned on he sounded when he moaned around him. It was hot.
"So...? What do you think?" David's breathing had gone laboured, and he hid his face in the crook of Joel's neck, never having gotten used to being vulnerable.
"I can meet you half way with some of that." Joel answered carefully, making sure to neither agree to something just to please David, nor sound too critical of David's fantasy. The whole point of this was to reward him for good behaviour, after all. Call him a "good boy" so to speak, without being patronizing about the fact that good behaviour for David is usually the bare minimum. He wasn't rotten to the core, but he could be cold. Fantasies were something Joel couldn't police even if he tried. And thus far David never gave him reason to want to.
"Yeah?" David's mumble was barely audible against his skin.
"I'm not opposed to using the belt as a makeshift collar for you to pull me up when you want to kiss me. That's about as far as I'll go with restraints. And we can incorporate that with the collars when we get them."
"... when?"
"The idea is growing on me." The moment the sentence left his lips, Joel knew David would pounce on the opening.
"That's not the only thing that's growing." David returned the previous grinding gesture, making the growing firmness beneath him all the more obvious.
"I guess I deserve that one." The grin in Joel's voice didn't escape David's attention even with his line of vision being a closeup of Joel's back and shoulder.
"What about the rest of this? You said something about edging." David was just as relieved as Joel was that this part of the conversation had been crossed. He hadn't expected Joel to agree to as much as he already had, so things were going better than he initially anticipated. Hell, this was Joel's idea.
"As surprising as this is, I'm rather new to the whole BDSM thing in regards to experience. So I can't promise I'll be any good at this. My only crash course on the subject being research for cases is hardly indicative of the real going-ons."
"That's alright." David had begun to move his hips rhythmically, presumably getting in as much friction as he could before their session started, his attention having shifted from talking, to feeling. Joel found he didn't mind, enjoying the foreplay that built them up towards their goal. This was a dance where he knew all the moves to.
"Out of the both of us, you're the one who can cum multiple times without needing too much rest, so we can start the edging in stages, how long can you last before teasing you with my mouth is too much? With my hands? Both? How long until touching you everywhere but inside gets to be too much? Or not enough?" Joel's voice fell several octaves, and David began to trail kisses along his neck, never ceasing the lethargic pace of his grinding. All too soon, Joel motioned to get up so that they could make their way to the bed. Which, thankfully, was less than five feet away.
David went to kiss Joel, who moved back just out of reach. "Safe word first. What should it be?"
"Coleslaw."
"... are you being serious?"
"It doesn't sound like 'stop', 'please', or moaning. And it's easy to say even when we're otherwise mentally occupied."
"I hate it when you make sense. Coleslaw it is."
Joel snaked an arm behind David's head as his free hand gently guided him in for a kiss. "Are we in agreement?" Before answering, David made a show of kissing Joel tempestuously, nipping at Joel's bottom lip, then grazing his tongue over the spot he just bit.
"We are in agreement." David laid back onto the bed, raising his arms over his head and crossing his wrists together as if they were waiting to be tied. The action did something to Joel that was followed by a swell of anxiety. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that David was doing as he was told, or the suggestive notion that he's restrained, the sight of him like that caused something searing and hungry to lurch within his gut. It didn't help that David maintained his long hair, which had actually begun to reach his shoulders by now, the way it framed his face like an inky halo. It also did something to Joel. This time at least, that something was a welcome one. Joel began by running his fingers along David's sides, balancing himself on one knee and making sure to let his erection slide along the David's belly. He took the time to run the palm of his hand along the trail of hair that started just above David's navel, past his bellybutton, and spread out in varying degrees on his legs, thighs, and outer labia. David's dick was about as thick as his thumb, and almost as long. He didn't get the type of erection Joel currently had; jutting upwards towards his navel, hard and only getting harder. But his dick swelled all the same, the skin's texture nearly identical to Joel's. But the most notable difference between them beyond David having two available holes to fuck, was that he had his very own all-natural lubricant. David may worship Joel's penis, but that didn't mean Joel didn't match his enthusiasm when it came to David's particular parts.
Joel's own favourite thing to do was give David a blowjob. His dick was just big enough for it, and the first time Joel did, David about short circuited. Joel wasn't the type to look up, or make eye contact when he gave oral, the complete opposite as when he received it. However, when David is the one bobbing his head over Joel's lap, making mewling sounds that break into wanton moans, he would fix his gaze solely on Joel, his mouth the perfect embodiment of lechery, while in contrast, Joel would focus all his attention on David's swollen cock.
Like it was now. Joel was inching his way towards just that, while his thumb was already busying itself by drawing circles over the slickness between David's legs. The most eye contact Joel would give in these moments were split second glances to assure himself that David was still watching him. Once free of any associated guilt over his attraction to the other man, Joel found that the blown pupil look on David quite suited him. So, eye contact, even for such a short time, never failed to send a jolt through his cock. Since the point was to essentially tease David, Joel began to deliberately drag his erection along David's body again, adding pressure when he hauled himself upwards to lay chaste kisses along David's torso, nipping where the ribs jutted slightly beneath the small layer of fat.
Already, David was beginning to struggle to keep his hands positioned where they were. It was only because Joel knew him as well as he did, that he pick this to be one of David's restrictions. The man's entire love language during sex involved some form of touch. Upon spending more time with David, seeing into his life all the way to his mundane day to day habits , Joel figured out that David felt a particular way about his hands. He was downright neurotic about them. It wasn't that they were a source of overstimulation, and he wasn't adverse to getting them dirty. But he did have an obscene number of gloves. From single layered fingerless gloves for inside the house, to a pair for every imaginable time of year. When Joel tried to ask him about it, the most David could provide was that he loved to have the tactile feedback, whether it was something to fiddle with when anxious, or something to stroke when he was concentrating on something. He didn't like dust for the distraction it caused when he was running his fingertips over his touch screen elections. So not only did David have many gloves, he kept his hands pristine, and his nails cut short.
The only time they came off was either when it was too hot to justify using them, or when he was doing a task that called for the dexterity that only naked hands could provide. For a long time Joel did think he had some form of OCD, or that the behaviours were a part of whatever neurodivergent quirks David had. But really, David just liked touching things. They were already familiar with safe words because Joel had to input a warning word for David when his handsiness became annoying, distracting, or overwhelming. David loved to massage Joel's balls even when he wasn't in a sexual mood. Sometimes Joel would wake up to David asking if he was allowed to fondle him. First damn thing in the morning. One time Joel was so frustrated that he threatened to tape boxing gloves to David's hands. Since then, all Joel has to say is "boxing gloves" and David knows that it's his cue to back off and not ask again either for the rest of the day, or until Joel said it was okay. So it wasn't all bad, the up side to all of that meant Joel got regular shoulder and neck massages for absolutely not reason other than he asked.
It was with that in mind that Joel started to really set his mind to the task at hand. He nipped ever so lightly at the skin just above David's hip, began to place a trail of kisses up his torso, trailing one hand parallel to his face until he reached David's lips. From there Joel kisses him with firm a deliberateness, his hand continued its trajectory upwards until he placed it over the are David's wrists were touching, and squeezed them in a way that more more affirmative than forceful.
"Stay." Joel eyed David carefully, intently, those brown irises of his were almost completely swallowed up by his blown pupils. The look that David was giving Joel just then, momentarily wiped away whatever plans he'd thought up. The chapstick David had applied had mostly dried, but there remained enough moisture for them not to split when he spoke or smiled. And Joel could taste the lingering mint flavour of it. Shifting his focus to the rest of David's face, Joel took in the awestruck expression, the faint layer of sweat building up along his forehead, nose and cheeks, which for their part, were flushed pink.
"Good boy." As swiftly as his intentions had evacuated his thoughts, they returned, and Joel wasted no further time in running his palms over David's thighs before gently nudging them further apart. While one hand rested over one side of David's hip, the other one's thumb began to draw lazy circles over and around David's dick. Which from earlier ministrations, was now slick. David's breathy moan broke into a loud groan when Joel preceded the action by placing his entire mouth over David's dick. The other man regularly bemoaned how despite his being in the larger sizes for trans men, he still felt so small in comparison to cis men. But to Joel, the diminutive size was only small by comparison. For him, it was the perfect size, because there really wasn't any feeling compatible to being able to roll your tongue over your lover's entire cock, where it only took one, stationary suck to slip the entirety of it into your mouth. Even if feeling the heartbeat through the skin was universal no matter the set of genitals, or any other body part for that matter, feeling David's through the rhythmic pulsing of his cock, with his whole tongue, made Joel completely drunk with lust.
Focusing on that, Joel dragged his thumb over the entire rim of David's outer labia once, twice, before pushing his tongue as far into the vaginal opening as it would go. David keened, and his legs closed in around Joel. Still, he kept his hands above his head. Joel redoubled his efforts by pushing in his middle finger. Curling, then twisting it, before pulling it out only to add in one more finger and repeat the process until he had added in three. He fingered David at a steady pace, flicking his thumb along the flesh between the underside of his dick, and where his tongue still worked the hole. David had begun to babble the occasional swear, thighs still firmly pressed around Joel's head, hips lifting them both up in an attempt to follow the rhythm Joel had set. His inner walls began to clench and unclench, building to the climax of his orgasm. Before he realized what was happening, Joel withdrew his tongue and fingers.
"Fuck! Please keep going."
"If I did, then this wouldn't be very good edging, would it?"
"Joel." David pleaded, his thighs rubbed together in an attempt to maintain any sort of friction, his whole dick, along with its inner muscles that split around his hole, were pulsing. It felt great, but he knew he could feel even better.
"Let's have a look at you, you must be soaking wet." Joel placed his hands over David's thighs, which parted immediately. The action was rewarded with Joel's middle and index finger pushing past the edge of the vaginal lips, circling David's hole a few times before withdrawing to trail a slick line back up David's leg, then back down, never fully making contact. By this point David's hole was practically weeping fluids. Joel noted with a jolt of excitement that it seemed to be the particularly clear, mucus sort, if David were still fertile, it would mean he was ovulating. Procreation was out of the question and almost guaranteed not to happen considering David had an IUD. They'd come up with a protocol should the unlikely happen, so they didn't worry much when it came to unprotected sex. All this to say, David was even more wanting than usual, and his orgasms during these times always seemed to hit him harder than usual. It was also usually the times when David most sought out sex. The profiler in Joel found it all fascinating, while his libido found it just plain sexy.