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im listening

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don't cum until the date
it's probably been a while since you've gone a few days without blowing a load
i wanna make you wait for it
anticipation feels like one of the few ways to make sex as special as i want it to be between us

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ok.
but u cant make me wait too long ok
just enough to make it spicy

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trust me.

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i wish you weren't a ghost.
i could fucking slap one of those dick cages around your cock. those weird plastic things people are so into around here.
but you'd just phase right through it.
dick cage clamoring to the ground like grandma's dentures.

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u'd be into that?
cock cages.

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nah.

[ i mean, if tate is, that's another story, but no. he was joking. mostly. how does he put this. ]

it'd just be fun to make you physically incapable of breaking the rules.
you'd have to trust me.
there'd be no safety net.
i'd like to give that kind of thing to you, too.
trust in something big or frustrating or unpleasant that relied on you giving me relief. zero safety net.
like locking me in a door that only you had the key to get me out of, that kind of thing.

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i'd like that. being able to lock you up, see you tied down... waiting.
i'd do that for you too. i wouldn't escape anything u put me in.
i'd evven be able to find stuff i cant get out of if you want that certainty
i like that feeling of choice submission
the feeling of dominance slipping back and forth btween us

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having trouble typing there, buddy?

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that's what ur focusing on rn?

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little bit.
just wondering what your hands are doing.

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are u accusing me of something?

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are you accusing me of accusing you of something?

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idk i think we trust each other more than that
dont u?

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nah.

i mean, sure. through the serious, honest lens of our relationship, i think you and i are close in a way that's hard to find faults in.
but in the context of jerking off while we talk to each other? dude.
it's the cold war in here. mutually assured destruction.

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guess ull just have 2 take my word

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wow, okay.
guess i'll just go, then.
seeing as there's no reason for me to stay.

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i didnt say that.

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oh, and now he's walking it back.
can't even think clearly, huh

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shut up
we were talking about bondage
back to that, alright?

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okay, okay.
i don't think we were talking about bondage, though. not exactly.
just - trust. putting everything important to us in each other's hands.
like. do lines with me and fuck me on a hotel balcony right against the railing. make me feel like you could drop me.
i'd hold you down in shallow water while i jerk you off, make you struggle for air.
cut my wrists and don't let me bandage 'em up 'til you come.
crazy shit like that.

or, i mean, don't, if that's all too metal and you want to stick to cock cages and verbal rulesets.
like i said before, i don't want to hurt you.
just... you know.

[ just there's a part of him that wants to be hurt, maybe? hard to really figure out what draws him to all this, beyond the excessive displays of trust and reliability it provokes. ]

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i dont think its metal
i think its poetic.
i like the way you can make things feel like a poem
youve written it for me, and split your heart open
that's trust, too. i admire that.

i like the feeling of our raw edges being put together.
not a thing i wouldn't do for you, or to you, at your request
id play russian roulette with you in bed
let you put a knife to my throat
all the same things.