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[confiscated]

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

[needlebomb]

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. ]

[confiscated]

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.