Page 63 of The Menagerie
There’s a flutter in Rowan’s stomach that he blames on the copious amount of sriracha he’d squirted in his sandwich.
[RC]That would be great!
[RC]Thanks
Unsurprisingly, Mal doesn’t respond to Rowan’s text or the sunglasses emoji he tacks on, so he sends another text, this time determined to keep the conversation going.
[RC]Btw, is there anything you wanna do next time?
It takes Mal a few minutes to respond.
[MS]let’s use the beads i showed you
[MS]i’ll bring those and my cuffs too
[MS]and i wanna get you off with my mouth
The texts come one after the other, barely any time between them, each one like a punch to Rowan’s chest that nearly gets him hard again.
[RC]Ok. Any position you wanna be cuffed in?
[RC]And do you wanna be cuffed the whole time or just part of it? Like how long can you go for w/o being uncomfortable
[MS]behind my back
[MS]and i can go a while but let’s work up to that. probably use the beads first then cuff me for the rest
[RC]Got it
Rowan taps the side of his phone, debating sending his next text. Mal had said this was a two-way street—their Dom/sub relationship. And he knows that, but he still feels a bit weird asking for things he wants. So far everything they’ve done he’s enjoyed, and honestly he’d rather let Mal take the metaphorical reins while they’re still getting used to each other.
From the bit of research he’s done online so far, he knows that for some partners, their ultimate goal is to know exactly what the other wants and needs at any given moment, and to deliver that. Rowan doesn’t know how realistic that is for them, or for pairs in general, but the idea of getting to that level of comfort and trust with Mal makes him giddy.
He sends the text.
[RC]How do you feel about ass to mouth btw?
[MS]as long as it’s my own ass it’s hot
[MS]don’t really trust mfers i don’t know
[MS]why, you wanna do that?
[RC]Well yeah I wasn’t thinking of anyone else’s
It’s pretty hard to focus on anyone else’s ass when Mal’s is right in front of him.
[RC]And yeah if you’re cool with it
[MS]yeah
His excitement simmers, the week-away anticipation stagnating when he remembers something Mal said to him in the diner last night:I think we can do better.
[RC]Hey so when you said we could do better yesterday, is there something more you want from me?
[RC]I mean obviously I’m gonna get better and learn you as we go but like is there anything specifically I can do next time?
Waiting on Mal’s response, he takes another bite of his long-forgotten sandwich.
