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"Jesus, like the needles weren't making me hard enough," says Priestly, which is a whole other kink right there. "Tell me about what you did the other night, your fantastic sexual experience. The details."

"Oh, man, that's something I can exploit," he says, grinning. "MMM. Started off with truth and dare, usual shit, then I gave her head and fucked her on the floor in here. Tied her to the bed in the other room and fingered her until she nearly came.". He swabs over Priestly's skin. "Didn't let her."

"Denial," murmurs Priestly, and he's definitely got some experience with that. "Get ready to find out how that feels. Are you good at giving girls head? How do you do it?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he says, grinning. "I go slow, focus on her clit but not too much, you know, and I use my fingers."

"That's the way you've got to do it," agrees Priestly, and it's just pointless to even try to hide his arousal now. This is not just a casual conversation. "You've got to get right in there, you've got to commit to it. Guy or girl, you focus completely on what you're doing. Tell me more."

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"After I'd come on her tits and then licked some of it off," he says, and he might not be embarassed but his cheeks are starting to flush now, "I flipped her over and tied her to the bed again. We talked about how she'd like me to punish her by tying her up and making her watch me fuck someone else. I sspanked her until her ass glowed."

"Is that something you're going to do?" Priestly asks him, the burn on his back sending sparks straight to his dick now, on top of everything else. "Are you going to tie her up and fuck someone else in front of her? Is she possessive of you?"

"Maybe," he says, still concentrating on difficult letters. "Maybe I'd do it, not maybe she's possessive. I think it's the not being able to get involved."

"When I was with Brooke and Yorick," says Priestly, which is actually not changing the subject at all, "when there were three of us, there were a lot of games we could play." Never actual power games, but you had a lot of creative options with three. Someone could watch. "And a lot of moving parts."

He has to breathe slowly to avoid shuddering.

"I thought about making her do things to the other girl while I watched," he admits. "And then I put my fingers in her ass. One at a time. Slowly."

"Was she into that?" says Priestly, very carefully adjusting himself in his seat in the moments he can. "Is that when she begged for it?"

"She loved it," he admits, close to the end of the tattoo now. "She begged me to fuck her in the ass. I wasn't the first guy she'd let do that."

"Jesus, that's hot," says Priestly, closing his eyes again like he'll get an instant replay. "I've had guys want it bad, but never a girl, not like that."

"So fucking hot," he says. "She came so hard and then I had her decide whether she wanted me to come in her or on her."

"I'm going to decide for you," says Priestly. "I'm going to decide when and where you get to come. I'm going to tell you what to come on."

"Yessir," he says, smirking as he flicks off his needle. "You're done but you need a dressing. Don't move yet.". He heads towards one of the shelves. "I came on her ass and her back."

"Thank you," says Priestly, nodding at his back as best he can and trying not to move but touching his dick a little because, Jesus, he's only human. "How hard did you come?"

"So hard it made me dizzy," he says, taping a dressing into place. He strips off his gloves and steps away from Priestly to very deliberately lock the door.

"I would've too," says Priestly, still sitting, gripping the chair and his knee and not looking up at Tunny. "I might yet."

"Too much?" Asks Tunny, keeping his distance because he's not sure where they're going next.

He hopes he knows.

"Just get over here," says Priestly, "before I have to slam you up against a wall. Don't think I can't if I put my mind to it. I can do all kinds of things I bet you never thought about."

Grinning, he closes the distance between them.

"I can't wait," he says. "Whatever you want."
He's got hours until he has to pick up the girls.

"Or did you think about it?" he says and grips Tunny's shirt to pull him close and kisses the hell out of him. When he pulls away, breathless, eyes closed and lips red and slick just beside Tunny's cheek, he adds, "Jesus, why have we never done this before?"

"I don't know," he admits, leaning forward to press his dick against Priestly. "I've thought about it. It never started like this."

"How did it start, then?" says Priestly, kissing the corner of his mouth, gentle now, and curving his hand around Tunny's side, deciding for real this time what he's going to have him do.

That kiss makes him shiver, letting out a sigh.

"I always just thought about us fucking in a bed. I want everything. Whatever you want." He swallows. "I want to try having no control. None."

"You thought about us fucking in a bed," Priestly echoes him quietly, and he's not sure why except that it seems oddly sweet, for them.

"Then I think," he says, getting up slowly, "that you should be the one in the chair. Sit."

An electric throb goes right to his dick. He sits down obediently, suddenly aware of how tight his pants have gotten.

His eyes don't leave Priestly's face.

"Where do I even start with you?" says Priestly, but his hands already know and are undoing his pants, pushing them down over his hips. "I bet you're good at this."

He can't take his eyes off what Priestly's hands are doing. He licks his lips, nods.

"I am."