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Greg met his gaze again, but he looked unsure. Normal stuff, I guess?

Of course. He’d probably never had to have this conversation, or he’d had it twenty years ago. No doubt his ex knew all his preferences and they didn’t need to talk about it.

What was in the porn you watched? That seemed like a good start.

Greg blushed beet red and looked away. Not just with embarrassment, but shame and worry. That was not the reaction he’d been expecting. A little healthy embarrassment was cute, but Greg looked like he was almost afraid.

Hey, we don’t kink shame.

Greg’s eyes darted to his and then away.

Should I guess then? I’ll tell you right now, I’ve been with a lot of different people with a lot of different interests, and I’ve met people with even more. You’re not likely to surprise me.

Greg still didn’t offer a response. So, whatever this was, it apparently wasn’t what Greg would term “normal stuff.”

Puppy play? he guessed as a starting place. Greg seemed to need someone to take care of him right now, and Marco could stretch his own interests a little bit to give him what he needed. Diapers and a sippy cup? Someone taking care of you?

Greg shook his head. Probably the opposite of that. You’re… not going to like it. It’s not like, a Daddy, thing.

Don’t assume that, Marco gently corrected. He decided to keep guessing, preparing himself not to display any opinions, positive or negative, regardless of what Greg said. Impact play? Are you into pain?

I am, but that wasn’t it.

Marco could only assume that Greg wanted him to figure it out on some level, or he would have just cut off the conversation. He kept guessing. Something rough? A group scene? Dub con? He finger-spelled the last option.

Greg watched him, as though trying to gauge his reaction. One of those had been right. Marco nodded his encouragement.

I… we… Greg indicated another person. Marco realized that this was probably harder for Greg because whatever he’d been watching reminded him of something that he’d done with his Dom.

He cupped Greg’s cheek and signed with his other hand. Only tell me if you want to.

If they were in a relationship, he’d eventually force him to tell all his depraved little fantasies, but that wasn’t what he needed tonight.

Greg seemed to gather up his courage. It was a role play. With a father and son. Consensual non-consent.

Marco could see Greg holding his breath, waiting for his reaction. CNC made a lot of people jittery. And even in the kink world, people could sometimes be judgmental about role playing incest, like their personal taboos trumped safe, sane, and consensual.

Thank you for sharing that with me, he said, gently. Greg still looked nervous. I bet it was hot, he added. It wasn’t Marco’s favorite kink, but he could get behind it for the right person with enough mental preparation. It took a lot out of him, but he’d done it before and could probably do it again.

Greg gave him a tentative smile.

I don’t think that’s what you need tonight, though. This evening has already been pretty intense.

Greg agreed emphatically.

How would you feel about something a bit more relaxed?

That sounds like a better idea.

Good. Marco could see the scene starting to take shape. If you’d like to come back to my place, I have some ideas that might be a better fit for where you are.

Greg looked at him like he’d hung the moon.

Chapter 4 Greg

Greg felt like he was observing himself from the outside. He was in another man’s car, driving to another man’s house. A man that wasn’t Richard.

When he’d been in the moment, in the heady, nostalgic atmosphere of Escape, pumped up on the immediacy of his encounter with Marco, everything had been real. Fresh.