Page 74 of Garbage

He gave it a little kiss.

“I want to tie you up,” he told Evan, glorious images from his memory banks competing with and superimposing on the perfect man beneath him. “I could make you come so many times. You’d be totally helpless while I played with you.”

“Yes…” Evan breathed. “Want that.”

“I’m going to spank you, too,” he promised. “I’ll spank you until you’re begging me to stop. Until we know everything that makes you feel good, and just how much you can take.”

Evan moaned. “Please, Sir. Please!” His cheeks were flushed, his hair adorably mussed. “Though I might like begging you to stop…”

Quincy was hit by a bolt of lust. He wouldn’t have understood it before, but now the idea was beautiful, taking root in his mind. He would hold Evan down, making him take whatever pleasure Quincy could force on him, even while he begged for it to stop…

Quincy rocked against the firm legs before him, using his hand to jerk faster on Evan’s cock. “We’re gonna do that, baby. We’re gonna try everything.” He had a whole encyclopedia of options, but right now all he wanted to do was feed Evan’s desire and promise him the future. He just wanted to be close.

He moved his hand down, cupping Quincy’s balls and ringing the base of his lovely dick. “What if I got you a cock cage?”

Evan grunted, his eyes rolling back. “I’d wear it for you. Oh, Quincy…”

Quincy dropped his hand a little lower, probing at Evan’s perineum and then tracing along his crack. “Is this mine, too?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh god. Please fuck me. Need you so much.”

Quincy froze, every gear and piston grinding to a halt. “Evan, you know I… I don’t have a penis.” Evan would have noticed that already, right? Their bodies had been pressed together from so many angles. And Evan had told him before that it was alright.

Well, Evan had told him before that he should never settle for a relationship where someone wanted to change him. That was a little different than being what Evan wanted.

Evan’s face grew serious, and Quincy let go of his wrists, tucking his pincer arms into his back where they were hidden.

Where he looked more human.

Evan sat up and cupped Quincy’s face. “You know that doesn’t matter to me, right?”

Quincy couldn’t answer.

Evan pulled Quincy in, so that he was sitting intimately in Evan’s lap, chest to chest. Quincy made sure his weight wasn’t too heavy for Evan’s thighs, but it still emphasized just how little there was between his legs to meet the heady pressure of Evan’s cock.

“In the videos…” Quincy started.

“In the videos, there are a lot of ways to fuck. Toys. Fingers. Tongues. Other body parts.” Evan’s hand ran up his back, tracing the seam. He couldn’t possibly mean what Quincy was thinking, though. “The most important thing to me is that you feel proud and comfortable with your body.”

“I like my feet,” Quincy offered. He still hadn’t gotten over his excitement at having them, and he wanted to draw the conversation away from his additional limbs.

Evan leaned in to cup Quincy’s feet, where they were folded back near Evan’s knees. “I love your feet. Maybe I’ll suck on your toes.”

Quincy’s programming went a little wonky at the touch. He was still getting used to his new balance, not to mention socks and shoes. To have Evan massaging his heels and tracing little patterns over the bridges sent sparks of bliss racing through him.

His memory banks came up with foot fetish and foot worship. “Is that what you like?” he asked Evan, hopefully.

Evan traced over the soles, digging in with his thumbs. “It would be hot as fuck if I were doing it to you.”

“Oh!” Now Quincy wanted to try it. Immediately.

But he still needed to make sure of things. He’d begun to realize that appreciating something about someone was different from finding it arousing.

“Is this what you like, too?” He touched his cheek. “I know in the videos… You said you have a type.” The Doms Evan had chosen were all large men. Traditionally masculine. So serious they sometimes looked angry.

Evan cupped his hand, holding it to his jaw. “No one in those videos is as sexy as you are, Q. I want to see you in handsome suits and pretty dresses. I especially want to see you in satin and lace.” Evan ran a hand down Quincy’s chest. “Some of the things you ordered came in last week.”

Lust rolled through Quincy’s body at the idea. “So you think I’m pretty?” He batted his eyes.