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“Are you going to start worrying?” Or obsessing or having a grand old freakout? “Gareth was a bit stressed thinking about how you would feel when you woke up.”
That was a bit of an understatement but not much.
“I’m not.” It wasn’t the most confident answer but it seemed mostly true. “I’m just…thinking too much? But not overthinking it. Honest.”
I wasn’t sure I saw the distinction, but I nodded anyway.
Pushing crazy people out of their delusion wasn’t a good idea, and if he wanted to pretend those were very different things, I’d let him.
“It was a big shift in our relationship and in your relationship with Gareth.” So a bit of thinking too much wouldn’t be unwarranted. “But how are you feeling?”
Because there was no way Gareth hadn’t found the water bottles by that point.
Cashel let out another breath, working on relaxing as he thought about the question. “Not as weird as I thought I would? That’s probably a stupid answer, but I don’t—”
Cutting him off with a quick kiss, I shook my head. “No, there are no stupid answers. It’s hard to know what to expect after something like a first scene. You just need to know that we’re here for you, no matter how you feel. You just need to communicate with us, okay?”
Scrunching up his face, Cashel sighed. “That sounds terrible honestly. I bet you have a gag somewhere. Why don’t we try that?”
Gareth must’ve decided that we’d gotten enough private time because he came bouncing back in with water and a smile.
Whatever he’d overheard hadn’t stressed him out, so it was one less thing to worry about as he climbed back in bed with us. “Why would someone like a gag? And you can’t get weird because you brought it up.”
“I never agreed to that rule.” Giving Gareth a sexy glare, Cashel decided that was something he wouldn’t back down from. “Bringing up a topic doesn’t imply consent to discuss, that’s just—”
He kept grumbling right up until Gareth shoved the straw in his mouth.
I had to remind myself that laughing would just encourage their antics, but it wasn’t easy. Luckily, my curious boy had given me a wonderful distraction. “For some people, taking away one sense, or something like their voice, makes the others feel more intense. For other people, it’s another way of feeling restrained for their Dom. But those are just the first answers that came to mind. There are probably a lot of reasons people enjoy them.”
Gareth nodded as Cashel proceeded to let the water trickle into his mouth, drinking slower than anyone I’d ever seen. “That makes sense. Do you have one? Can I see it?”
“I do not have one but we can look those up online once we get to that point.” And since he’d traded pup research for sex toys, I wasn’t going to pull it up on my phone. “I’ll make a list of things we want to explore.”
Looking curious and like he was making a wonderfully confusing mental list, he gave a curt nod. “Let’s look at pain things and not pain things. I don’t know how to narrow them down any more than that.”
Well, it was a start.
“How about pain from impact toys, pain from nonimpact toys, and fun anal things to start?” It sounded almost like we were building a Jeopardy category, but Gareth took it as seriously as I meant it as Cashel kept taking his tiny sips.
“I think that’s a good idea.” But judging by the expression on his face, he still had questions. “What other categories would there be?”
His curiosity was wonderful.
“Well, restraints and maybe a creative or fantasy play section? Costumes and alien dicks seem like they’d go together, but maybe tentacle penises should go in the anal play section?” I started second-guessing that category placement as soon as I’d said it. “Would a French maid’s outfit and a tentacle go in the same search results?”
Cashel’s eyes were so wide I knew he had a response he was barely holding back. Gareth didn’t have that reservation, though. He shrugged. “It depends on where you’re starting? I mean, I’m pretty sure Brady could come up with a question for Google that would spit out those answers together.”
Hmm, he was probably right.
“Good point.” But if it was logical to Brady, we probably didn’t want to go that route. “So, let’s put nonhumanoid appendages in the anal fun category for now.” My response had Gareth looking pleased to have the debate settled but Cashel grinned.
He’d figured out my slightly rude logic and thought it was funny.
Well, I might not look like the greatest Dom at the moment considering how rude I’d been, but he’d stopped wanting to crawl under the bed and hide, so I was counting it as a win.
“There are more than I realized.” Still looking wonderfully thoughtful, Gareth leaned down and gave Cashel a quick, slightly unexpected kiss. “You’re smart for wanting us to separate those. I don’t think we have time for puppy research and sex toys. I kind of thought there were just a handful of types.”
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