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“I know you’re not a virgin. But, yeah, you don’t really scream ‘using Grindr every weekend’ to me.”
I laughed. “Okay, fine. Well, you’re right. I don’t hook up with guys very often. Notnever, though.”
“Are you safe when you do?”
“Yeah…always.”
He finished rinsing his hair and gazed at me. “Well, swallowing is a low-risk activity for HIV transmission.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. But don’t just take my word for it. Look it up when you have a chance.”
“But you don’t do it with casual hookups?”
“No.”
“So, what are we then?”
“Huh?”
“Well, you swallowed my semen. Does that move me up from casual to, oh I don’t know, maybe dating?”
“Maybe dating. I like that. Okay,” he said, my gaze tracking his hands as he soaped up his body in all the right places. “Anyway, I don’t have any open sores in my mouth, or I wouldn’t have kissed you. And it was only off the tip of one finger. I’m not worried.”
“Okay,” I said. “But if it’s a kink, how do you indulge it with the fuckboys? Or do you just…not?”
He smiled and there was a lot behind that grin. “Oh, Toby. There are a lot of ways to indulge a jizz kink without swallowing it. Trust me.”
“Trustyou?” I said with a mocking, skeptical look. “I don’t know.”
He laughed. “Well, you should, because I’d like to get to know you…more than just what your jizz tastes like.”
“Whoa. You are such a romantic.”
It was a very nice shower, and neither of us tried to get up to anything. By the time we were toweling off, I was starting to feel that electric boogaloo thing again.
“I want to try out the Bordello,” I said.
Alastair eyed me strangely. “Yeah? With who?”
“With you…duh. Who do you think?”
He didn’t say anything, and I wondered if I’d shocked him. But how could I shock him? He was the one who had all the experience. Wouldn’t he want to take me there?
“Is that something you’d want to—?” I asked.
“Yes, Toby. It is something I want to do,” he said, so quickly it took me by surprise.
“Oh, goody.”
“Are you sure, though? I don’t want you to do it just to please me, because you think I need it or something weird like that.”
“You don’t need it?”
“No. I like it. I don’t need it.”
“Well, I’d like to see what it’s like, being in that room. With you…telling me what to do. And…you doing things to me because you want to do them—and I’m letting you.” I smiled. “Is that how it works?”
