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Oh! This was kissing. This was good.

Quincy kissed back, trying to keep up with Evan’s frantic tongue, until he remembered that he was the Dom. He tightened his hoses around Evan’s legs and tangled his fingers in his hair. Once Evan was still, except for his rapidly beating heart, Quincy slowed their pace until he could map out each sensation and chase each little movement that made Evan moan.

Evan went limp, his muscles relaxing as Quincy extended the kiss. Feeling Evan respond to him, knowing that he’d made Evan gasp or sigh or arch his back… that was what drove him.

“Do you really mean it?” Evan whispered. “You want to stay with me?”

“Yes.” Quincy punctuated his words with kisses. “I’ve been trying to tell you that. If you want me, I’m yours.”

“You might change your mind later.”

Two weeks had been a long time to think about this, and Quincy wasn’t angry or sad anymore. Ben’s words had finally fit together in the puzzle he was trying to solve.

Evan wasn’t really worried about how Quincy would change. He was worried about being rejected by another boyfriend.

That was one of those things that Quincy could never have learned from an article or a book. But he’d figured it out. He was sure of it. “I won’t.” He kissed Evan again.

“You might. Especially when you decide to get mods.”

More kisses. This wasn’t an argument. This was Evan looking for reassurance.

“I really don’t think I will. I don’t think I’ll get too many, and Ben made sure that all of my new ones were just… knowledge and skills. I won’t get any mods that change my personality.”

“What mods did you get?” Evan asked, then grumbled, “Ben wouldn’t tell me.”

Quincy laughed. He’d finally figured out that Ben did things like that to tease Evan, but Evan wasn’t really annoyed.

“I got three. I think you’ll like them.” He ran his hands up and down Evan’s back. Just because he could.

“Well… What are they?”

Quincy had discovered that it was kind of fun for him to tease Evan, too. “Hmmm… Ben gave me one to reprogram the Protect code, so that I can defend myself.”

“Thank god,” Evan sighed. “I feel terrible that we didn’t do that right away.”

“It’s alright.” Or at least, not something he even wanted to think about again. “It’s there now, though that’s why the case took so long, and I’m on probation.”

“Totally worth it.” Evan stared him down. “You’re not allowed to get hurt again.”

“I won’t. Promise. So the next one… I got a language mod. Mae’n debyg fy mod yn siarad Cymraeg nawr.” I guess I speak Welsh now.

“Quincy! Fe wnaethoch chi hynny i mi? Dyw hynny ddim hyd yn oed yn iaith ddefnyddiol…” You did that for me? That’s not even a useful language…

“Oes,” he agreed, rather proud of himself. “I chi.” For you.

“You’ll probably speak it better than me. I only speak it with my grandparents.”

“Gallwn ei siarad gyda’n gilydd.” We can speak it together.

Evan looked stunned. Stunned and happy.

Quincy had definitely made the right choice.

“What’s the last one?” Evan finally asked.

Quincy whispered in his ear. “Domination.”

Evan shivered. Quincy could feel it rippling through his body.