Page 81 of Two for Roughing

Kilian frowned. “Why would you want to numb anything?”

Damir tried and failed to suppress a smirk. “Not everyone loves getting fucked as much as you. Which probably makes it easier to keep up a rhythm as well.”

“Oh. Well, that’s embarrassing.” Kilian stretched his arms over his head, closing his eyes and nuzzling deeper into the couch. “D’you like it? Getting fucked?”

Damir shrugged.

Kilian cracked an eye open to muster him. “Bet it’s only when you can be in charge. Bet you love riding.”

“We can’t all be pillow princesses.”

“Shut up.”

Damir was content to follow the instruction, stretching out beside Kilian. He reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the TV, shifting away from the sports channel for once to turn on some mindless holiday programming.

“Hey, Damir?”

There it was, the inevitable post-sex non sequitur. He’d missed it.

“Yes, pest?”

“You think maybe next time, you could spank me a little again?”

Damir sighed and stretched his arm out, allowing Kilian to nestle into his side. “Before we do that, we need to talk about limits and safewords.”

Kilian snickered.

“What?”

“Isn’t that really intense BDSM stuff?”

Damir stared at the top of his head. His hair was a mess, curls gone frizzy. “Yes,” he said slowly. “What did you think we were doing?”

Kilian propped himself up, his sharp chin biting into Damir’s left pec. “I thought it was just some light kink?”

“A tad more than light, Kilian. The feminization thing alone—”

“The what now?”

“How much you like it when I call you a good girl.”

In Damir’s arms, Kilian gave a happy little wiggle. He needed to be approximately 1000 percent less cute for Damir to make it through this conversation unscathed. “I’m assuming you aren’t trans?”

“What does that have to do with—”

“You don’t like me calling you that because you identify as a woman?”

“Oh. No. It’s hot during sex, but otherwise…”

“Right. So you enjoy a mix of praise and feminizing dirty talk during sex.”

“Yeah.” Kilian nodded enthusiastically, digging his chin further into Damir’s flesh. “But you know exactly what to say to get me off. What’s left to talk about?”

“I need to know where to stop.” Giving in to the impulse he’d tried to bury, Damir stroked across the top of Kilian’s head. “I want to talk to you in a way that works for you, but if I don’t know your boundaries, I could say the wrong thing and make you feel humiliated in a bad way. And especially with impact play like spanking, we need to be careful. I don’t want to hurt you too much for hockey or for your comfort zone.”

Kilian pressed up into Damir’s touch. “I don’t really know what too much is. Guess it’s lucky we’ll have to stop soon.”

They would? Damir didn’t want to stop. Damir wanted to sit Kilian down with a list of kinks and go through them together, watching him squirm and get turned on as they went. He also wanted to watch movies on the couch, wrapped up in each other the way they were right now, and take Kilian out for fancy meals and buy him things. He wanted Kilian to drive him places and for Kilian to ask him random questions. He wanted Kilian, always. “Why?”