There was a lot he hadn’t said but I stuck with what he had said. “We could’ve taken that into consideration if it didn’t, but I’m glad it does.”
For a variety of reasons.
“What if it didn’t?” His question seemed more logic-based than personal, so I thought he wanted a very factual-type answer.
“Then we would’ve figured out what kind of touch it liked but getting hard wouldn’t be the goal. We’d have just focused on it like it was intimate skin with a lot of good nerve endings.” Sex was ninety percent mental anyway. “A lot of men can orgasmfrom prostate stimulation without having an erection, so as long as you were open to exploring that, we’d see if you could enjoy it.”
“A lot of straight men online said they enjoyed prostate stimulation.” He said it so calmly I couldn’t decide if he had any reaction to the idea. “I found a group of men online who didn’t like stimulation there at all, but they seemed to be a minority. At least that’s how it looked.”
“I’ve never taken a survey but that lines up with what I’ve seen in my life. I’ve met guys who don’t like anything going near their ass for a variety of reasons, but as long as they don’t mind playing in that part of the body, most men I’ve known like having at least mild prostate stimulation.” Everyone was different, though.
“I’ve never played with mine.” In true logical fashion, he reached behind him and poked his ass. “There didn’t seem to be a reason to.”
“I can understand that. If you were focused on women as a primary dating source you might not have ever thought of exploring that part of your body.” And I wasn’t sure the way he was poking said he knew how to play with it anyway. “What are your first thoughts on the idea of having someone touch your anus?”
His thoughtful sound and little hip wiggle made me wonder what was going through his head, but I knew he’d tell me eventually. He just needed some patience and cuddles, so I kept stroking my hand over his head and back and wished the chair we were in rocked.
“About the same as someone touching my penis or other parts of me?” That seemed to be only half his thought, so I hummed and waited, hoping he’d give me more. “It’s got more functional associations for me, but I’m not embarrassed about having an anus if that was what you were worried about.”
“So a neutral place to start.” We’d already addressed that idea, so I got a pleased sound from him. “We can see what you think of being touched there eventually, but enjoying prostate stimulation is different from anal sex. Small toys or fingers work well for that.”
“That’s good to know.” He did his ass shimmy again, making me think he was still thinking about his. “You really like my butt?”
“Yes.” Full answers. No confusion. “I will always respect your limits but I’m enjoying looking at yours and you make me harder every time you wiggle it.”
“Oh.” I could hear the thoughtful frown in his voice even before he inched back enough for me to see it on his face. “Should I apologize?”
“No. I enjoy being aroused and I’m enjoying your company.” And we were at a BDSM club. “If you weren’t here, I would’ve gone to watch some of the demos and scenes and enjoyed getting aroused that way, but I would’ve probably taken care of it at home.”
We were back to thoughtful processing, so I waited while he turned the idea over in his head. “Are you going to jerk off thinking about this later or are you just going to use the erection and think about something else?”
“Would either of those bother you?” I didn’t think they would but we needed to establish a new limit.
“It’s not my penis, so I don’t think I have any say in this.” His eyes darted down like he was looking at my dick even though he was currently lying on it. “Do I?”
“For me, in some cases you would. For this situation we were talking about, my handling an erection I got because I’m enjoying watching you and being with you is different from a random one, so I want to take your feelings into consideration.” His slow nod really didn’t give me enough to go on, so Ikept going. “If we were discussing me jerking off without any thoughts of you then it would be my own decision to make.”
“That seems fair.” His face scrunched up like his thinking had either started going too fast or had slowed too much. “You’re the Dom, though, so you’re supposed to be in control of penis-based decision-making.”
Did he think that was how it worked or did he want it to work that way?
“Tell me what me being in charge of penis-based decision-making looks like.” If he had thoughts about that I needed to know them. “It can look different for each person, so I want to make sure we’re looking at this the same way.”
I could see his brain whirling behind his eyes, but nothing said it was a bad thing, so I snuggled him closer again and nodded when he rubbed his face against my chest and settled back into position. He might not be getting aroused in the average sense of the word, but he was thoroughly enjoying being held and getting to touch me.
But he’d kept his hand right where I’d put it, barely moving as his fingers explored in a small oval on my chest.
With his brain caught up in thewho controls the penisesdiscussion, I stroked my hand along his arm and gently moved it so his hand ran over my shoulder and around to my neck.
What would he do?
That felt good.
His soft touch was now making lazy strokes along the back of my neck, barely teasing the hair that’d gotten just a bit too long. I wasn’t sure if he realized what he was doing, but his soft, pleased sound said he approved of the shift.
It must’ve been relaxing in some way because he wiggled, trying to get closer and started nuzzling against my chest. “These really are very comfortable.”
Was that just a practical observation or was it more?
