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“How would that safety impact your kink?” he asked next, taking a deep breath and steeling himself against whatever the answer was going to be. “The free use, I mean.”

Merrick covered his face with his hands, folding his body in half and muttering a string of curses into his lap. Wilder chuckled, brushing his hand over the top of Merrick’s head until he looked up again.

“No D/s so I don’t have to have this conversation twenty times,” Merrick admitted. “My kink isn’t being used by multiple people; it’s being used at all. It could be just one person, and it’s not like…it’s not like I can’t sleep if I don’t fuck four men on a Wednesday or I can’t function if I haven’t gotten off a certain number of times.”

Wilder studied Merrick’s face while he talked, continually captivated by the man. Merrick’s mouth was like a faucet that had two settings, a drip or a firehose. He wasn’t sure what activated which version, but he hoped he’d be around enough to try and find out.

“How does it play out when you’re involved with someone seriously?”

“Never well.” Merrick snorted. “It’s novel at first, to tell someone they can use me for sex whenever they want, but everyone I’ve ever been with gets tired of it eventually.”

“Have you dated dominant men before? Women?”

The embarrassment on Merrick’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and Wilder wondered if Merrick could feel the burn beneath his skin or if it was an experience meant only for Wilder to see.

“Not like you, I don’t think.”

“So you enjoy being used for sex, by one person or more than one person. Tell me more about the scenarios you like to play this out in.”

Wilder had already caught on Merrick might have a little bit of a praise kink. He hadn’t missed the way Merrick’s attention perked when Wilder called him a good boy, a good man.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Merrick said.

“Do you like to be objectified when you’re being used?” Wilder held up one finger for each scenario. “Keep your mouth shut, the only thing you’re good for is this dick. Just like that, Merrick. You’re such a good boy to share this cock with everyone.”

Merrick’s mouth fell open, the sound of his tongue sucking against the roof of his mouth audible. He held up two fingers and nodded slowly.

“Both.”

“Good to know.”

“What are your kinks?” Merrick blurted, lowering his hand to his lap. He fidgeted his fingers. “Can we talk about anything besides me for a minute?”

“Of course.” He made himself comfortable on the couch, hoping that over time Merrick would mirror it. “I have quite a few things I like, if we’re being honest. For one, I did like using you for sex last night, and I very much enjoyed the way you rubbed your face between my legs to make me come. There’s some objectification there, I think. Some worship, that I enjoyed.”

“I just wanted to suck you so badly.” Merrick covered his mouth with his hand, his fingers pressing into his lips.

Wilder filed that admission away for later.

“I also really like rough sex, but it’s hard to find as a bottom who is also dominant.” He smiled, and Merrick smiled back.

“Your profile on the app said domestic discipline,” Merrick said. “And corporal punishment.”

Wilder ignored the influx of pressure between his legs, the way his cock responded at the mere suggestion of it.

“I like spanking. I like bondage. I like telling you to do something and you do it, and if you don’t, you get punished,” he said.

“What kind of things?”

Merrick did a less impressive job at hiding his arousal. He shifted his knees, bulge thickening between his legs. Wilder stared at it, allowed himself to look in a way that Merrick couldn’t ignore. Finally, he licked his lips and looked up. Merrick’s pupils were dark pools and his nostrils flared with every inhale.

“Sometimes it’s easy things like making the bed or washing the dishes. Sometimes it’s telling you that you’re not allowed to jerk off for a whole week or that I want you to jerk off twice a day every day for a week. It…it depends on what we both want. What we both would need.”

“Do you do spanking as a reward too?” Merrick asked, and Wilder heard the words tremble as they were spoken.

“Yes.”

Wilder grabbed his water from the table and took a drink. His mouth was as dry as Merrick’s seemed earlier. He’d had conversations like this many times before, but something about this time felt different to him in a way he couldn’t articulate. Maybe he was in over his head, or maybe he was moving too fast with someone he shouldn’t be. Wilder didn’t know, but he also didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to stop. He simply wanted more.