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And fuck. That’s probably exactly what Evan was. Quincy’s new toy. Just like cooking or makeup videos. Quincy was probably going to learn every single thing he could about domination… and then turn Evan’s mind inside out. He was probably already plotting a thousand dirty things.

Evan was so, so fucked.

“Do you want this?” Quincy asked him.

Evan whimpered. He should insist that they talk first. He should set boundaries. He should figure out what, exactly, it was that Quincy wanted. He should…

“Yes.” His voice came out small, but inside he was pleading.

“Ohhhh… Yay!” Quincy returned, bouncing a bit on his knees. His overeager puppy look should have been at odds with any thought of D/s. But he was still holding Evan’s hands captive, able to manhandle him without a second thought.

Quincy pulled back the blanket, his broad hand gliding under Evan’s polo shirt. Cool air prickled his chest as Quincy exposed his skin.

Quincy’s eyes darted around, taking in Evan’s scrawny form. “Wow,” he announced again, like a kid getting a new bike for his birthday. “You’re amazing.”

Evan knew he wasn’t. He was at best kind of average. His chest was thin, and his belly was soft, bulging out a bit even when he lay on his back.

But he desperately wanted to believe Quincy’s words. Maybe this time, for once, a man could say that to him and mean it. Say it and stay.

He didn’t have much time for that thought, though, because Quincy was leaning toward him. He was so close that their breath would have mingled, if Quincy had to breathe.

Then Quincy was kissing him, soft lips brushing over his like spring rain.

Quincy pulled back, delighted. “I like kissing.”

Of course he did.

“Your lips are so soft.” He giggled. “They’re snuggly.”

When had Evan ever believed that he wouldn’t volunteer to be Quincy’s experiment?

“Oh!” Quincy exclaimed. “I forgot safewords. Which ones do you use?” Like they’d already agreed that he was going to need them. Maybe in Quincy’s mind they had.

“Uhhh…” Evan couldn’t think. He wished he had something cool. “The traffic light system?”

Quincy’s nose wrinkled. “How about hedgehog to stop and sloth to slow down. You know, because hedgehogs are prickly and sloths are slow?”

Evan had to laugh. Even Quincy’s safewords were perfect. So goddamn perfect for the two of them. Why had Evan ever thought he could go without this? If it was just for a year. A month. A single night…

He’d been deluding himself that he could say no to Quincy. He would take anything he could get.

“Alright,” he agreed. “Hedgehog and sloth.”

“So, all the stuff in the videos. You like that?” Quincy was petting his hair. It was heavenly, contrasted with his pinned arms.

“Um… most of it? I haven’t tried all of it, so I’m not sure about how much pain I can handle or some of the weirder stuff. God, I can’t believe you saw all that.” There were some truly embarrassing kinks in there. Stuff he’d never shared with any of his exes, or even Ben.

“But you like being held down?” Quincy’s other hand landed heavy on his throat, not tight enough to restrict his airflow, but enough to offer a tantalizing threat.

It felt amazing. It felt like being owned.

“And you also like some amount of pain, right?” His fingers tangled in Evan’s hair, tightening like the prick of a thousand needles.

Evan’s heart fluttered in his chest. This was everything he’d ever wanted.

Quincy squeezed his jaw. “Answer me, Evan.”

Fuck. How did Quincy make his voice so deep? And how was he expecting Evan not to come already?