Page 34 of Toren

“Are you coming out, or is the sun too mean for your head?”

“I’ll come out.”

Toren knew he would.

They sat down on the narrow hotel balcony, and Toren propped his feet up on Andrew’s bare thigh, crossing them at the ankle. Andrew made a quiet little sound and traced the edge of his thumb over the ball of Toren’s foot. Toren lit his cigarette and winked, puffing the exhale toward the sky.

“Can we talk about tonight?” Andrew asked, teasing his fingers between Toren’s toes.

“What about it?”

“Like, what you’re comfortable with doing there, I think. Mostly.”

“Is this a roundabout way of asking if I’m okay fucking in public?” he asked.

Andrew’s cheeks were still pink. “I think it’s a very direct way.”

Toren found his throat dry and his palms sweaty at the change in conversation, even though he understood the importance of having it in advance.

“You tell me first,” he rasped.

“I would fuck you in public.” Andrew had shifted from teasing Toren’s feet to rubbing them in a way that made Toren groan. “Suck you, stroke you, whatever you were comfortable with. I think it would be hot to do it in the same room as someone else.”

“Like a threesome?”

“No,” Andrew said quickly, but the twitch below his eye made Toren think there might be more to the answer than that. “I mostly meant, like, taking you while someone else is fucking, like being so turned on from watching we can’t wait to get somewhere private.”

“Unintended exhibitionism,” Toren offered, which earned him a laugh and a particularly sharp press of Andrew’s finger into his arch. He grunted, shaking his foot until Andrew let up and moved lower.

“What about you?”

“I think it would be more fun somewhere hidden, like we weren’t trying to be seen.”

“You’re chasing the danger.”

Toren sucked in a lungful of smoke and exhaled it into Andrew’s face. “We all have our vices.”

“So, public sex is on the table,” Andrew summarized, and Toren nodded his agreement. “What about other BDSM things? You said before you didn’t like being told what to do outside of sex. How far do you want to test the theory?”

Toren hadn’t thought much about testing it at all. He knew Donovan was very into all of those things, but none of it had ever really caught Toren’s attention.

“I don’t think I do,” he admitted. “I’ve never wanted to get tied up or spanked or anything like that, and I’ve never wanted to do it to someone else.”

“What about orgasm control? Edging?”

Toren stretched his foot and pressed his toes against Andrew’s hard cock. “You mean dragging it out to the point of misery?”

Andrew lifted his hips, seeking more of Toren’s touch. “I mean dragging yourself to the edge until it’s physically impossible to not fall over.”

“In theory, I’m not against it.”

“From which side?” Andrew asked.

Toren drank some coffee to think on that one, chased the swallow with a drag of his half-smoked cigarette. He did love making Andrew come, but he would never say no to being the subject of Andrew’s persistent attention. The way Andrew wanted him—all of him—made Toren feel treasured in a way he didn’t have words for. It wasn’t a feeling he wanted to explain either. He wanted to drown in it most days.

“Toren?”

“I think I wouldn’t hate it if you did that to me,” he said softly.