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They broke apart, breathing heavily.
“Wow,” said Daniel.
“Wow indeed,” said Mossie, and smiled shyly at him. “Would you like to come back to mine?”
He blinked, taken by surprise by their offer. “I mean, hell yes, but also, are you sure?”
Ossie thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I think so. I’ll do a check in with Rubie, so no turning into a serial killer please, but you’re hot and we have chemistry and…” They paused for a moment. “…and I like you. I don’t think sleeping will be very easy for me tonight without Giraffe, and I think it would be easier after some orgasms. And in your arms. If you’re up for it?”
Daniel chuckled, a deep sound that made butterflies fizz in Mossie’s stomach. “I love how direct you are, Little one. Yes, that sounds like a really good idea. We’ll see what we can do about quieting your head this evening.”
But as they walked back to Mossie’s flat together, their head was anything but quiet. Everything was running at a million miles an hour. It had been ages since they’d taken anyone home, and even longer since they’d done kink with someone—and kink was usually the only way they managed to get their head to be quiet.
Their flat, however, was super quiet when they walked in, just the hum of the fridge-freezer and the boiler breaking the silence.
Mossie felt like talking all of a sudden, releasing the tension, running around, anything but quiet that felt oppressive, and Daniel could tell that something was wrong.
“Talk to me,” he said. “What do you need to feel comfortable? To make your head go quiet?”
“Rope.”
“Where’s your rope then?” he asked. They took his hand, and drew him into their bedroom, shyly fetching two lengths of dark green rope. He took it in his hands, and they watched as he got the measure of it, trying a knot against his own skin, testing the flexibility and the give of the rope. Then he patted a spot on the bed, and they clambered up and turn to face him, legs crossed.
“Right,” he said. “Neither of us have had anything to drink, so we don’t need to worry about that. Do you have a safeword that you use?”
“I usually use traffic lights,” Mossie said. “I can tell you what I mean by them, if you like?”
“Yes please,” said Daniel, “because they often have slightly different meanings in rope.”
That was so true, especially as rope placed across a nerve could cause serious damage, and bloody quickly. “Green is standard: all good, keep going, more please. Yellow means pause and check in with me please; I might just need a breather, or I might need some rope moved slightly. And red is end scene—but again, check in with me. It doesn’t automatically mean that I need to be cut out of rope.” They handed him some safety shears. “What about your safewords?”
“Traffic lights work well for me as well,” he said. “And how would…” He stopped and Mossie was curious to see that he was blushing. “…how would you feel about calling me Daddy during the scene?”
“Just during the scene?” Their smile was cheeky, and he met it with a quirked eyebrow.
“Definitely during the scene, but I feel like I need to earn the title Daddy a bit more; you need to know you can trust me fully before saying you want me to be your Caregiver.”
That made Mossie pause for a moment; they were so used to people all being up for whatever, that having someone look out for them like this, even in such a small way, made them feel safe.
“Okay, that makes sense to me.”
“Now, call Rubie and let her know what’s happening, please. And set a check in time.”
But even as Mossie called their friend and explained the situation, they were hyperaware of the sound of the rope moving between Daniel’s fingers as he prepped it behind them. Damn if this wasn’t the most alive they’d felt in a long time.
Chapter Three
Rope made Mossie’s brain quiet, they hadn’t been exaggerating when they’d said that to Daniel.
It wasn’t even the touch of it—though that was awesome too—it was everything about it, from the sound it made, to the way it made them feel like they were being held together when everything inside them felt like they were breaking apart.
Giraffe had a similar impact on them, made them calm when the world felt too big and hostile and scary, and without Giraffe they’d been panicking about how they were going to find peace before sleep.
Not anymore.
Daniel had asked if they’d like to be tied with their top on or off, and they’d said off immediately, going to strip before he put a hand out and stopped them.
He’d already taken his shoes off, sliding each sock into its corresponding shoe, folding his clothes until he sat in just his boxer briefs on their bed. The rope was slung round his neck, and Mossie wanted to reach out and tug at it, but when they lifted their hand to do just that, he’d looked at them with such amusement that they’d stopped and giggled.
