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Carter forces his smile to stay in place, not wanting to lose the happiness of the moment. “I promise to tell you if it’s ever the bad kind of uncomfortable, sir.”
“Good. Now, I thought this would be the perfect time for us to talk about what we want and need from this thing between us. Then, after we’re done eating, we’ll get down to the fun stuff.”
"I'd like that, sir."
"Good." Sir smiles at him, then grabs a slice of pizza and begins to cut it. Carter opens his mouth to tell him that’s ridiculous - who the hell cuts a pizza? - but then he realizes he’s cutting it so he can feed bites to Carter, and Carter feels way too warm and fuzzy after that to say anything. “Can you try to explain to me what you were getting at earlier, about wanting this to be more than just something we do in the bedroom?”
“Like… I want there to be times where we’re equals and just together. But I also want to be able to shift into you being sir when I feel like having you be that for me? Like… when I need it? Or when you need it too? I don’t want it to just be something we plan to do once a week or something structured like that. And I know I’m going to want you to be sir more than just for sex. I like the calm that it brings me. I like when you take care of me. I want to, like, warm your cock again. And… stuff.” Carter frowns. "Does that make any sense?"
"It absolutely does, yes. And it also sounds like the perfect arrangement."
Carter perks up at that, meeting sir’s eyes. "Really?"
"Absolutely. How would you feel about us using that title - sir - as a way to indicate to each other that we want to slide into that relationship?"
"Like, if we're hanging out and I want to be more submissive or whatever, I can call you sir and then you'll step in and take over?"
He grins. "Exactly. And if I need it, I'll call myself sir to you and then you know to step down and let me take over."
"I like that. Yeah." Carter nods, grinning too. "Yeah, that'll work."
"And we can always say no to each other if we need to, using safe words. If one of us uses sir and the other feels uncomfortable, we can respond with yellow and then we can discuss things. Otherwise, no discussion needed. We can just slide into those roles, I would think."
Carter can't help the dreamy sort of sigh that falls from his lips. "This feels too good to be true."
Sir winks at him. "Keep that in mind the next time I'm turning your ass red, not because you were naughty, but because sir just needs his boy to hurt for him."
"Fuck," Carter whispers, his face going hot and his cock hardening quickly enough to hurt. He squeezes it, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure.
Sir smirks. "Sound nice?"
"No."
Sir arches a brow at him. Carter ducks his head, wanting to hide, but the man grips his chin hard and forces eye contact. It makes Carter feel impossibly small in the sexiest fucking way. "Try that again."
Carter swallows hard. "Y-yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
The grin sir flashes him then is fucking dangerous. "Good boy. Now, don't touch your cock. In fact, hands behind your back. And open up. I've got another bite for you."
Carter does as he's told, moaning. Thankfully a bite of pizza is placed on his tongue at the same time, so it looks like he's moaning at the delicious taste. Though, if sir’s smirk is anything to go by, the asshole knows it has nothing to do with the pizza.
Thankfully, the teasing pauses as they eat some more and go through a few limits and basic questions sir has about his desires for boundaries and aftercare. They make a few rules – simple things like when to kneel, eye contact, and no hesitating when sir gives him an order. Sir seems determined not to rush things and to take very good care of him, which is sweet, but it feels like Carter has been fighting this forever. He's ready to be all in. He has a feeling he'll have to prove that through action instead of words though. It might take a while, but he's determined to do it.
When there's a lull in conversation, Carter can't help but voice a certain worry he's been trying to ignore most of the night. "Sir?"
Sir turns to give him his full attention, making him feel all warm and fuzzy. "Yeah, sweetheart?"
"I'm - well, I'm sorry if the date was bad tonight. Going to the art gallery, I mean. I - I thought you'd like it, but you didn't seem… all that excited."
"It was very thoughtful. And I didn't mind it. I just enjoy making my own art much more than looking at other people's. There's something about the process that I really like. It's therapeutic for me."
"So, I should've just gotten your sketching stuff tonight and let you draw me or something?"
It's a joke, but the way sir’s eyes flash has him a little worried. "There's a thought.”
