Brow wrinkling in surprised curiosity, Tony arches an eyebrow, wonder what Justin was expecting and how off the wall it was. Either his reputation is worse than he originally thought, if after all this time Justin still assumes that there’s another side to him that’s yet to make an appearance, or Justin’s self-confidence is even more bruised than Tony sometimes thinks that it is. No matter which it happens to be, he still wants to do something about it.
“No?” he asks, without censure. “What were you expecting? Something illegal or something kinky?”
Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with sex at all, but those are his first two guesses. “Like, I’ve got a pleather fetish or I like being beaten? I don’t. To either. I mean, if you want to wear it, or you want me to wear it, okay. It’s hot and feels a little gross against skin, but I’m willing. And if you’d really get off on beating me, I guess we could work something out.”
He really hopes that isn’t the case, though. He doesn’t get off on receiving pain any more than he gets off on giving it. The whole thing kind of makes him feel a little sick, truth be told, but if it’s something that he needs to try again, well, Tony is always willing to try.
“I know it might seem like I’ve done everything, and honestly, I’ve probably come really close, thanks to a lot of booze and bad decisions.” This is a level of frank honesty that doesn’t come around every day. Not without concentrated prompting. He shrugs, offering a tiny, rueful smile. “But trying it doesn’t mean that I liked it, or that it was even my idea in the first place. So I’m, I don’t know, sorry, I guess, that I’m not as actively kinky as it might have seemed like I am.”
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“No?” he asks, without censure. “What were you expecting? Something illegal or something kinky?”
Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with sex at all, but those are his first two guesses. “Like, I’ve got a pleather fetish or I like being beaten? I don’t. To either. I mean, if you want to wear it, or you want me to wear it, okay. It’s hot and feels a little gross against skin, but I’m willing. And if you’d really get off on beating me, I guess we could work something out.”
He really hopes that isn’t the case, though. He doesn’t get off on receiving pain any more than he gets off on giving it. The whole thing kind of makes him feel a little sick, truth be told, but if it’s something that he needs to try again, well, Tony is always willing to try.
“I know it might seem like I’ve done everything, and honestly, I’ve probably come really close, thanks to a lot of booze and bad decisions.” This is a level of frank honesty that doesn’t come around every day. Not without concentrated prompting. He shrugs, offering a tiny, rueful smile. “But trying it doesn’t mean that I liked it, or that it was even my idea in the first place. So I’m, I don’t know, sorry, I guess, that I’m not as actively kinky as it might have seemed like I am.”