elfhame | Doggone it.

Doggone it.

It's the typical early Friday evening in the office - all the appointments have been seen to, the last of the current walk-ins left fifteen minutes ago, and it's just Anders and his receptionist left at the front.

"As soon as you're done with the paperwork from that one you can go," he says. They're a half-hour away from closing and from what he overheard between her and his intern, she's got a second date planned tonight. He... does not. Somewhat the opposite, really. A microwave lasagna and hanging out with his cat while watching Netflix in his apartment above the office are his exciting plans.

"Are you sure?" Lirene asks, but there's no real intent behind the question. She'd prefer to take off early and he can't blame her. Anders waves her out and she's gone in a few moments, leaving the office feeling large and lonely. There aren't even any boarders tonight.

"Oh well," he says to the empty waiting room before grabbing the broom and starting to clean up. There's work to be done and it's not going to do itself. Unfortunately.

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He actually feels naked now, with Nathaniel praising him like that. Awkwardly he brushes his hair back before chuckling and shaking his head.

"I care what I look like, thank you very much. My jeans are tight on purpose to show off my ass, and I hope you've noted how shiny and soft my hair is. And how good my ass looks. I can give you a refresher if you've forgotten already."

It's not like the animals can help themselves, and most of the people who come to him can't really afford great things. What he can give, he will. It means he cares. It doesn't make him a saint or something. Though if it means he gets more of this particular attention... Anders groans his appreciation, though some parts are doing a little bit more showing than that.

"Too much more of that and Netflix and popcorn might get an added element, I should warn you." He grins and sits up, giving Nathaniel a lazy pat on the rear. "Would you like me to see to you?"

Oh, well. Apparently Anders doesn't get enough attention. Nathaniel smiles and blushes a little when he sees the man stiffening again, now that it's unexpected and he feels he's intruding a bit.

"I love your hair," he says. "I noticed it from when I first saw you. I've always liked long hair on a man, if he can pull it off, and you do so beautifully. Elegantly."

At the question, he looks away briefly. Not uncomfortable, but it's clear he's thinking.

"I like taking care of a partner. There isn't a lack of reciprocity--the gift you give to me in return is allowing me to take care of you. Unless you want to clean me off for some other reason, you don't have to offer."

Now that they're off the tricky subject of what all Anders does and back on the safe one of attraction and sex, he brightens again. It's a softer brightening, though.

"I... I can't say I've ever had a partner really interested in taking care of me before. That would be nice." He reaches over to brush fingers through Nathaniel's hair. "You can play with my hair too if you'd like. I enjoy having it played with. A lot, actually."

Slowly he gets up, stretching as he does so. "Let's head out to the couch and curl up there?"

Nathaniel smiles at the touch, and wipes himself down before reaching for his shirt. Or is that Anders' shirt? They'll sort that out later. He's not going to fully clothe himself, just keep the chill out.

"Of course." Shirt goes over his head. And gets stuck. It's Anders' shirt. Instead of trying to locate his own, with his sex-slowed brain, he unbuttons it and lets it hang. "With your head in my lap, so I can play with your beautiful hair."

He snickers as the shirt gets stuck, almost coming over in time to take advantage of it - how, he's not quite sure - before Nathaniel is free. He looks good in Anders' shirt. He looks even better naked, but Anders isn't about to push. He wants Nathaniel comfortable.

Lightly he rests his hands on Nate's hips and starts backing up, urging the man along with him. The muscles he'd felt up earlier are on clear display and Anders is all the more impressed, letting go only when they've reached the couch and he's moving to grab the remote while Nate sits. After that he's making himself comfy on Nate's lap, shifting his head a little, and glancing up with a small teasing smile on his face.

"What do you feel like? Documentary? Sci-fi? Something else?" ...Laying here naked is a little chilly. "And there's a blanket right behind you, if you wouldn't mind sharing it? I may have forgotten that air is not always warm at night."

Nathaniel grabs the blanket and spreads it out gently over Anders. "Of course, but I retain the right to grab anything I like under this blanket," he teases. "Documentary is fine. If it's interesting, we can discuss it after. If it's boring, we can ignore it while making out instead."

That's quite the confident response and it's entirely a turn-on. He can't remember the last time he was with someone that secure, and he smiles up at Nathaniel.

"Anything you like," he confirms before clicking through to the documentary section. One of them at the top that claims to be a 89% match catches his eye, Kinks Through The Ages, and he clicks that one because why not? There's all sorts of possibilities there.

"Let me know if you need the popcorn and I'll get up and make some," Anders says as he hits play.

Huh. This one is actually interesting. And pretty good, and fair, all the way up until BDSM gets introduced with a clip from Fifty Shades of Grey and Nathaniel can't contain himself. The scoff he gives is loud and invites all sorts of inquiry, as if this just turned him off the documentary altogether and kind of made him mad. Afterward, he realizes that he shouldn't get into this with someone he's still on a first date with, as well as that first date has gone so far.

He can't help the curiosity in his expression at the noise.

"What? I heard the movie was bad, but that almost sounded personal. Did Fifty Shades of Grey slash your car's tires?" The documentary has been interesting, terrifying in some parts and a bit exciting in others, but Nathaniel is somehow far more interesting. Dangerously interesting, in some ways. He presents so many possible complications. He also presents so many possibilities, period, and Anders has never had enough presence of mind to fight against what he feels with what's 'smart.'

Nathaniel takes a breath, then blushes and frets. First date, mentioning to a guy you really like that you sometimes hit people with things and get off on it. He looks down at Anders and twirls a lock of perfect golden hair around one finger.

"Well, from what I understand, BDSM isn't something abusive assholes came up with to trick ignorant people into consenting to being abused by them."

The from what I understand might be a good substitute for what I absolutely know to be true from experience.

His heart skips a beat at that blush, another danger sign that he has no desire to pay attention to.

"I can't say I know all that much about it, but what little I know would agree with that. It's not about abuse, and that's what the movie is, by all accounts." Nathaniel's fingers feel good, playing with his hair, and Anders reaches up to gently play his fingers along the man's excellent chest and abs.

"But," he drawls, "that scoff still sounded personal. Unless I can't read you at all just yet. You've a very good poker face."

"I have a very bad poker face," Nathaniel disagrees gently, smiling. "Or I wouldn't have scoffed." He runs his fingers through golden hair again, and since Anders seems to be making all of this very safe for him, he continues with a sigh.

"It's...a hobby, BDSM. One I've enjoyed, but only with people I've met in fetish clubs for it. It's built on vulnerability and...security. The sub is free to be utterly vulnerable because the Dom provides utter security. Certainty. Where even constraint is freedom."

The words get rolled around in his head. He's played with a few different kinks, particularly electrostim stuff, but never BDSM. It's never been pitched like this before.

"You actually make it sound appealing, freedom and security. Everyone I've heard talk about it went on about collars and cages and the like. I can't say I've any interest in being in a cage, but... freedom while vulnerable is a different matter altogether." Anders swallows, attention completely on Nathaniel. "Which side do you prefer?"

A heavy topic, for a first date. But he's already slept with a Howe and is very interested in sleeping with him again. It can't hurt, talking about this.

Really? He's listening without judgment? He's wanting to hear more? Nathaniel can't let this guy go. His smile broadens.

"Collars and cages, those are things decided by the sub. Whips, chains, anything like that, it's a matter of the sub's preferences because the sub is the vulnerable one and the one most prone to a breach of trust. Personally, I like playing the Dom. I like taking care of people. It's not like that for every Dom, obviously, but it's my preferred method. My favorite part of it all really is the aftercare--after the main event, when you unbind the ropes or the chains and you give the sub a massage with cream to prevent bruising, and cuddle them and make sure they can tell the difference between play and abuse. Even for a Dom it can get a little intense. Aftercare is to remind you both that you're on equal terms."

Anders looks up at the man smiling down at him, the man playing with his hair who seems to have a good heart despite his upbringing. Yesterday he wouldn't have dreamed of considering anything that required trust in a Howe. Now? Nathaniel likes dominating people but mostly taking care of them after and Anders' own cheeks are a little flushed.

"That's a first," he says, trying to keep his voice light. "Most of the time when I set out to recruit someone to participate in my activities I don't get recruited back. But I... You've piqued my interest."

Anders coughs, glancing away momentarily before looking back at Nathaniel. "It doesn't hurt that you've already proven yourself fantastic in bed."

Nathaniel's eyes widen, and he thinks his grin will slide off both sides of his face if it gets any wider. Anders isn't just nonjudgmental--he's open-minded. He leans down to kiss this man's lips because he can't think of a better response.

"I would never recruit. You hear me talk about it because you're curious, and you try it because it sounds sexy to you. Absolutely none of it is a condition of...anything that might happen between us. You don't have to like BDSM to date me. But if I've piqued your interest, we'll have a much longer conversation than this one, and then, if you like, we might try a rather low-key scene. See how you like the basics. Of course everyone is different--humiliation is absolutely a hard no from me, giving or taking--but yes. I like looking after a sub. The only person allowed to hurt them is me, and I am only permitted to hurt them because they have explicitly told me, and told me how much and with what. Everything is relative, really. And in their control, ultimately."

He glides his fingers through Anders' hair. "Any other questions? I suppose we could continue the documentary otherwise, so long as it's understood Fifty Shades is absolute garbage that has little in common with real BDSM."

The words from Nathaniel's lips are as lovely as the kiss.

"It sounds sexy to me," Anders confirms. "I'm rather blind to what all is involved, but I'm, yes. I'm interested in trying it. I've no idea yet if it'll be something I take to. The way you talk about it, though, sounds delicious."

As delicious as the man himself. And he'd almost chased him off when finding out who his father was, Maker, what a mistake that would have been. He reaches over to hit play again on the remote, but his attention is still more focused on the man whose lap he's lying in.

"Fifty Shades is garbage, and I'd like you to show me what real BDSM is like. You're already showing me what the real Nathaniel Howe is like, after all, and I'm finding you a marvelous teacher." He could learn at Nathaniel's hands, and isn't that a delicious thought that's getting way ahead of them. Or maybe it isn't so much at this point.

"I've never been this glad to be wrong before in my life."

Delicious. What a perfectly promising word. Nathaniel thinks now that he will marry this man, forget expectation and forget his family. He has hoped for many years for a man like this. Hopefully, this man proves to be what he believes. Away from his brow he sweeps the last remaining strands that float in front of his beautiful face.

"We'll talk about it at length," he says seriously. "And I promise you it isn't all-or-nothing. If you don't like this, I'd like to try something else. You...you're really special. Please. If it isn't what you like, it really isn't more arousing to me than you are."

His expression softens as Nathaniel brushes his hair away and talks to him as no one has before. Special. With promise in his voice even beyond the talk of sex, and such earnestness in his eyes.

There are so many possible complications to them being together long-term, but suddenly Anders feels like he can take on anything if it keeps this man looking at him and talking to him like this.

"And you are special in return," he says, voice barely louder than the documentary. He comes to a decision as he looks into those beautiful, sincere grey eyes. "Will you stay the night?" There's the shortest of pauses before he continues. "I won't be upset if you turn me down. I know it's a little fast, and I don't want to scare you off with the question, but I would like to wake up to you beside me, Nathaniel."

A surprised smile, and a gentle kiss. "Yes," he says, knowing this man is going to be important to him, even if it doesn't work out romantically. One hand slides under the blanket, across a naked thigh to its inside, then up. There, his nails gently scratch lazy circles, stimulating the skin of Anders' groin. "I would like that very much as well. Thank you for asking."

"Nn," is the response as Nathaniel starts touching him, waking his body back up though it's not far to go. The talk had kept him interested, along with the playing with his hair. Anders reaches up to hold the back of Nathaniel's head so he can return the kiss slowly and lengthily.

When he breaks it, he looks up at Nathaniel again, grin a little wicked. "Would you like your cock sucked too? While I'm down here?"

Nathaniel's ring finger is drawn very, very gently up the length of Anders' cock before circling the slit at the tip. The truth is that he likes seeing a person's face, and doesn't like to look down at his own naked body, so blowjobs haven't been his default mode unless he's giving them.

"If you want to," he says noncommittally, deciding that in any case, he can focus his gaze on that head full of beautiful hair, and splay it over his own thighs.

His breath catches as Nathaniel's finger moves along very sensitive territory, making the whole of his cock tingle but not quite distracting him from how the answer is delivered.

"I prefer things we'd both like. I'd enjoy having you in my mouth, but you don't sound like that does anything in particular for you." The grin softens a little again as he searches Nathaniel's eyes. "What would you enjoy, Nathaniel?"

What a nice man. Nathaniel continues the touches, light and gentle, while he considers.

"Sit up. We'll 69." That way, they can both have what they want.

"Mm." His voice makes it clear he very much approves of that idea as he sits up long enough to let Nathaniel out from under him. Then he's laying back, dropping one leg off the couch as he gestures this fantastic man to come close.

"Let's see how much of that lovely cock I can take, hm? I'll tap your thigh if I need a little more air than I'm getting, but I'd not worry about that; I like taking things in to my limit." He finishes talking with a smirk before opening his mouth in smug offering, hoping to set Nathaniel's heart racing.

Doggone it.

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