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Toxic still can't believe this. Like, he could kind of see it, sometimes. Little moments or looks, but like... it's scarier to submit than it is to dominate, and Elliot is no coward, Toxic would fight anyone who said so, but he's... cautious. And there's something kinda wounded about him, sometimes. He hasn't fully opened up about everything that went down with that prick, Astral, but it doesn't take a genius to see that it was bad. So to have him actually ask for this was a fuck of a surprise. A good one, even if Toxic could be content at Elliot's feet for the rest of his life.
"So," Toxic asks, the two of them sitting at Elliot's kitchen table, Toxic halfway down a white Monster and Elliot sipping that gross-ass herbal tea he likes so much, "how are we gonna do this?"
"I was thinking you could tie me up and stay pretty basic, I just need..." Elliot sighs, swirling his nasty, wet-hay tea in his cup for a minute. He looks up again. "Just be gentle, dammit."
And ain't that just a heartbreak and a half? Jesus. "I don't wanna hurt you. I don't think you like that like I do."
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- Part 6 of Blueknife