Oh, gods. The soft flush turning Caleb's pale skin pink deepens, and he feels a stab of heat in his gut. The way his lips part with a sharp inhale and his eyes widen by a fraction has to give him away. But what could he possibly want more than to be Yussa's sweet boy and beg for the privilege? Yussa's fingertips rake lightly through his beard, and he swallows hard.
"Ja," he agrees, a breathy husk to his voice that wasn't there before. His gaze can't seem to leave Yussa's face. "I can do that."
He wants to ask (beg, even) to kiss Yussa right now, but that would cut this conversation rather short. Which might not be such a bad thing, except that Yussa has asked him to be clear.
"I--I want to give you pleasure, primarily, even if it excludes my own. I want to earn your approval, and whatever you may see fit to reward me with should I do well. I enjoy praise, but only if it is deserved. I like to be told what to do. But I do not enjoy, um...when the goalposts shift midway, so to speak, or being set up to fail. I do not like being tied down to things, and I cannot do leather restraints at all, but other kinds are okay with pre-negotiation. I do like a little pain--pulling my hair, biting, scratching, slapping. I would probably enjoy more intense pain as well, on a case-by-case basis. Punishment is good, as long as I am allowed to make up for whatever displeased you. Teasing is welcome, and I like to be told what I am good for. You can be mean, but not, ah...cruel, if that makes sense?"
Red-faced, Caleb lays out his own desires and limits as well as he knows how to. There is probably more, but he feels like he has spoken so much already.
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"Ja," he agrees, a breathy husk to his voice that wasn't there before. His gaze can't seem to leave Yussa's face. "I can do that."
He wants to ask (beg, even) to kiss Yussa right now, but that would cut this conversation rather short. Which might not be such a bad thing, except that Yussa has asked him to be clear.
"I--I want to give you pleasure, primarily, even if it excludes my own. I want to earn your approval, and whatever you may see fit to reward me with should I do well. I enjoy praise, but only if it is deserved. I like to be told what to do. But I do not enjoy, um...when the goalposts shift midway, so to speak, or being set up to fail. I do not like being tied down to things, and I cannot do leather restraints at all, but other kinds are okay with pre-negotiation. I do like a little pain--pulling my hair, biting, scratching, slapping. I would probably enjoy more intense pain as well, on a case-by-case basis. Punishment is good, as long as I am allowed to make up for whatever displeased you. Teasing is welcome, and I like to be told what I am good for. You can be mean, but not, ah...cruel, if that makes sense?"
Red-faced, Caleb lays out his own desires and limits as well as he knows how to. There is probably more, but he feels like he has spoken so much already.