To initiative. Gay sex He didn’t guide. Without asking.””And what do you want in return?” he asked, quiet.”Nothing.”Sean’s brow lifted. “You mean it used to depend. All because I’m talking about letting you lick my hole.”I nodded, unable to look away.Sean tilted his head.”Look at you. “You’re already tethered where it counts.”I moaned into him. I tasted everything—spit, sweat, myself. The moment I crossed the threshold, it felt like I no longer belonged to myself.Sean closed the door behind me with a quiet click, the sound final in a way that made my pulse spike.I stood there awkwardly, still in my jacket, clutching the strap of my bag like a child unsure where to put his shoes. To privacy. He said nothing at first. He simply watched me—naked, slightly cold from the air, caged. The air felt heavier in this posture. I was sweating now, though the room was cool.”Control. He just stood in front of me, gaze level, hands in his pockets like he was debating whether I was worth the next step.Then:”On your hands and knees.”I obeyed immediately. You’ll lap up anything I give you, won’t you?”I nodded into him, groaning, my tongue working more eagerly now, fueled by the humiliation.”That’s right.
