Trying Something New
Jun. 17th, 2017 07:08 pmSomething wasn't quite working. Billy couldn't put his finger on it. Sure, he and Agent Draper were doing things they shouldn't. Fraternizing was generally frowned on. Doubly so when superiors weren't informed. Triply so when it was two men. Billy didn't much care about that stuff, but he had this nagging feeling that he wasn't satisfying something for Michael. He found himself analyzing it every time they had one of their little trysts. Slowly, it dawned on him.
Billy had never been the most dominant person. He could certainly take command, but when it came to things like corporal punishment, choking, verbal abuse, it did not come to him naturally. He'd nudged at his own limits if it, just for Michael, and found things felt more right even of he was stepping out of his comfort zone. So he came up with a plan. In a few days, he would be going off on a mission that would keep them apart, but they still had a little time. And perhaps he'd leave Michael satisfied in a different way, and less so in other ways--intentionally.
They were getting settled into one of the hotel rooms that played host to these evenings--something where their superiors (or in Michael's case, parents) could not find them. Billy had made sure of that. He pulled a small, plain box out of his luggage.
"I was thinking...perhaps we should try something a wee bit different tonight..." he drawled slyly, leaning a bit on his accent.
Billy had never been the most dominant person. He could certainly take command, but when it came to things like corporal punishment, choking, verbal abuse, it did not come to him naturally. He'd nudged at his own limits if it, just for Michael, and found things felt more right even of he was stepping out of his comfort zone. So he came up with a plan. In a few days, he would be going off on a mission that would keep them apart, but they still had a little time. And perhaps he'd leave Michael satisfied in a different way, and less so in other ways--intentionally.
They were getting settled into one of the hotel rooms that played host to these evenings--something where their superiors (or in Michael's case, parents) could not find them. Billy had made sure of that. He pulled a small, plain box out of his luggage.
"I was thinking...perhaps we should try something a wee bit different tonight..." he drawled slyly, leaning a bit on his accent.