"I know that," Orion cuts in. "I just meant— I don't know what I like, so maybe starting with what you like would be smart."
"Me just telling you what I like or want is going to set an expectation in your brain that if you don't like it, you've failed. I'm not going to put you in that position. We will talk things out, plan a scene in its entirety. We'll talk about hard limits, things that you definitely do not want to do. Things that you would like to do and things you are willing to try."
"Do you have any hard limits?" Orion asks. "I think that might be the easiest place to start."
If we were having this conversation two months ago, I would have had a much longer list. I never minded the age play, hanging out with my friends and their Middles or Littles. Hell, I even joined in and helped out from time-to-time. Being a Daddy full time in that aspect was never really my thing.
Not until Austin and that damned weekend at the camp. Having Austin in near breakdown mode, crawling into my lap, and apologizing in that soft voice of his broke something in me. Released something, I should say. I could see myself comforting my own Little, being there in that way to offer comfort like rocking him back and forth, feeling his weight against my chest. Seeing how Austin’s whole demeanor changed the second that door opened and he saw Remington… I'd never been jealous in my life, but I was then. Not because of Austin, but because of that love and trust.
"Garrett?" Orion's voice brings me out of my thoughts and I offer him a half smile.
"Sorry, I got lost there for a second." I run my hands over the steering wheel and think. "I don't do non-con. Consent is absolutely everything to me."
"That's good to know," he says. "What's your stance on revoking the consent mid-way through a scene… or sex?"
"You use your safeword whenever you need to," I say quickly. I turn my head to look at him, locking eyes. I watch him nod once and can see something behind his expression. I don't want to pry, but I need to know. "What happened, Orion?"
"Nothing, really. I was just in a situation where this guy wouldn't take no for an answer when I decided I didn't want to leave with him. Nothing happened, but he got a bit pushy. It's always in the back of my mind now."
I reach a hand over the console and lay it on his wrist. "If you use your safeword, I will stop. No questions. I don't care what we're doing or what we discussed beforehand. I need communication."
"I appreciate it," Orion says.
I glance at the clock on the dash and groan. It's almost four in the morning. I see Orion lift his hand to his mouth, trying to hide a yawn. “We’ll talk more tomorrow… Today. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”
"We can talk while you drive," Orion says.
I know that I said there was no question that he was coming home with me, but I still ask. And still secretly hope he agrees. "Do you want to come to the house?"
"Yes, please. I want your bed again. Your guest bed, I mean."
"My bed is also open," I say as I put the car in reverse. I don't look at him as I back out and he doesn't say anything to that.
"So, hard stops." I smile at his attempt to backtrack the conversation.
"Can I ask you one?" I drive slowly toward the exit of the parking garage, pressing the button to open the door. It's raining again, but being three in the morning, there is no one on this street. It's kind of eerie.
"Go for it," he says. He sounds way more comfortable now, which I'm happy for.
"Are you okay with pet names? Any that you don't like? Baby, sweetheart, that sort of thing?"
He's silent for a moment as I slow down at a red light. I glance over at him. His face is illuminated by the multitude of lights around us. Just because there isn't anyone around, doesn't mean it's ever dark in the city. It accentuates the shadows below his cheek bones and the outline of his nose from where I'm sitting.
"I don't mind them," he finally says just before the light turns green. "I don't really have experience with being called more than my name, so we might have to play some of them by ear. I don't mind nicknames either."
"Sounds good." I settle more into my seat and smile to myself. This is going well, I think.
"You said you don't fuck bare," Orion says out of the blue. I whip my head over to him and my expression must be something comical because the car fills with laughter. "I'm sorry, I probably could have led into that a little more. But my question is, is that always a rule? Or is that just a hookup with a practical stranger rule?"
I'm surprised. I mean, I know everyone is different and I'm not judging him for his past or preferences. It does mean one thing in particular though. "I'm not against it with the right person," I say honestly. "But it takes a lot for me to trust someone like that and we would get tested before any further discussion was had. We would also agree to be exclusive."
"Sounds logical," he says. "I'll just put it out there that I'm a fan of… messy, if you know what I mean."
My cock definitely knows what he means, but I try to ignore it. I nod, licking my lips for something to do. I need to steer this conversation away from sex. At least while I'm driving. "As far as the age regression, do you have any no-go's?"
"I won't know a lot of it until I'm in the moment and figure out what feels right and what doesn't," he says easily. "I know that… Pardon my language for this, but shit is off the table. I can handle those bathroom breaks on my own."
"What about pee? And wetting?"
