“Yeah. For this weekend, Sunday,” Luis said.
Julien nodded. “Perfect. We’ll get you settled in your new place. You’re back to work Monday, right?”
“Yeah.” He didn’t speak the worries that had been slow creeping on him for the last week. How all of this might be temporary. How even if whatever they were doing continued, he’d see them less not staying in their home, having to work during the week.
Would they go back to just seeing each other on Fridays? Luis hated how much he now hated that idea.
Julien asked him a few particularities on how the move should go until Karim joined them, taking a seat beside Julien.
“Okay, I’m ready,” Karim said.
“Shall I start?” Julien asked.
Karim shrugged, “Probably best.”
“Luis,” Julien turned his attention, and Luis sat up a little straighter. “How familiar are you with BDSM practices and power exchange?”
“Vaguely,” Luis said. His thoughts went back to the video he’d stumbled across a few months ago. To the handful of other videos he’d ever taken a peek at. That he’d let play a little too long on his phone for the sake of curiosity, before the shameful guilt made him clear his browser history.
But he wasn’t about to confess to any of that right now.
Julien nodded. “Karim and I… a lot of what we do revolves around a power exchange, one of us dominates,” he gestured to himself, “the other submits to that,” he gestured at Karim. “That was a little of what happened last night. You were both submitting to me in different ways. How did that feel for you?”
Luis had butterflies at hearing it laid out. “Um. It was good?” He didn’t have much experience with having sex forward conversations, but he forced the words out. Honesty felt important. “Different? I’ve never felt like that before. But it was–it was really nice. Like I felt relaxed? Like I wasn’t worried about anything anymore.”
Julien was watching him intently. He nodded. “And how did you feel about Karim, watching?”
Luis gave this a thought. “I… didn’t mind. Um. It was,” he felt his cheeks blush hot, “good?”
He didn’t miss Karim’s smirk.
“Good,” Julien said encouragingly. “I should’ve talked to you about it beforehand, but sometimes a very light scene can inform better than words can. Is a power exchange something you’d like to continue with going forward? It doesn’t have to be, to be with us, just to be clear.”
Maybe this was a point for Luis to pump the brakes, to do some of his own research before jumping in, but he’d spent a lifetime of over-cautious idling. He was trying to be different now, trying to make his life different.
And what was really being asked here was if he trusted them enough to try this.
He did.
“I would, I think?” Luis said, his face burning. “I don’t really know… about this. But you’d teach me?”
Julien’s lips curled up, but his smile was sharper now. “I will, if it’s what you want.”
Beside him Karim licked his lips. “He’s perfect,” Karim said.
“Hush,” Julien said, laying a hand on Karim’s thigh possessively. Then to Luis, “We’ll start slow, since I doubt you know your boundaries. I can lend you a book that will give you more information, and after that we can go over any limits you know you have.”
“Okay,” Luis said.
“I like to make decisions, and I like to push,” Julien said, “and if you’re enjoying those pushes, that’s good. But what I need you to know, the most important part of this, is that if at any point before, during, or after, you stop enjoying it, you say so. I’m not interested in anything that’s not fun for everyone involved.”
Luis nodded. That sounded easy enough. “I can do that.”
“Good,” Julien said. “Do you have any questions right now? Otherwise, I can go retrieve the book for you. I hear the internet is also quite helpful on this topic as well.”
Yeah, Luis would definitely be doing some internet research after this. Julien’s question had his thoughts circling back to last night, to Karim in the chair.
“So, Karim… listens to you?” He wanted to saysubmits, but felt too awkward to.
