“Did I really wear gloves the first time we had sex for no reason?” he asked, leaning back on the sofa and shaking his head.
“I’ve grown to like it,” Dylan assured him. He licked his lips, a considering expression on his face. “Or it might be a Pavlovian response because I now associate you wearing gloves and having sex.”
Ryker huffed out a laugh. Then, with the mood a little lighter, he pulled Dylan off the coffee table and nudged him into place between him and August. He draped his arm over the back of the couch and faced his little mate.
“So, DylanLandry.” He grinned, turning on the charm. “Tell me, what do you like, if not leather gloves?”
The question was intended to lighten the mood, but it was also serious. It was clear that the three of them needed to have a serious discussion about kinks, limits and what they liked in the bedroom, and he might as well get that conversation started now.
If they waited until later, things might get awkward and the conversation would never get off the ground.
“I like you guys,” Dylan said, blushing beet red. “How you look, I mean. I like how big and muscular you are, and how you squeeze and manhandle me.”
“Like when I let you worship my body?” Ryker asked, making Dylan’s blush turn crimson.
“Yes. Like that.”
“What else?” August asked. He was still upset to learn that he’d bamboozled Dylan into having sex with him the first time they met – Ryker knew him well enough to know that it would take him a long time to get over that – but he was making an effort to make Dylan feel comfortable and welcome in their relationship.
“I guess I might have a thing for you guys in leather?” Dylan couldn’t face either of them as he spoke the words, and his face looked like it was going to explode, it was so red.
“Yeah?” August prompted, stroking Dylan’s cheek. “Which outfits? Be specific.”
Dylan put his hands over his face, like this was all too much for him, but Ryker was pretty sure he was having fun.
“Come on, tell us,” Ryker instructed.
“The biker suit,” Dylan said, still hiding his face. “And the pants August wore on our first date.”
August preened. He’d worn those specifically because he’d thought Dylan would like them, and it turned out he’d gotten lucky.
“Tell us something you want to try that we haven’t done yet,” Ryker instructed, deciding that he’d add a few leather pieces to his own wardrobe in the future.
“Like what?” Dylan asked. He lowered his hands and looked at them.
“Anything,” Ryker said.
Dylan thought it over.
“Maybe sounding?” he said, throwing Ryker for the biggest loop. He furrowed his brow, wondering if he’d heard Dylan correctly.
“Excuse me?”
Dylan swallowed. “You know, that thing where you put a steel rod down your urethra. I saw a video one time where they did that, and it looked interesting.”
If Ryker hadn’t already claimed Dylan, he would have bitten him right there. It wasn’t quite asking to be punched in the balls – which he was pretty sure Dylan would never want – but it was a close second.
“I would love to help you explore sounding,” Ryker promised.
August let out a little snort, but Ryker ignored him.
“What about roleplay?” August asked. “Any scenarios you’ve always wanted to act out with a couple of werewolves?”
Dylan shrugged, clasping his hands over his lap and blushing. “Maybe…” he hedged.
“What?” August asked.
“The gym thing sounded hot,” Dylan said, looking at his lap like it pained him to vocalize his desires. It was okay. Ryker and August would train him out of that type of discomfort in no time.
