“Oh.” My boy’s eyes widened as he connected the dots but he cocked his head and studied the interesting toy instead of giving a strong reaction. “He’s got a bottom.”
Hmm.
The thoughtful expression he aimed my way was adorable. “He’s too cute to call it something naughtier when we’re just having a discussion.”
I could see that logic.
“They come with girl parts as well if you were curious about that.” I’d just never thought to buy one of those. “I don’t have any, though.”
And now he was studying me like I was a bear with an asshole.
“The internet said some gay men have a problem with bi men. I’m not sure what I am yet, but I don’t need girl parts to make me happy. I like you and I’m pretty sure I’m going to like all your parts too.” He gave a little wiggle to make sure I understood what parts he was talking about. “How do you feel about me having a bear with girl parts? Hypothetically.”
Slightly confused?
“I don’t find girl parts sexually attractive because I’m gay. I’m on the very gay end of the spectrum when it comes to who I’m drawn to. But I’m not scared of them if that’s what you’re asking.” I’d seen gay guys have weird reactions to women, so I wasn’t going to downplay his worries. “I think I’d enjoy the scene the same way I’d enjoy you with a male teddy bear.”
That sounded weird, even for me, and it had Ricky looking down at it and blinking a few times. “How would I do that? Enjoy the bear, I mean.”
I managed not to laugh but his huff said he’d felt my chest jerk. “I’m not laughing at you. It’s a reasonable question but the way you asked it was cute. I also think there’s a bit of relief that you didn’t run off screaming about me being a degenerate.”
“It’s a toy.” He shrugged. “I just don’t know how to play with it because I never even had Barbies and GI Joes to practice relationships with. That’s an important developmental stage but my grandmother didn’t like the idea of me controlling people’s lives.”
She was weird.
“Well, they’re not real either, so we’re not going to worry about thecontrolling people’s livesstuff.” And if he wanted to be a Dom to fake people, who was I to tell him it was weird? “The only people I know firsthand who play with dolls and figurines like that are littles, but it’s not an exclusive thing.”
For God only knew what reason that had him giving me a strange look like he was waiting for me to say something, but I had no idea what was going on in his wonderfully squirrelly brain. After a few seconds he came back to life and nodded, but we had enough on our plate, so I left it alone.
“Okay.” Still nodding, he looked down at the bear’s little butt. “Does he like playing games?”
The bear?
“Yes.” How would we make this work? “It’s magic.”
Yep…that would work.
“If the magic forms them with…parts…then it means they like playing games. If they don’t have parts, they just want cuddles and that kind of attention.” My boy’s immediate nod said he thought it was a reasonable explanation.
“So…what kind of games would he like to play?” He turned the bear right side up again and looked at him in the eyes. “He seems like he’s on the happy end of playtime.”
As opposed to what?
“I think he’d like to bounce.” That was happy, right? “I might have my boy completely restrained or my doll dressed up and looking pretty then he’d ask to bounce on your lap while you had to stay perfectly still.”
“Oh.” My pretty boy’s brows pulled together but he wiggled his hips like he was imagining the situation. “That could be interesting.”
Since it wasn’t a scene he’d ever imagined, I thought that was a reasonable response.
“What could…what could he do?” He traded the polar bear for a brown one with wide eyes and a tighter ass. “He’s trying too hard to look innocent.”
I was supposed to take that seriously, right?
“He might need to be tied up.” I shrugged as he made a thinking sound. “He might need you to top him hard.”
“I’ve never thought about doing that.” Ricky meant topping in general, that was obvious, but it hadn’t sounded like that right off the bat. “Do you think I’d do a good job?”
“Yes, but we could also arrange a scene where you weren’t in control in any way.” I could figure that out. “Topping doesn’t mean in charge.”
