“But you can choose at any time to go back to a place where it’s easier to access.”
“But I choose to be where you are.”
“And that’s why it makes me feel so special.”
I pretend to sulk. “I just thought you might like to experience it with me.”
“Do you want to learn to tattoo?”
“I get your point.”
“Just listen,” Tek smirks. “I love being a tattoo artist. I love drawing. I need to be creative. And I love that we both have different things. I want you in the shop, but I also want you to be able to get on your skateboard and fly down a hill if you’re pissed at me. Just like I want to be able to draw some dumb shit like dicks on sharks and not open up one of my sketch books to find something you’ve drawn on one of the pages. I don’t want us to ever compete over anything.”
“That’s not what you said last Friday night when you insisted on armwrestling me because you wanted to top again and I wouldn’t let you.”
Tek cracks up. “I won't apologise for that.”
“I wasn’t asking for an apology.”
“So you don’t blame me for wanting to pound that ass again?”
“Oh, Oppa. I know I’m a prize catch.”
“And I do recall you screaming for more all those times in the beginning when I—”
“Okay, okay,” I laugh, finally breaking. “How about this? From now on, if you’re willing to grovel and beg on your knees for a solid ten minutes beforehand, then you can top me again.”
“Come on. That’s not fair.”
“And why not?” I ask with my best faux innocent tone.
“Because you know when I get submissive all I want is for you to fuck me into next week.”
I raise my hands and shrug. “Beggars can’t be choosers.”
“But that’s literally what you want me to do.”
“Are you getting hard thinking about this?” My eyes drop to Tek’s crotch.
He rearranges himself. “Not all the way, but you—”
“Know how to press my buttons?”
“I’d say you have more of a supernatural ability to find the exact button that needs fingering at any given time.”
“That sounds like something I’d say.”
“I know.” Tek glances at me from the corner of his eye and wiggles his brows.
Leaning forward, I turn down the volume. “How about this? What if, when I think you’ve been a particularly good boy, I’ll wear a plug the next day so you can—”
“Whenever I want!?” Tek’s voice cuts so excited and keen, that he does a little jump in his seat.
“Yes,” I laugh. “Whenever you want.”
“Even at work?”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “How much you’ve changed.”
