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Blake rolled his eyes at Ross response, but nodded just the same. âAlright, point taken. I just know itâsâŚUnorthodox. I donât want to make you uncomfortable, or take too much from you.â Clearing his throat, Blake added, âGood boy.â He gave his hands willingly and happily, Feeling the man holding him that way gave him something to help his nerves, and he relaxed a little more. âGood. Thank you, Iâm not very good at this. Iâm okay with that. I donât understand it. I donât understand why I need it, or why my mark changed. It feels weird. Like Iâm doing something I shouldnât. Like Iâll get caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But at the same time, I like it. It makes me feel better. It makes me feelâŚThings.â Blake shoot his head. âI know youâre going to ask what things. I think you will, if I know you at all. Itâs embarrassing. But it makes me feel like I want more. Like I couldâŚGive you an order, or fuck you, even. But that feelsâŚHard at the same time, too.â
As Blake spoke, Ross nodded to show that he understood. But he was still on his knees, so it was unspoken but clear that he didnât care even if it was unorthodox. He didnât care what anyone else thought, he had meant it when he had offered before. When he was praised, he sat up a little straighter, tipping his chin up as if Blake were the sun and those words were its warmth. He wanted the other man to feel confident in what he was doing, so he made sure he had a happy expression too. And he meant it, he was happy and comfortable. âYouâre just fine, donât worry about that, Sir. I know this is new, but that doesnât mean youâre bad. Iâm comfortable, silly. Look at me, if you wonder just look at me. Youâll see.â He let that sink in. âWhat do you want to do? Do you want to give me an order? Fuck me? I would let you, without hesitation. Happily and comfortably. At your pace, however you wanted. Iâm here, itâs me. You know me. Think about that. Think about who it is in front of you. Itâs okay, I promise you can relax.â













