#sub dom dynamics

Now, you're browsing the bewildering array of dildos. You’ve both been eyeing a pretty purple one, thick and veiny with a subtle shimmer, but you agree that you should probably start with something a little less… intimidating.

The guy running the store has been watching you since you came in. Not in a creepy way, in a ‘just in case you needed any help’ kind of a way. Now, he’s standing at the end of the aisle, and when he speaks it’s in a deep, rumbling baritone that says,

“Can I… help you two with anything..?”

You turn to look at him properly for the first time, and you can't help but notice how striking he is. He's tall, with wavy dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, and skintight black jeans and a heavy belt buckle doing all kinds of good things for his physique. A ripped black muscle shirt exposes too many tattoos for you to even begin to explore without staring, and the whole look is finished off with heavy, unlaced black combat boots, well-worn but polished to a lustrous shine. But by far the most startling element is the pair of eyes staring at you, so big and dark you feel like they’re boring into your very soul. The question tumbles from plump, pink lips, and it flusters you, given the setting. Steve, however, is completely unfazed, and replies with a cheery,

“Eddie, hey! How’s it going, man?”

“Steve? I thought that was you. I’m good, dude, really good. How the devil are you?”

The boys give each other a bro handshake and loud backslaps, and Steve explains that he and Eddie went to high school at around the same time, though they mostly ran in different circles. He introduces you, and you take Eddie’s proffered hand, feeling his warm palm slide pleasantly against yours as his large fingers wrap easily around your hand, and finding yourself entirely believing him when he responds,

“It's an absolute and genuine pleasure to meet you, darlin’.”

Steve fills Eddie in on what he's doing work-wise, Eddie nodding knowledgeably as he mentions a few of his dad’s business ventures, before Steve concludes, gesturing at the shop,

“So, looks like you really landed on your feet here, huh?”

Eddie chuckles quietly, and it's a delightful sound. He nods slowly and looks around before admitting,

“Yep, sure did! This place suits me down to the ground. I plan campaigns when the place is quiet, I have enough time off to still be able to practice with the guys, and I'm even Assistant Manager now. People come in for all kinds of things, products obviously, but also advice, signposting to other resources, sometimes just for a chat. I just wish there'd been somewhere like this around when we were coming up, y'know?”

For the first time you notice the posters and fliers decorating the shop counter in various colour combinations, leaflets for different clinics and club nights, and a little sign pointing towards the back of the store. There’s comfortable chairs set out in a secluded corner, with posters advertising social events and various informative workshops. It turns out this isn't just a shop, it's an entire sexual wellness centre. You're impressed.

Eddie’s eyes drift down to your basket and he spots the strap and bottle of fruit-scented lube already in there. He asks, again using that deep, velvety voice,

“Are you guys here for anything specific? Or just browsing?”

Your voice surprises you by sticking in your throat, and you have to cough slightly before you reply,

“Kinda both, actually.”

There’s a subtle glint in Eddie’s eyes, something you can't quite place, as he murmurs,

“Well, I’ve tried out most of the things in the store. For, y’know, product knowledge and customer service purposes.”

He smirks slightly before continuing, and you can't help notice an extremely cute dimple threatening to appear in one of his cheeks.

“Actually, if you're shopping for what I think you might be, you may also wanna check out the end of this aisle, it's our new range of grinders.”

He points to a display further down of what look a bit like silicone tortoise shells. You’ve heard about these - they fit over the flared end of a dildo inside a strap, and Eddie confirms your suspicions by adding,

“Ribbed, for her pleasure, if you know what I mean… Anyway, if you guys need me for anything you just lemme know, ‘kay?”

The potential implications of that statement clatter through your mind, but Steve brings you back to the present by gripping your hand and responding,

“Sure thing dude. You'll be the first person we come to.”

Your brain manages to formulate some kind of reply and you bumble out,

“Thanks, Eddie. I-it was nice to meet you.”

Eddie grins at your responses, wide and unabashed, that gorgeous dimple appearing fully at the same time as a flutter appears in your stomach, which only gains momentum as he replies,

“You too, sweetheart. Good to see you, Harrington.”

You don’t miss either the effect of the pet name or how Eddie’s eyes rove over the both of you as he backs up before turning out of the aisle. But you can’t really talk, you’ve been checking him out since he started speaking. Steve spots the direction of your gaze, which is flitting between the slope of his neck, his broad shoulders and his ass, and observes you as you watch Eddie walk away. With a wry smile, he asks,

“See something you like, baby?”

Cheeks heating, you turn your attention back to what you came here for, working your hand into Steve’s tight back pocket and squeezing as he continues,

“It’s okay, Eddie’s a good looking dude. Honestly? If I ever was gonna experiment, he'd be my first choice. He’s totally bi, by the way. Has been since school, was one of the first people to come out. Brave guy.”

Steve’s brazen honesty surprises but also delights you. It's most definitely a day for all sorts of discovery.

You and Steve browse some more before settling on a modestly-sized black silicone model with a lightly spiralled surface texture and a secure, flared base. Thanks to Eddie’s suggestion, and Steve’s insistence that this should be as enjoyable as possible for you too, you pick out a pretty marbled pink grinder with a pleasant texture and add it to your stash.

Eddie rings up your purchases with a smile on his face, giving you a knowing look as he gets to the bumper. He's doing that thing again, roving his gaze over the pair of you, quite obviously checking out his old friend, your boyfriend, in his light wash jeans and that damned polo that's at least a size too small. He drops his contact card and a couple of shop fliers into one of your bags, and his eyes lock with yours as he comments,

“Customer feedback is always welcome, you know. I'd just love to know how you guys get on with all of these.”

You can feel your cheeks heating, but for some reason it's not in a bashful or self-conscious way. In fact, you find you're relishing it, and notice that subtle flutter from earlier is beginning to merge with a warmth elsewhere.

You and Steve grab each other's hands and share excited smiles as you pick up your bags, and Eddie sends you off with a smile, a wave and a cheeky,

“Have a good afternoon, you two!”

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“Sweetheart?”, you call from the kitchen. He turns his head and walks slowly. When you see his face you know exactly what’s happening. “Bad day at the office?”, you ask in you softest voice and loving smile on your lips. Andy nods and comes to hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Oh, baby, that bad?”, he whimpers again, unable to articulate a word. “I’m here, Andy. Sorry you woke up alone, I tried to wake you up to tell you I was going to the doctor with our baby, but you were sound asleep and with this trial…I know you need all the sleep you can get.” He kisses your neck, a silent answer to tell you it’s okay, he’s not mad at you…and firm press of his lips to tell you he needs you.

“What do you need, mon chéri?”, he whines, being a complete goner when you start to speak to him in French. You smile and rubs his arms, the muscles flexing at your touched. “Mon chéri is touched starved, isn’t he? It’s been a few days; we didn’t have time to just lay together and cuddle.”

“A week”, he mumbles onto your skin. His beard brushes your skin, making you having goosebumps.

“I know, and I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck again, longer with a certain tenderness, a silent way to tell you…you don’t have to be sorry. “What do you want, mon chéri?”, he holds you tighter, his hands roaming your body, until they cup your breasts, you full and heavy breast. “Does mon chéri want some milk?”. Andy whimpers, a soft one, a quiet one, the one that says, yes, please.

You lead him to your bedroom, you let him take off your shirt and he growls softly at the sight, your breast full and some of it licking. “Yes, I pump already and he’s asleep…need you mon chéri.” He moans and lays you on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable. When he knows your good and takes off his work clothes, letting only his boxers and he lays on you, nuzzling your nipples with his nose and beard. “Oh, Andy, I miss you”, you murmur stroking his hair and passing your other hand in his beard. He closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you guide him to your nipple, he takes it in his mouth and sucks gently, moaning when the first drop lands on his tongue.

He holds you close, and you stroke his upper body and smile when you see him hard. “mon chéri needs me to take care of that too? Help you relax fully?”, he blushes and nods. You cup him above his boxers, and he bucks his hip. Tonight, you won’t tease him.

When he takes your other nipple into his mouth you start to jerk him off slowly and softly, the feather touch making him shivers.

He cums into your hand when the last drop of milk hits his palate. His eyes are still closed and he burries his face between your boobs. “Wanna nap, mon chéri?”, he plants a soft kiss on your skin, a silent, yes please. You smile and stroke his hair again, still holding his cock and your husband drift off to sleep.