Xavier Popti

Dallas nodded, nuzzling the other’s jaw in an almost loving way. His lips moved against Xavier’s skin for a few moments, before he pulled away, tossing down a few bills to pay for their meal plus a tip. His string worn fingers twined with Xavier’s and pulled him away, leading him down the street with a gentle hand. He was smiling like the cat that got the canary, and maybe he was, he hadn’t had someone he trusted to be a sub like this in so many years. It felt good to have that part of his life fulfilled again for more than just one night bursts. 

The Beta led him into the Knot, taking great pleasure in using his company discount to pick out fun little things. Though he paused at the collars, letting go of Xavier’s hand to let him continue exploring. This was always a difficult decision, wanting to give his sub something perfect. Stan’s had been black and red, fetching and leather. Nice. He didn’t want something like that for Xavier, he wanted something that was just for the other man. 

His fingers reached out and grasped a simple practical one for play time, more about sturdiness then beauty. Then Dallas went to look at another that caught his eye. It was a deep rich brown leather with a brass ring in the front. He touched it and nodded slightly. This was it…

Dallas yanked the tag off so he could pay for it at the counter, jogging lightly up to Xavier and leaning up to kiss him deeply as he slid the soft leather around his neck. It fit perfect and as the Beta pulled away he purred. 

“You look gorgeous…” His voice soft with affection. 

It had been a fun afternoon, having Dallas tailor his suit pants, eating a scrumptious lunch and just watching him pick out the perfect collar for everyday use. It was something that had been fun and it would be a great reminder as to what was to come later. It was the anticipation that was going to kill him in the end.

Smiling softly as he watched Dallas, he had to approve of the collar Dallas had chosen for him. The leather looked like it was butter soft and as Dallas softly ravaged his mouth while he placed the collar around his throat. The leather was just as soft as he had figured and Dallas’s mouth tasted divine. As the Beta pulled away and gave him that wonderful compliment, Xavier couldn’t help but to smile.

Conrad was enjoying Xavier more and more with each passing moment, particularly with regard to how much the other Alpha seemed to enjoy the game and the chase. Conrad was more than willing to play. What fun was it just skipping to the end anyway? No, he wanted this to last. He wanted to enjoy every second of pleasure he could have with Xavier, whether it was in a carnal sense, or just in sharing company.

As Xavier left his spot on the sofa and began towards the stairs, Conrad watched with an attentive eye and a pleased smile. His little show of slowly stripping his clothes was more than enough to entice Conrad from the sofa to follow after, but he kept his clothes on, focusing more on his pursuit. He slid his fingertips over the fabric as he passed, but left the articles scattered throughout his home where Xavier placed them, liking the idea of getting to watch him walk around nude in order to fetch them later.

By the time he reached his bedroom, Conrad had only just begun to unbutton the very top of his shirt. He had followed Xavier’s trail of clothing, humming teasing words as he chased along, until he arrived at his bedroom door. Judging from the clothes he had passed on the way, he had a good idea of what to expect, but that didn’t make him any less excited.

“No where else to run…” He called teasingly as he swung the bedroom door open.

This was just so much fun...

Xavier had always thought he would’ve made a much better Omega than Alpha. He loved the thought of being pursued and having someone willing to follow after him. The fact that Conrad was doing that now had made him all that much harder in anticipation.

He’d left each article of clothing like metaphorical bread crumbs for the other Alpha to follow, with him being the prize at the end. And he’d arranged himself on the bed like that was exactly what he was. Laying on his side, his head propped up by one hand as he lazily stroked himself with the other, he let out a soft moan at the sight of the clothed male before him. He’d always been a fan of being the naked one if he engaged in partially clothed sex, but he couldn’t wait to see what Conrad was hiding under there.

“I hope you understand that there was very little chance of you not modelling it the second we got through the door…” Dallas loved the feeling of this little secret power play, it was his favorite part of having a sub before hand, the undercurrent thrill that had colored every interaction. Of course his last sub had been a 24/7 affair since they were living together and had been dating for years before it started, and of course it wouldn’t be practical or wise to jump into that with Xavier there was still the same rush as they spoke now. It was exciting to know that when he wanted this man would bend himself to his well and love every second of doing it. 

“Two collars, and a necklace for work or social events a collar wouldn’t be appropriate for.” The Beta’s hand found the curve of the other man’s thigh as he finished his own meal, fingers massaging the firm muscle with a gentle rubbing motion. 

Dallas’ lips found the Alpha’s ear, nibbling and suckling very softly on the lobe before finally whispering. “Finish up, darling, I’m very eager to be out of here.” 

There was a small little smile on Xavier’s face as he thought about being dressed in nothing but a collar, waiting for whatever Dallas would do to him next. It was a slightly intoxicating thought. One he couldn’t wait to act out.

The honest admission made the Beta laugh, the sound a little louder in the small space than he intended but it was warm with what sounded like real affection. “You’re going to be a spoiled thing I can tell already…but that’s alright, I don’t mind spoiling you a little bit when you deserve it.” He shook his head lightly and lifted up another bit. “And I like spoiling when I’m not in a scene, just as much as I like being spoiled.” He set the fork down on Xavier’s plate and tucked himself close to the other’s side as he started working on feeding himself. 

Dallas smiled around his fork after a moment and glanced up at the Alpha, eyes playful. “You should come to the knot with me after lunch, I’m curious to see what collar you’ll pick out for yourself.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the other’s jaw, enjoying the feeling of stubble there. Built for subbing or not Xavier had that Alpha physique that made him tremble inside and he had to remind himself that he was in a public space. “You look so well put together you know…the whole world probably would think I bend to you the second we’re alone…” 

“God I love how wrong they are…” 

Taking the offered bites, he couldn’t help but to smile. He’d enjoy the pampering and the spoiling, but at the same time he’d enjoy doing the same to Dallas. He was a man who liked nice things—and had worked very hard to earn them—so why shouldn’t he reap the rewards and pass them along to those he felt were worthy.

Wrapping an arm around the Beta and keeping him close, he stabbed a bit of potato for himself and made a humming noise as Dallas suggested a trip to the Knot. “I’d like that actually. Maybe even get two. One for every day wear when I’m not at work and one for play.” He then smiled down at Dallas. “But of course it would be your decision.”

Dallas lifted a hand up to cup Xavier’s cheek, sliding a hand over the other’s bottom lip. They probably were attracting stares right now, but the Beta could care less about the other patrons staring. He was caught up in this moment, and he smiled gently at the other man. “I’ll have to head to the knot and find you a collar then…something nice to wear while we play. And…well I already have a necklace set picked out for this so I’ll give it to you after…” He leaned in for another few kisses, sliding his mouth against tht other man’s gently until the sound of the waiter clearing their throat made the Beta pulled away. 

The brunette made his order, seeming completely unapologetic for their current behavior. Once the food arrived however, Dallas took great pleasure in sliding over Xavier’s silverware, taking the fork out and feeding him himself, his free hand stroking up and down his thigh playfully. 

“Remember that I’m not going to tie you down to just me, but no other Masters. When we’re out in public like this or not in a scene you can call me by name but in a scene…you call me Master or Your Highness, understand my sweet boy?” 

Xavier felt like he’d gotten lost in their own little world, ignoring everything that had been going on around them until the waiter clearing his throat behind them brought him out of his little trance. Looking completely unapologetic, he took the dishes offered to the both of them and set them on the table, making a mental reminder to tip well later.

Being fed was a novel thing, especially with Dallas running his fingers along his thigh. He didn’t expect to be getting pleasure out of it. As the tingles ran down his spine, he watched as Dallas ate his won food and was mesmerized by the sight. It was like a whole new world had been opened up to him and he was more than ready to explore it with Dallas.

During a normal meet and greet for a possible sub and dom relationship he would never have permitted that kind of indescretion. It was supposed to be free of physical interaction so they could focus on the important things about this kind of joining of people, but that kiss…oh god that kiss. It was soft and gentle, slowly building into a heated meeting of teeth and tongue and lip that had the Beta panting softly when he pulled away. “Oh I don’t know…that was a pretty ambiguous answer…” 

Dallas slipped from his side of the booth, moving to Xavier’s side. One hand snaked into his hair, gripping softly and pulling him down for another meeting of the mouths, moaning softly and he indulged in a quick make out session, pulling away with slightly lidded mouths. 

“I usually pride myself on moving slow…but you get under my skin so easily…I want to collar you…” 

Xavier had never made out in a booth before, but he was finding more and more things he didn’t normally do that he did with Dallas. And he liked it.

Their impromptu make out session brought back the memory of Dallas in front of him and he softly moaned as he let Dallas pull away, panting softly and feeling a resurgence of his earlier lust. Sliding his hand up Dallas’s neck, he chuckled softly at the dom’s words.

Dallas saw the look flutter across Xavier’s face and rather than be offeded at the questioning look he was flattered by it, ducking his head slightly with a secret little smile. “Just one…and don’t hold back any questions for this. It’s about being open.” He then reclined back into the booth and listened intently to what the other man was saying, eyes focused on him as he took in every word, and what was being said beneath them. 

The part about topping grabbed his attention and he couldn’t help but laugh just a bit. That was something he’d dealt with before and he had no problem topping or bottoming, but having an Alpha who was flexible on both was something that opened up the door to lots of fun games. “I never got the fascination with bodily fluids myself…and relax I wouldn’t ever prolapse you. I”m not…how do I put this. I’m not a sadist, in the least. Pain above a welt isn’t what I’m after, in fact it turns me off to see a sub in true pain.” 

Xavier’s fantasies made his lips curl u slightly and he sipped his drink sultrily as it was brought to him. “As for myself I enjoy clothed sex, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, among other things. I like chastity for day wear…as in I lock a sub up in the morning or early afternoon and then we scene that night. I like…hiding sexy things under clothes. The most crossdressing I’d make you do is a sexy silk panty under your slacks. So good news our kinks seem rather compatible.” 

He leaned back and perused the menu. “I require at least one day of the week for a proper scene. We can do more but one day a week is required, even for something light…and if you don’t feel like sex on our normal day that’s fine we can just hang about, I’ll never force you to do anything. Ever. You’ll chose a safeword for public interaction and during private scenes I use the three light system. Sound all fair to you so far?” 

Dallas then looked up after a moment. “Oh, and I almost forgot. Kissing…some people don’t like it outside of a dating scenario but…I enjoy it. Would that be on the menu with you?” 

“If that’s the case, then I hope it was that young man you cared so much about. Someone who seemed that important to you should’ve been a part of your lifestyle.” Xavier privately thought that this sort of relationship had the potential to be more important than dating straight out, but that’s because you had to trust someone right out of the gate.

Strangely, he never felt like he couldn’t trust Dallas. There had been something about the Beta that had him trusting him easily... Probably the fact Dallas called him on his shit that first time they had met.

Nodding at Dallas’s discussion about pain, he’d felt a sort of relief about those things. He wasn’t really into pain, more of the illusion of it. The hint that there could be more even if there wasn’t was a heady thing. The way the younger man talked about chastity and silky underthings were things he felt like he could comfortably do. They would push him out of his comfort zone, but that was part of the reason he was drawn toward Dallas, right?

Dallas laughed softly at the question that came out of Xavier’s mouth first and he couldn’t help but feel something in him flutter at that. This was…easy. He didn’t feel ashamed or nervous of judgement in front of Xavier and when the hell had it ever been this fucking easy to just be a person around someone. He sighed softly at the feeling of Xavier’s thumb over his hip and he leaned more into the nuzzling. God that should not be as erotic as it was when he did it. “Yes you get a collar for play, a collar for everyday wear, and considering your profession I might get you something like a necklace. I find I like to have my subs reminded of my existence during the day. It’s thrilling and comforting.” 

The Beta looked around the small cozy restaurant and decided that he liked it, not that Xavier’s warm hand on his back had anything to do with that. He sat down in his offered seat, crossing legs with a grin. He waited until they placed their drink orders before he started on their reason for being here. 

“So…important things I need to know as a Master. Your hard lines, the things you will never want to do. Soft lines, things you don’t really want to do but might do. And some of the fantasies you’ve always wanted to try but were either too shy to or didn’t have a receptive partner for.” 

I find I like to have my subs reminded of my existence during the day...

It had almost been on the tip of his tongue to ask Dallas how many subs he had at the moment, but decided that he didn’t want to know. He assumed Dallas was keeping himself safe and at the same time he was afraid he might get a little jealous. Not that he had any right to, really.

Smiling as Dallas jumped right into the middle of it, he let an arm drape over the back of the booth as he thought about it. “I would have to say no to bodily fluids. Seminal fluid and saliva is okay, but anything else is a no. Anything having to do with anything inside my body coming outside of my body is a no too.”

Scratching his chin with his free hand, he said, “For soft lines... I guess I would have to say chastity or cross dressing. Don’t get me wrong, you look lovely, but I would never be able to feel comfortable. Topping is sort of something that I’m iffy on, but if we could do like with heat where I’m penetrated by something as well, I could be persuaded to.”

“Mmm so I’m stuck with the lecher instead of the gentleman?…I think I can make that work.” He turned his head in time to catch Xavier’s lips with his own, drawing the Alpha into a brief kiss that had Dallas licking his lips after. He let out a small giggle and fit himself into the other man’s side. People often mistook Dallas for an Omega because of his size, something he’d lamented until this moment. He seemed to fit well into the groove of his side and the curious groping hand on his ass didn’t hurt either. 

“Someplace we can get a private little booth for our conversation, but while you’re thinking of someplace classy to take me I can start explaining to you how collaring would work for me.” 

Dallas smiled at the other man and seeming oblivious to prying ears he started talking easily. “This isn’t a marriage or some vow of commitment, if you want to see other people that’s understandable, but I do like being able to get in touch with you during common waking hours because sometimes I’m a needy bitch. My goal as a Master is this, to give you the most mind blowing experiences of pleasure I can as well as giving a safe space to be vulnerable. I don’t want to brain wash you into a slave or a pet or cause you pain, I’m not a sadist. This is about me satisfying a fetish of being in control while simultaneously giving you a place to let go of control. I have rules. Rule one, no scenes with another Master, I don’t mind sleeping around but this part of sex…this is intimate between us. Rule two, I don’t like being a dirty secret. If you’re with someone please be candid about my role in your life so I’m not tiptoeing eggshells during conversations. Rule three, unless you someday want it to be this doesn’t need to be a 24/7 thing and even if it was I’m your friend before I’m your Master, and I expect it to be the same for you. We’re both humans with emotions and sometimes they take precedence over a scene….um….knowing all that are you still interested?” 

There was a soft sort of smile on Xavier’s face as Dallas turned it into a kiss. The moment was a little intimate, but at the same time casual. The balance was weird, but good. It kept him in a comfort zone while still pushing his boundaries. And he needed that.

Steering Dallas in the direction of this little hole-in-the-wall he’d discovered when he was in med school, he asked the first question that popped into his mind. “Does this mean I get a collar? Oh, I’m sorry. I guess I should say that I’m still interested.” His thumb skimmed over the young man’s hip bone through the fabric of his dress and he nuzzled his cheek against Dallas’s hair. “Those will be easy to remember. No Master other than you. You’re not a dirty secret—not that I’d keep you a secret if anyone asked. And friends before anything else. Still very interested and walking with you to my favorite little restaurant with have a hard on.”

That soft little noise that Xavier made as he measured his leg was priceless, and Dallas leaned in and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his crotch, moaning softly against the fabric before he stood up and straightned out his dress, checking the knees of his tights for any stains. Satisfied that he still looked presentable he put his arms into the sleeves of his jacket and let the Alpha help him shrug it on, leaning up and kissing his lips with a soft purr. “Yeah I’m all set, you lead the way handsome.” 

Dallas twined his arms around one of Xavier’s grinning sunnily. He felt weirdly lighter around the other since the incident, like some dark cloud of secrecy had passed and he was pretty completely open with the other. 

“So…were is the gentleman escorting me for our BDSM questionnaire lunch.” 

That was complete dirty pool.

Xavier loved it.

He could still feel the way Dallas’s mouth felt around the head of his cock and he wasn’t afraid to admit that it had made him half hard. Of course, he didn’t mind walking around with one either. It was a great way to make people feel a little uncomfortable or turn them on. He had a feeling that it wouldn’t make Dallas feel uncomfortable.

“I’m afraid you’ll just have to do with me, lovely. He’s at home, lamenting over his lack of clothing to wear.” Winking at Dallas, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. This was nice, how easy it all seemed. It wasn’t often that Xavier clicked with anyone beyond a one night stand and it was a good sort of odd. He should maybe do this more often.

Dallas folded the tape measure in half and swatted Xavier on the ass with it, smirking playfully. “Your flawlessness indeed, stand still hot stuff.” He chuckled and shook his head, measuring across the other’s shoulders and and down his back. “You know I bet others find that ego infuriating, but you know…I actually really fucking love it. See you’re confident and that’s what makes you sexy and…well it’s even hotter when you go full sub and surrender that ego.” He giggled and leaned up to brush a kiss to his ear. “So yeah, you’re flawless, just like me.” 

The Beta came back around to Xavier’s front and bent over to scribble down his last few numbers before turning to the Alpha with a playful smirk. “Alright hot stuff, brace yourself because you’re going to see something you’ve never seen before and will probably never see again. Me kneeling.” He chuckled and swept down onto his knees, taking painstaking time drawing the tape up Xavier’s inseam. 

“This is the last number I need, so yeah lunch sounds really good right now.” He licked his lips playfully and smiled. “I could go for a bite.” 

The ego stroking was just what the doctor ordered. Not that he needed it, but it was nice to have someone actually like his ego. Sure, he could be a little arrogant at times, but he was 40 and the dean of the hospital. He didn’t get there on his looks.

At the little kiss to his ear, he chuckled and said, “Only for you, lovely one. Or maybe for someone who can convince me to let it go. So far, only you have convinced me to.” As Dallas came back and slowly drew the tape along his inseam, he let out a soft little sound of want. There was something so remarkably sexy about Dallas dressing him that Xavier really didn’t know how to handle it right now.

Maybe it was a turn on? Was it even possible?

“You’re a heathen alright, just maybe a better shopper than I gave you credit for.” Dallas teased, standing with a stretch. His outfit wasn’t anything spectacular today, a floral sundress with some sheer tights for warmth in the last dregs of winter, hair down and natural and not cinched. Plus his make up was eons more subtle than his dramatic dom smokey eye, light and natural. He didn’t have to work to impress Xavier anymore, and the other man never seemed uncomfortable with his clothing choices. 

“I wanted to apologize for that whole…for calling you someone else. The whole thing must have been terrifying and I’m sorry you had to witness it but…also I have to thank you. You really…you helped.” Something about his words said that it was more than the physical he was talking about. “So bullshit emotions done let me start measuring you.” 

The Beta grabbed a measuring tape from his bag and steered the Alpha toward the open area of the living room, positioning him as he wanted as he started his work, pausing to jot down numbers every now and again. Though Dallas wasn’t so proffessional he didn’t sneak a sneaky grope in here every once and a while. “Oh…another thing. Our last scene I kind of talked about slapping a collar on you and um…you seemed pretty receptive so I kind of want to hold a Munch. Think of it like…a coffee date just so we can discuss the mundane stuff…what you’d be looking for in a master sub dichotomy, soft limits hard limits, fantasies you know you want, fantasies I know I want, stuff you haven’t tried but want to…it’s nothing concrete but since it was brought up I figured we’d get the bureaucratic shit out of the way for when we actually wanna do that.” 

Xavier gave Dallas a soft sort of smile as he brought up the incident that had happened the last time the two of them had been in his apartment. He hadn’t really taken it personally, but at the same time he had. It had created a sort of jealous longing in him and he didn’t really like it, but he’d learned to live with it. Inclining his head in an informal sort of bow, he said, “Apology accepted. I’m glad I was able to help.”

The gropes kept this from delving too far into serious territory, which was what he liked. It was easier for him to stand on this sort of ground than the other kind. As a man whose friends had been few and far between, it was nice to just talk to someone. Especially when the sex was as good as it was between them.

@xavierpopti

“It’s not that I’m saying you don’t look good it’s just that I’m saying you can look better. I mean…most of my dresses I have to sew myself, how much harder can a freakin’ suit jacket be.” 

Dallas was sewing a small test seam in a small square of fabric, just practicing what stitches he wanted to use before he turned the biggest puppy dog eyes up at the other man. “I mean I dont’ think you could pull off one of my dresses, your shoulders are a bit too broad and it could be fun. I’ll make myself a gown, totally classy, and you a suit that didn’t come off a sears rack and we’ll make one of the hospital fundraisers a lot more interesting for you.” He grinned playfully and winked. 

“It’ll give me a chance to talk to you about stuff while I measure you.” 

Xavier raised a brow at the other man’s honesty. Maybe Xavier didn’t always shop at the best of stores, but he let his body speak for itself. That and he didn’t really have time to go shopping for new clothes.

When he’d brought it up to his friend, Dallas had offered to come by and help him out. He didn’t realize that Dallas would be making him a jacket from scratch. But he had to admit that the young man had style. The dress was flattering and fit his figure in such a way that Xavier was able to easily remember just how good of a time they had had when Dallas wore a skirt last.

“You keep calling me lovely…s’nice…I like that.” 

Dallas shifted just a bit so he could get a good look at the man that was questioning him, eyes fluttering as he fought against the magnetic pull of sleep. He was enjoying the warmth and the feeling of that hand stroking through his hair. He sighed and tucked himself back down eyes heavy and drooping. He stretched just a bit, wincing at the feeling of sore muscles moving underneath bruised skin. 

“I’m…I’m Dallas….Farrow…and we’re….” He sat up slightly so he could look around the room at his surroundings. It was mostly unfamiliar to him like he’d maybe only been here once and he hadn’t been paying attention when he passed through. “We’re in a bedroom…” He slumped back down into the other’s hold, eyes locking with his. 

The brunette’s eyes bored into his for a few moments, searching and thinking through the headache before he let out a long sigh and snuggled back up. 

“You’re Xavier….” 

A soft chuckle was pulled from his throat as Dallas commented on how much he liked it. He’d never expected to have someone who liked little nicknames like that, but this... this was nice.

As he stumbled through the questions, Xavier searched his face for any out of the ordinary signs. He didn’t seem like he was having too much trouble focusing his eyes, but rather on trying to focus through the pain. Maybe he did need something...

But then he snuggled and said his name and Xavier felt something inside him unclench just a little bit. He didn’t even know why he felt so relieved, but maybe at a later date he’d figure it out. In like a year or two. Or five. Holding Dallas close, he reached for his alarm and set it for two hours from now before relaxing his grip just a little bit.

His voice was soft as he said, “That’s 3 for 3. If you didn’t pass, I would’ve had to take you in to make sure there wasn’t any damage I couldn’t see.” His fingers resumed brushing through the dark locks on Dallas’s head. “I’m glad you’re doing better than before. You know where you are now...”

Just as he was drifting toward sleep he looked up at the man holding him, really took him in and there was a strange noise in the back of his throat. The feeling of regret as he realized the nose was slightly wrong or the eyes different, and a feeling of relief that his friend was there still cradling him close and stroking his hair, even as his broken mind kept tumbling through faces like a flip book. The Alpha looked like a strange combination of current crush and past heartache right now and he blinked confusedly before he lost the fight with his eyelids. He slumped forward into Xavier’s chest, sleeping deep and sound as he held on. 

Maybe it was a dream, all of this, and he would wake in a hospital room or worse not wake at all. Didn’t they say your brain tried to make you happy your last few seconds of life? But the hand stroking his hair kept those dark thoughts at bay. 

The gentle shaking dragged him up out of the murky depths of sleep and his slit his eyes open against the throb of headache. A small discontent noise in the back of this throat. 

“Questions?” 

Looking at Dallas, he could tell his was in some sort of discomfort, but sleep really was the best thing for him. If he needed something, Xavier would get him something, but only until he asked for it. And not before.

“Simple questions, lovely. What’s your name? Do you know who I am or where we are?”