Eggsy still has the last of the fading lines from Dorian’s punishment on his back, but he also has the remembrance of all three times Dorian’s hit him with anything. The two that weren’t punishment had been good, though he’s still grappling with whatever the fuck that says about him.
The idea of this attractive man, in a suit of all fucking things, using that crop and then...
Right, that’s the point of Duplicity’s sex VR game, isn’t it? He knew that anyway, though he sort of remembers there are people watching in the real world. This is way too many conflicting emotions for a guy that hides most of them behind an easy smile or a shitty attitude.
“Ain’t you gonna, like, buy me dinner first?” he asks, less biting than he wants to be. “Or at least tell me your name.” He doesn’t offer his own because he knows how judgey people are about it. He doesn’t have a good feel for what this man is about yet, either.
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The idea of this attractive man, in a suit of all fucking things, using that crop and then...
Right, that’s the point of Duplicity’s sex VR game, isn’t it? He knew that anyway, though he sort of remembers there are people watching in the real world. This is way too many conflicting emotions for a guy that hides most of them behind an easy smile or a shitty attitude.
“Ain’t you gonna, like, buy me dinner first?” he asks, less biting than he wants to be. “Or at least tell me your name.” He doesn’t offer his own because he knows how judgey people are about it. He doesn’t have a good feel for what this man is about yet, either.