Caleb’s eyes widen at this new information about Daniel, clearly curious about what has been revealed but when he opens his mouth it is to quietly admit, “Unfortunately, I do not know anything about your ‘dollars’ so I do not think I can be of help there.”
Sort a few things out? How hard was it, Caleb was his for a night. He tried to curtail his confusion, trying to project confidence. “Ah, ja, I can do tonight.”
He squeezes Caleb's hand a bit, his face thoughtful. He intends to enjoy his night, but he wants to make sure Caleb will too. "Now, I just have a few questions. I want you to answer honestly - don't just tell me what you think I want to hear. If you don't want to answer, you can say so. Can you do that for me, Caleb?"
Fuck, does Caleb feel called out by that statement. Squeezing his eyes shut, Caleb takes a moment - a deep shuddering breath as he tries to steady himself. He has gotten much better at making people happy, giving them the version of him that he thinks they’d want. Giving Daniel his honesty is a bit... terrifying.
When he opens his eyes they are tired, but he squeezes Daniel’s hand back as he murmurs, “Ja, I can do that.”
"Good." Caleb will open his eyes to Daniel's warmest smile. He's proud of Caleb for being brave enough to commit to that step. "That looks like it was hard for you. D'you mind telling me why?"
That's one of those questions he's allowed not to answer.
It is a nice smile and if Daniel had not immediately asked such a hard question it might have warmed part of Caleb.
This was an incredibly hard question for someone who had relied on lies for survival for so so long, lies to the world around him and lies to himself. It was getting better with the Nein, but he knew he still dropped into the transactional mindset he’d based the beginning of the relationship on. Thankfully, there was an easy way to answer this, even if it did not tell Daniel much. “People do not always like the truth.”
It tells him quite a bit. Maybe not about Caleb's life history, but about his mindset. Daniel hasn't really cared what people think of him in a long time, but he remembers what it's like to depend on the kindness and good opinions of others, on managing how they see you so you can get what you need. "That's true. I promise, I'm always gonna prefer the truth over what you think I want to hear. You won't get in trouble for it tonight or any other time you're with me."
He smiles again and gives him another hand squeeze. "Okay. Most important question - is there anything you don't want to do? Anything you hate?"
Caleb knows that it is not true, if Daniel knew the kind of person he really was and the things he had done he would be disgusted. However, he can tell Daniel truly means it in regard to their arrangement and manages a small lifting of the corners of his mouth and a soft, “Thank you.”
The rest he has had more practice with lately, the answers come easy to mind and Caleb sounds certain as he lists them. “No fire and no heat. Saliva and cum are the only body fluids I am comfortable with.” Then his confidence seems to falter, he could tell Daniel the next part or he can be honest and show him how important it was.
With a sigh, Caleb reaches to the sleeve cuff of the hand in Daniel’s. Familiar moments fold it over and over itself, revealing a forearm covered in long, thin and faded uniform scars. They look entirely too clean to have been something Caleb had done to himself. With a nod to his arm, Caleb finishes, “No cutting or breaking of skin or blood.”
Daniel listens closely, making sure Caleb knows that he has his full attention, that he cares about this - about what Caleb doesn't want. He cares about what he wants, too, but that will come later. "Are you all right with your scars being touched? I get a bit... edgy about mine."
His scars are a lot newer than Caleb's, though, and the memory of the pain that came with them is still sharp-edged.
Was he alright with his scars being touched? Caleb stares at them for a minute, considering if it would bother him. He had not been comfortable when Barry had done so, but Barry had been asking questions. Caleb got the feeling that Daniel would not pry, at least not in the middle of any intimate activities they had planned.
"All of my scars are old or magically healed," He sounds certain as he says it, ideally he'd be too distracted by pleasing Daniel to even be tempted to fall into a bad head space. "I do not believe they will be a problem."
"But I will be sure to avoid yours?" It was hard to guarantee when he was not sure exactly what Daniel would want to do with him, but it did sound like an area the man wanted avoided.
"Let me know if turns out that it is." It's delivered softly, but it's an order. He doesn't want to do anything that will harm Caleb. "And you don't have to avoid mine as long as you give me a bit of warning. I think it'll be fine if I'm expecting it."
He doesn't want to set himself up as invulnerable or perfect. He's hoping that if he confesses to weakness, Caleb will feel more comfortable doing the same.
"All right, next question. Are you all right with me calling the shots, giving orders? I like to take control. I'll be clear about what I want, I won't punish you for not reading my mind, but there will be consequences for disobedience."
“I can do that.” It seemed a simple enough task, and Daniel having his own scars made it easier. Caleb could do that for the both of them.
Clear expectations and orders, Caleb sharply inhales at the idea, a shiver of want running down his spine. Just the idea of it has him answering breathless. “Ja... Ja, I would like that.” He pauses to wet his lips, “I can be good for you.”
Oh, that's a lovely reaction. Daniel can almost see Caleb's pupils dilating. He grins and lifts a hand to stroke his knuckles down his cheek, a softly possessive gesture. "You're doing so well already. I can tell you're going to be so good for me."
It's honest praise. He's known men who would be trying to avoid and evade as much of his questioning as they could, and it's just annoying. Caleb is doing his best and that deserves praise.
He can't get distracted, though. He still has questions. "Do you have a safeword?"
Tilting his head into the caress, Caleb gives a pleased hum, pink blooming across his cheeks. Praised seems to be a good look on him and for once he does not seem embarrassed by it. “Thank you.”
That one makes him lower his eyes to their feet with wince, “Nein, ah, I mean no.” Would anyone have listened before this place? Caleb did not believe so. Matt had played with him using a simple stop, but Caleb knew enough to know that was not what Daniel meant.
"That's all right, love." Daniel will slide his hand into Caleb's lovely red hair, petting him soothingly. "We don't have to play with one, we can just use 'stop' if that's what you want, or we can revisit this later if you want to choose one. That's up to you."
He smiles. "All right, more fun question. What's your favourite thing? What do you really like doing?"
It is instantly obvious that Caleb likes the feeling of a hand in his hair, relaxing in increments the longer Daniel pets him. His eyes flick back to Daniel’s face as he tries to be reassuring, “I am very good at using ‘stop’.”
It was always how well others listened that was the problem.
Daniel’s next question is much easier, mostly, and one he has more practice answering since staying here. “Oh, I like restraints. Hair pulling. Roughness and marks to press on afterwards.” There is a moment where he pauses to think about his favorite. “My favorite...”, Caleb admits low and shakily, like he is telling a secret that has never been told before. “My favorite thing is, ah, being used?”
"Good. We'll just use that, then." Even if someone has a safeword, he'd make sure to pre-negotiate going past a 'stop' anyway. He doesn't want to get anywhere near Caleb's limits for now - not for this first time.
He grins and starts pulling, a slow but steady pressure until Caleb will be forced to lean his head back. "Well, that all sounds lovely, sweetheart. What exactly do you mean when you say 'being used'?" Because he loves using people and he wants to make sure that they're on the same page.
Caleb’s head goes back with the tiniest hint of pressure, a small breathy whine escaping him before he can start to explain. He keeps his voice quiet, despite having Frumpkin guarding the hall to keep their encounter private. “Um, it may involve restraints or verbal commands to stay still or in a certain position, whatever you prefer.”
Caleb does not seem to notice as his words slip from the impersonal to personal, too caught up in trying to be good and answer Daniel’s question. “You would use my body for your own pleasure, exactly how you see fit. Maybe I would come, maybe not. Maybe you choose to use with me well after I have come and am over sensitive.” It seems a bit much to mention that when he fantasizes about this there is usually more than one person involved.
The look on Daniel's face is definitely hungry. He releases Caleb's hair but keeps petting, watching him as he describes how he wants to be used. Part of him wants to go 'fuck it' and fuck him now, but... well, he likes building up the anticipation. And he as to actually go to work at some point, he doesn't think Glinda will be impressed if he calls off for the afternoon for sex.
Well. That might be a reasonable excuse around here, actually.
"That sounds perfect." His voice is a bit hoarse. "I love having a pretty boy tied up and waiting for me. Keep you spread out for easy access." He grins, an almost predatory expression. "How do you feel about blindfolds? Gags? You'd still have a way to tell me to stop if you were gagged, I'd rig something up."
Caleb seems disinclined to argue if Daniel wants a taste before work, subtly trying to slide the leg closest to Daniel up to his own chest in an effort to hide just how effected he is. Everything coming from Daniel’s mouth is so perfect that Caleb couldn’t even tell him what which part of his statement has his cock twitching in his pants.
“I enjoy them, ja.” Caleb pauses to flick his tongue out and wet his lips. “Though, if you want to gag me and use restraints, I would need them to not immobilize my fingers.” With his limited spell range, that would be enough to still defend himself if his reading of Daniel proved to be very very wrong.
"All right. Good to know." It doesn't matter why, Daniel can respect that limit. He pets a little longer - Caleb's hair really is lovely. "How do you like to be talked to? I can be cruel or kind or... figuring out somewhere in between. I like to set the mood right."
It has become abundantly clear to Caleb that despite all the abuse he mentally screams at himself he is much happier when someone is praising him during sex, though it is difficult to voice, "I like to be praised, though the words used to do so do not have to always be kind."
His hands, clench and unclench at his sides before he gives Daniel a questioning look, "Does that make sense?"
"So, you'd be all right if I was saying what a good little slut you are for me, how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth?" He says it perfectly conversationally, like he's used to saying things like that. And he is, he could probably spout off a string of any kind of dirty talk you wanted at the drop of a hat.
Even if Daniel's hand was not in Caleb's hair he would be able to see the shudder that runs through Caleb at those words. He says it so easily, like it is nothing while Caleb knows he would struggle to have even voiced the same as an example.
He clears his throat, biting on his bottom lip as he answers. "Ja, so you have got that down."
"Good. I'm looking forward to you earning my praise." He gives a playful little ruffle of Caleb's hair before he withdraws his hand. "I wish I could stay here all afternoon, but I have to go. Will you be all right until this evening?"
Caleb closes his eyes as Daniel's hand leaves his hair and with a few deep breathes every sign that he was affected by this conversation is carefully hidden away, leaving Caleb with a polite mask of neutrality. "I will be fine."
He is always fine.
"When and where do you want me to meet you?" He pauses to roll his shirt sleeve back down to it's original position. "And is there anything I need to bring or come prepared for?"
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Sort a few things out? How hard was it, Caleb was his for a night. He tried to curtail his confusion, trying to project confidence. “Ah, ja, I can do tonight.”
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He squeezes Caleb's hand a bit, his face thoughtful. He intends to enjoy his night, but he wants to make sure Caleb will too. "Now, I just have a few questions. I want you to answer honestly - don't just tell me what you think I want to hear. If you don't want to answer, you can say so. Can you do that for me, Caleb?"
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When he opens his eyes they are tired, but he squeezes Daniel’s hand back as he murmurs, “Ja, I can do that.”
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That's one of those questions he's allowed not to answer.
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This was an incredibly hard question for someone who had relied on lies for survival for so so long, lies to the world around him and lies to himself. It was getting better with the Nein, but he knew he still dropped into the transactional mindset he’d based the beginning of the relationship on. Thankfully, there was an easy way to answer this, even if it did not tell Daniel much. “People do not always like the truth.”
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He smiles again and gives him another hand squeeze. "Okay. Most important question - is there anything you don't want to do? Anything you hate?"
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The rest he has had more practice with lately, the answers come easy to mind and Caleb sounds certain as he lists them. “No fire and no heat. Saliva and cum are the only body fluids I am comfortable with.” Then his confidence seems to falter, he could tell Daniel the next part or he can be honest and show him how important it was.
With a sigh, Caleb reaches to the sleeve cuff of the hand in Daniel’s. Familiar moments fold it over and over itself, revealing a forearm covered in long, thin and faded uniform scars. They look entirely too clean to have been something Caleb had done to himself. With a nod to his arm, Caleb finishes, “No cutting or breaking of skin or blood.”
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His scars are a lot newer than Caleb's, though, and the memory of the pain that came with them is still sharp-edged.
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"All of my scars are old or magically healed," He sounds certain as he says it, ideally he'd be too distracted by pleasing Daniel to even be tempted to fall into a bad head space. "I do not believe they will be a problem."
"But I will be sure to avoid yours?" It was hard to guarantee when he was not sure exactly what Daniel would want to do with him, but it did sound like an area the man wanted avoided.
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He doesn't want to set himself up as invulnerable or perfect. He's hoping that if he confesses to weakness, Caleb will feel more comfortable doing the same.
"All right, next question. Are you all right with me calling the shots, giving orders? I like to take control. I'll be clear about what I want, I won't punish you for not reading my mind, but there will be consequences for disobedience."
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Clear expectations and orders, Caleb sharply inhales at the idea, a shiver of want running down his spine. Just the idea of it has him answering breathless. “Ja... Ja, I would like that.” He pauses to wet his lips, “I can be good for you.”
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It's honest praise. He's known men who would be trying to avoid and evade as much of his questioning as they could, and it's just annoying. Caleb is doing his best and that deserves praise.
He can't get distracted, though. He still has questions. "Do you have a safeword?"
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That one makes him lower his eyes to their feet with wince, “Nein, ah, I mean no.” Would anyone have listened before this place? Caleb did not believe so. Matt had played with him using a simple stop, but Caleb knew enough to know that was not what Daniel meant.
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He smiles. "All right, more fun question. What's your favourite thing? What do you really like doing?"
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It was always how well others listened that was the problem.
Daniel’s next question is much easier, mostly, and one he has more practice answering since staying here. “Oh, I like restraints. Hair pulling. Roughness and marks to press on afterwards.” There is a moment where he pauses to think about his favorite. “My favorite...”, Caleb admits low and shakily, like he is telling a secret that has never been told before. “My favorite thing is, ah, being used?”
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He grins and starts pulling, a slow but steady pressure until Caleb will be forced to lean his head back. "Well, that all sounds lovely, sweetheart. What exactly do you mean when you say 'being used'?" Because he loves using people and he wants to make sure that they're on the same page.
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Caleb does not seem to notice as his words slip from the impersonal to personal, too caught up in trying to be good and answer Daniel’s question. “You would use my body for your own pleasure, exactly how you see fit. Maybe I would come, maybe not. Maybe you choose to use with me well after I have come and am over sensitive.” It seems a bit much to mention that when he fantasizes about this there is usually more than one person involved.
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Well. That might be a reasonable excuse around here, actually.
"That sounds perfect." His voice is a bit hoarse. "I love having a pretty boy tied up and waiting for me. Keep you spread out for easy access." He grins, an almost predatory expression. "How do you feel about blindfolds? Gags? You'd still have a way to tell me to stop if you were gagged, I'd rig something up."
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“I enjoy them, ja.” Caleb pauses to flick his tongue out and wet his lips. “Though, if you want to gag me and use restraints, I would need them to not immobilize my fingers.” With his limited spell range, that would be enough to still defend himself if his reading of Daniel proved to be very very wrong.
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His hands, clench and unclench at his sides before he gives Daniel a questioning look, "Does that make sense?"
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He clears his throat, biting on his bottom lip as he answers. "Ja, so you have got that down."
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He is always fine.
"When and where do you want me to meet you?" He pauses to roll his shirt sleeve back down to it's original position. "And is there anything I need to bring or come prepared for?"
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