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Daniel Larkin. Leave a message at the beep.

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You're welcome. How are you feeling otherwise?

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I mean. Pretty much exactly as shitty as before.

I came to the Slipper because I work at the Revelry so everyone there knows me and I didn't really want to be seen by anyone them.

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I'm sorry to hear that.

If you're interested in other distractions, the offer's on the table.

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I am. It probably would have taken me a minute longer to remember without the note but I remember our conversation.

You can't just tell a man "that's an order" and

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I don't like doing this sort of negotiation over the tome, where would you like to talk? Somewhere you'll be comfortable.

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Anywhere but Staxx? I could use hangover food.

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Sounds brilliant. Half an hour?

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Okay, cool. Sounds good. See you.

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Daniel is dressed for work when he shows up at Staxx - elegant black blouse, tight black pencil skirt, stockings, heels, the works. He looks around and if he doesn't see Quentin he'll claim a booth that's relatively secluded and let the waiter know to send him over when he gets there.

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As if Quentin needed to be any more ridiculous, he stumbled into the diner, tripping over the threshold. He rubbed the heel of one hand into his eye, wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt whose sleeves were a little too long for him. He was directed to the booth and gave Daniel a slightly awkward nod as he slid in.

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Daniel smiled and pushed a menu over. "I ordered you some coffee already. Figured you'd need it." Everything else is up to Quentin. He doesn't like doing the 'I'll order your food for you without asking what you want' until he actually knows what his partner wants.

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Quentin nodded, looking at the menu and trying not to think of the last time he'd sat in Staxx in need of disgusting diner food. The hangover hadn't been from alcohol, but from the fuck tent and getting overwhelmed and sleeping for thirteen hours, and the man on the other side of the table had been Eliot, laying his heart bare and asking if Quentin would take it.

He swallowed a lump and tried to focus. "Yes, thanks, sorry. I'm still..." He made a gesture that didn't mean anything.

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"No need to apologize. I'm surprised you're even slightly functional by now. The advantage of youth, I guess." The waiter came by with the coffee and Daniel doctored his, adding sugar and cream and giving Q space.

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Quentin asked for apple juice and pointed to a picture on the menu, to which the orc nodded and took the menu from him, leaving them.

"Um, so, we came here to...talk," Quentin said, dumping sugar in his own coffee.

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"We did." Daniel took a sip and wrapped his hands around his mug. His polish today was a dull pewter, glinting in the light from the overhead lamps. "Well, to be up-front about it... I don't usually do vanilla sex, and I'm dominant. If either of those things don't work for you..." But he had a feeling they did.

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"Oh."

So the thing about Quentin was that he was too olive to really blush in a remotely attractive way. There was no fetching dusting of pink or gentle flushing here -- his cheeks just went super red, in the blotchiest, ugliest way possible.

"Um, that. Is." Quentin just nodded. "Um, I'm not, um, super experienced? With the non-vanilla stuff? I mean, most of what I know at this point I learned from..." He trailed off and looked down at his coffee.

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His blushes are cute anyway. He's a puppy, he can't help it.

"Everyone starts somewhere. I'm not expecting a vast wealth of experience, don't worry." A lot of his sex here has been educational in some capacity - but it's fine, he likes it. "What do you like so far?"

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I like Eliot came unbidden to his mind and Quentin tried to ignore it. It was ridiculous, Eliot would be back, right, and it was pretty fucking rude to keep pining when another man was sitting in front of him wanting to fuck him. He did his best to focus up.

"I like...um, impact play? I like...things...in my mouth," he said, blush deepening. "Being tied up is nice, but not, like, crazy good on its own. I guess that's true of impact play too, actually. It's nice as an add-on. Um, being held down, just like, with your hands is way better than tying."

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"You do have a lovely mouth." And it would look even better with a gag or his dick in it. "Do you like anal sex? What about orgasm denial?"

Anal might seem like an obvious answer but it was best to check these things. Some guys didn't care for it, even if they did fuck other men.

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Quentin, predictably, turned deep red again at the compliment.

"Um, yeah, that's good," he said, nodding. "I like...waiting? But not, like, giving it up entirely, there has to be an end point. And I think I'm into, like...doing things that feel good but won't be enough? Like, teasing? That's good.

"Oh! Um, important. If I get really, like, um...well, I don't really know the words I'm looking for here, but, if it's really intense I can't talk anymore? English just..." He made a motion like something flittering away from his head, whistling as it went.

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Daniel nods thoughtfully, sipping his coffee. He's starting to formulate a couple of ideas for what they could do. "When you say waiting - do you mean you want to be actively teased and pushed while your partner drags things out or would you like to, say, sit and wait while your partner does something else before they get back to you? Maybe with something to tease you while you do? Or something like serving them by holding a glass or letting them rest their feet on you while you wait?"

Yes, these questions are very specific, but he's very curious.

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"Um..." Quentin scratched his chin, looking intensely thoughtful. "I think...it's better if attention is on me? I haven't really tried being totally or mostly ignored for anything, it's always been like...like, playing with me, or...you know, with my dick or whatever, just not enough to get me off. That's what I've been into."

He paused as the orc came with his juice, giving them a brief smile and unwrapping the straw. "I guess ultimately like, I want to turn my brain off?" he said, dropping the straw into the glass. "If I'm quiet and/or alone that's...me being left alone with my thoughts, which is the opposite of that."

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"That makes sense." Daniel could certainly arrange something - cocksucking, some miscellaneous cuddling, teasing, and dick touching, culminating in a round of fucking and getting Quentin off. It sounded fun, and fairly relaxed. Nothing elaborate necessary. He smiled. "I think we can make that work. No thinking on your part required."

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Quentin started drinking his juice with the straw as Daniel spoke, eyes on him and listening attentively, completely oblivious to what he was doing. He nodded and finally let it go at the last part.

"That...sounds really nice," he admitted, unaccountably embarrassed about it, looking down at his juice (which he'd chugged a good portion of). "I think that's, um...well, I swear I'm not really dwelling on him but I think part of why I'm...freaking out so much at Eliot not being here is that, um, he's good at...getting me to that space and the prospect of living without a...a break like that is..." He trailed off and shook his head, looking down.

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"Well, I can't promise to be quite as good as Eliot - at least not for the first go-round - but I'll do my best. Is there anything I should know about how to get you there? Or what not to do?" He'd never been in the habit of assuming he was the god of all BDSM - it was so personal, so individual, that everyone had different reactions to different things. And an emotional bond, like Eliot and Q, could be on an entirely different level.