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Sex with Harry tends to be…
JOIE DE VIVRE: Life affirming for you.
SACRE COEUR: Life affirming for Harry.
CHAMELEON: A masterful performance.
QUICK DRAW: Loud.
GEAR HEAD: Harry talks a lot.
STARGAZER: His mouth is always full of questions, trivia, theories, insights.
JOIE DE VIVRE: Foods that he doesn’t know if he’s ever had before he tries them.
DISCOURSE: His own foot.
ACE: Can’t talk when he’s got your cock in his mouth.
MACHINIST: Had he ever tried cock before you had met?
ANALYST: Maybe. You can’t tell.
SACRE COEUR: He talks so much and he doesn’t know so much about himself.
GENTLEMAN: He’s learning, though. He lives and he learns.
***
Harry turns to you on the couch and says, apropos of nothing, “I think I might like sexual submission.”
You raise an eyebrow, close your book. “You might like sexual submission?”
“Yep,” Harry says, and drums his fingers on his knees.
“You would - like to submit?”
“Yeah. I think so. Like - you could pin me down, or tie me up, or give me orders. Not - not on the job. Just - in bed.”
“Sexually.”
“Yeah. If you like.” His neck and chest are flushing red. “I think you might like it.”
“Might I?”
JOIE DE VIVRE: You would like to kiss his red skin, his warmth.
“We both might. I’ve been reading about RSP. And I thought - we might like it.”
TRIVIA: Restraint, Submission, Painplay.
GENIUS LOCI: This is because of that book store on Donatien Avenue last week.
CHAMELEON: Whose clerk was wearing a leather collar.
QUICK DRAW: It’s a predominantly homo-sexual neighbourhood, it was a predominantly homo-sexual bookstore. There’s a certain degree of overlap between RSP and homo-sexuality, as they’re both, by necessity, underground.
MACHINIST: You once slept with a man who described to you a fantasy wherein you wore a Franconigerian cavalryman’s uniform and beat him with a horse whip. You only had sex twice, though not because of the specificity of his desires.
OFFICER: At the bookstore, you let Harry poke and prod and pick up everything he wanted to, even though there was no obvious connection to the case, because, well - stereo investigations do happen.
WHISPER LIGHT: You hadn’t seen him buying a book, but he had hung back while you were on the radio in the Kinema.
ANALYST: As you work and live together, it’s important to not spend every second together.
GENTLEMAN: It allows you to have a little frisson of delight when you see him again.
GEAR HEAD: Also so you don’t get completely sick of each other. He’s so febrile and fast moving, it’s exhausting sometimes.
STARGAZER: His fingers are twitching right now.
SACRE COEUR: Because he was trying to tell you something important, something he’s been thinking about for a while.
You reach toward him, and he drops a hand in yours. “We can try that. I’d like to try that,” and he lets out a long breath, stops moving altogether, smiles at you.
***
It gets a little awkward as you’re getting undressed. Harry seems clumsier than usual - getting caught in his own trousers, unable to make eye contact, describing some stupidity he’s been arguing about with Vic to fill the empty air of the bedroom.
ACE: You’ve done your own reading on RSP.
“Stop talking,” you say, sharper than you feel.
Harry stops, mouth hanging open, and then nods.
WHISPER LIGHT: He’s waiting for the next order.
“You should lie down,” you tell him. “Hands above your head.”
He takes off his underwear, puts it in the laundry basket like you always tell him to, climbs onto the bed, lies back, looks at you. His hands are resting above his head, folded at the wrists.
GEAR HEAD: You should buy some cuffs.
“I won’t restrain you tonight - we may consider that later. Tonight, you simply do what I tell you. Nod if you agree.”
He nods.
“If you want me to stop, say stop.”
He nods again, eyes huge.
“Don’t move until I tell you to.”
And he lies there, silent and still, apart from his chest, heaving with breath, his cock, bobbing with blood.
You finish stripping. You get the slick from the cabinet. You sit on the side of the bed and sweep a hand over his belly. He shivers.
“Give me your left hand.” His hand lands in yours again. “I want you to help open me up - but you stay where you are.”
Harry blinks as you get to your knees, calf and thigh brushing his hip and belly, hovering over his hand.
“Don’t move anything else but this arm,” you say, pouring slick into his palm and yours. “Don’t touch my cock until I say so.” You’re not as hard as him, but you’re not soft.
He raises his hand to your arse as you reach back, rubbing two fingers along your crack, making yourself wet.
Harry sighs, slides his handful under your balls and back, slipping his fingertips across your hole.
MACHINIST: You taught him this, you’re certain of it.
You feel yourself flush as he tucks a finger in to the first joint, rocking a little. He’s still wide eyed, unmoving, obedient, just moving his wrist, his hand.
CHAMELEON: You should make this harder for him.
ANALYST: What’s the point of Restraint and Submission and Painplay without some resistance? Some challenge?
JOIE DE VIVRE: He loves to win your approval.
ACE: Make him earn it.
“Do you think that’s enough? Do you think I want to get fucked by a thimble?”
He shakes his head. His finger withdraws, slides against your crack, pushes back in again, deeper, slow, wet.
You glance sideways at his cock, still red and trembling. “You want to fuck me with that? You need to work harder.”
Harry gasps, hips shifting up, finger further in. His other hand clenches air above his head.
“You like fucking me? You like sinking into me? You like feeling big and hard?”
He pulls out, shoves in, eyes closed, mouth open, silent, shaking. You’re hot and cold all over, your thighs are beginning to feel the strain. You are very hard now.
“You want to fuck me, officer?”
“Kim,” he whines, and you lift up on your knees, away from his hand, out of his reach.
His eyes fly open.
“I said stop talking, Harry. Do you want to stop?”
“No, no - Kim, please - sorry!” He covers his mouth with his clean hand, reaches for you with the other.
“I think I should gag you,” you say, casually, and peel his hand from his mouth. He licks his lips. “Do you want that?”
He nods, still reaching.
You bat his hand away, crawl up the bed, swing a leg over his neck and let your cock fall against his face. “Gag you with this?”
He whines under you.
“Keep working,” you reach behind you again. “You were doing well, but you need to finish the job.”
Harry tips his chin up, sucks your cock into his mouth, puts his fingers into you.
STARGAZER: He loves this. He loves being disciplined, complimented.
QUICK DRAW: Yeah, the guy who repeatedly embarrassed himself publicly and pulled off a number of genius level moves before dedicating a karaoke song to you loves humiliation and approval. Shocker.
He’s stretching you out properly now, sliding two fingers into your hole and his tongue into your foreskin.
QUICK DRAW: You also love this, to be clear.
GEAR HEAD: Who wouldn’t love this? You have a big, smart, strong, double-yefritor detective servicing you, moaning for you, ready to do anything for you.
DISCOURSE: Tell him he’s good at this. Tell him he’s the best you ever had. Tell him that every time you have sex with him, you feel like you’re both learning something new.
You thrust into his mouth, brush a thumb over his eyebrow, make eye contact.
“You’re so good,” you tell him, and he twists his fingers in a way that means you can’t talk anymore.
GENIUS LOCI: Your spine curves, your breath catches, you feel like you’re on fire -
MACHINIST: You catch his wrist, tell him to stay still again and fuck his face -
MEMENTO MORI: You come and come and come -
GENIUS LOCI: You breathe in, deep and bright -
JOIE DE VIVRE: You love him.
His eyes are closed and your cock is still in his mouth, in your own come.
ACE: Don’t let him swallow.
“Don’t swallow,” you say, and you pull out.
He blinks, bleary. Your cock trails wetly along his hairy, craggy, ecstatic face.
“You can move now - but keep it in your mouth until I say.”
You shuffle backwards - and yes, he’s still hard as a rock.
WHISPER LIGHT: He’s leaking, in fact.
SACRE COEUR: Show him you love him.
You sink back onto his cock - he groans, a little come slips out of his mouth.
You rub it into his cheek, start to ride him.
STARGAZER: This feels like the first time you were ever fucked - you feel tender, thrilled, overwhelmed, delighted.
JOIE DE VIVRE: He’s experiencing something similar - the sensation of discovery, of inventing something new.
ANALYST: They used to call it making love, didn’t they? That’s what you’re inventing. New kinds of love.
WHISPER LIGHT: His mouth opens, all white and glistening - he’s begging, silently, he’s begging for you.
SACRE COEUR: You could draw this out for longer, you could tease him, maybe for hours - but not now.
CHAMELEON: You shove down, fuck down, put your fingers in his mouth and fill him there the way he’s filling you -
WHISPER LIGHT: You tell him, “Now, now,” and you mean he can swallow now -
MEMENTO MORI: But he comes, his mouth still open and full of you.
***
In the shower, he tries to put his face between your shoulder blades.
ANALYST: He can do this when you’re in bed, but he’s too tall for it here. He’s just pressing his head to the back of your neck.
GENTLEMAN: He’s recovering, still.
“Are you well?” You aren’t looking at him, but feel him nod. “Was that what you wanted?”
He nods again.
“Let me wash your hair,” you say, reaching for the soap.
“You don’t need to,” he mumbles, which is the first thing he’s said since you told him off for talking.
DISCOURSE: It rendered him wordless, reduced to noise and gesture.
“I want to,” you tell him, and turn to him.
He smiles at you, looking exhausted, serene.
“I love you, Kim,” he says.
It’s the first time either of you have said it.
QUICK DRAW: You’ve known for a while, but as middle aged men -
OFFICER: And cops!
STARGAZER: - you’re both cautious about saying it out loud.
GENTLEMAN: Ask him to marry you!
ACE: Say something cool!
“Because I’m offering to wash your hair?”
“Because of a lot of things,” Harry says.
“I love you,” you admit, “because of a lot of things.”
He kisses you.
You hold each other under the shower stream, saying not much.