[For all that Tim was a big, bulky beefman, he sure was pretty easy for Majima to push around; he let his boyfriend pin him up against the back of the couch with no resistance, his arms sliding around Majima's neck to pull him in. After a few nips to his lips, just shy of being hard enough to split them with those sharp fangs of his, Tim let him have the tongue that he was asking for. Not that he could really ever say no to Majima for very long.]
Hm?
[For a second, he had to figure out what Majima meant by M or S, before it clicked that he meant it in the whole BDSM context. When that realization hit, he felt his cheeks heat up, partly from embarrassment and partly in anticipation of where that kind of question would lead.]
I'm the guy that likes to get tied up and smacked around with a crop, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a little bit of a masochist.
[It could also probably be argued that his terrible decision making was some kind of self-inflicted masochism, but that was a job for a really good therapist.]
[Tim ran his hands over Majima's shoulders, tracing slowly along the sinuous lines of the white snakes.]
no subject
Hm?
[For a second, he had to figure out what Majima meant by M or S, before it clicked that he meant it in the whole BDSM context. When that realization hit, he felt his cheeks heat up, partly from embarrassment and partly in anticipation of where that kind of question would lead.]
I'm the guy that likes to get tied up and smacked around with a crop, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a little bit of a masochist.
[It could also probably be argued that his terrible decision making was some kind of self-inflicted masochism, but that was a job for a really good therapist.]
[Tim ran his hands over Majima's shoulders, tracing slowly along the sinuous lines of the white snakes.]
What about you? M or S?