"Did you purposely try to make me jealous earlier when you were all clingy with your owner?"
Grayson asked, glancing at Dein as he was about to get into the car. His voice was filled with a hint of suspicion.
Dein only smiled mischievously in response, not offering any direct answer.
"Who knows?"
It was an ambiguous reply, but Grayson was convinced.
"You were trying to make me jealous, weren't you?"
Dein didn't respond and got into the car. He immediately sat down in the driver's seat, and when Grayson looked over, he saw Dein stifling a laugh. Grayson, despite the situation, experienced an unexpected feeling. He wasn't angry at all. In fact, it made him strangely happy. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks, and he asked again.
"Did you want me to get jealous? Hm? Is that it?"
"You're an idiot."
Dein continued to laugh casually, but to Grayson, it sounded like a confirmation. He couldn't help but notice how Dein’s eyes sparkled, his ear twitching as he looked away, and with a hint of a smile in his voice, Dein added,
"If we’re late, I’m just going to sleep, so wake me up when we get there."
As Dein was about to close his eyes, he briefly glanced toward Grayson’s thighs and added,
"Save that for later."
Soon after, Dein closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but the ride home didn’t take long. Grayson ignored the stop signs and sped through, hitting the accelerator all the way home.
They arrived home a full 15 minutes earlier than the navigation had predicted. There were a few red lights they ran through and probably captured by speed cameras, but that didn't matter.
The moment they parked the car, Grayson tossed the smart key on the dashboard and got out of the driver's seat. As Dein yawned and sluggishly got up, Grayson opened the back door and swiftly ran into the house, holding a pile of shopping bags in his arms.
Dein, with his hand in his shirt pocket, scratching his stomach as he followed, found Grayson had already reached the third floor, leaping up the stairs two or three at a time.
"Come on, Dein! Hurry up!"
Grayson yelled to Dein, still standing on the first-floor hallway, before quickly disappearing behind a wall. Dein, shaking his head as if it couldn't be helped, still smiled faintly and quickly caught up, leaping up the stairs just like Grayson, reaching the third floor in no time.
When Dein entered the room, Grayson was humming a tune, laying out the things he had bought on the bed. He kicked the empty boxes scattered on the floor to the side and walked across the room.
Grayson watched as Dein, hands in his pants pockets, bent over to examine the items. Everything Grayson had bought was specifically for him. His things to use with Dein.
Could there be a better gift than this?
Although he had paid for it, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Dein had chosen it.
"So, what should we do first?"
Grayson asked, trying to sound calm while suppressing his excitement. Dein, who had been stroking his chin, responded.
"Wait a moment."
Dein carefully picked up each item, oiling or powdering them as needed. He sorted through the ones that would be used now and those that could be set aside, checking each one carefully. After he was done, Dein finally got to the point.
"There are a few things to keep in mind before we start."
"You can just do whatever, right?"
"There's something we need to keep in mind."
At Dein’s insistence, Grayson kept quiet. Then, Dein continued speaking.
"First, we need to set a safe word."
"A safe word? Why?"
Grayson blinked, confused by the question. Dein calmly explained.
"So I can know your limits."
Grayson still didn’t understand, and smiled as if the whole idea was ridiculous.
"Limits? What kind of limits?"
He was genuinely curious. He couldn’t fathom the idea of having limits, like it was something absurd. But Dein, despite everything, gave him a straightforward answer.
"When you can’t take it anymore, you’ll say the word, and we stop."
Beginners always ask a lot of questions and find it hard to understand, but it's something that becomes clear through experience. Dein didn’t want to drag it on any longer, so he immediately shifted gears.
"Once we set the safe word, we can start. What should it be?"
He then planned to send Grayson to the bathroom to shower, while he prepared everything. Once Grayson was done, he'd tie him to the bed, take a nice leisurely bath, and return.
Since he was a beginner, it would have to be mild today...
Thinking this, he glanced back at the items on the bed when Grayson suddenly asked.
"Do you always set things like this?"
Dein almost reflexively thought, I should take that out, and answered absently.
"Of course. This is all part of the play. If we cross a line, it's a problem."
Dein picked up the nipple clamps, intending to set them aside on the side table when Grayson, acting as if in deep thought, looked down at him and grinned strangely. The atmosphere shifted. Dein furrowed his brow and smiled in response.
"What’s this about now?"
At Dein’s question, Grayson gave him a strange smile.
"Have you ever been tied up?"
Dein was taken aback. He had no idea how to respond. Though Grayson asked innocently, Dein knew well enough this man wasn’t as naive as he seemed. After all, he had been attending swinger parties where pheromones were the main attraction. He might not have tried this kind of play before, but it wasn’t like he wouldn’t know about it.
So, what was the purpose of this question?
Dein had never been on the receiving end before. He was always the one giving orders, and the other person had obeyed. So why was this puppy asking such a question now?
The answer was simple. Dein’s eyes narrowed.
"You want to tie me up?"
In a low voice, Grayson quietly looked down at him. Dein just stared back at him. No one had ever dared to tie up Dein Striker. The very thought of it was unimaginable. Yet here was Grayson, daring to think of such a thing.
For a while, they just stared at each other. The tension was almost palpable. Then, it was Grayson who broke the silence.
Suddenly, Grayson smiled, taking handcuffs from somewhere, and spun them around like a toy.
"Of course. I should be the one getting tied up."
Dein couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of this giant puppy with such grand ambitions.
"Yeah, maybe one day."
"What?"
Grayson froze at the unexpected permission. Dein smiled widely and added,
"If you want to tie me up, go ahead. Who knows? Maybe you have a talent for it."
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"If it’s not okay, then what?"
Grayson asked hesitantly, and Dein, still smiling, replied.
"After everything you've done to me, you think being tied up would be a big deal?"
How on earth had such luck come my way?
Grayson immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. This was the lover he had always dreamed of. Someone who accepted everything about him and loved him unconditionally. There would never be anyone like this in the world again. For Grayson, Dein truly was his one and only fate.
"Dein..."
"Not yet."
Unable to hold back his rising emotions, Grayson was about to confess his love again when Dein stopped him. Grayson froze, and Dein calmly added,
"Not for a while. Beginners often get carried away and end up hurting themselves."
It was a serious warning. Grayson had seen many injuries at the pheromone parties he frequented, even though he had never participated himself. Those places were filled with all sorts of perverse acts.
"I’ll teach you. Once you’re used to it, we can try. Got it?"
Dein said, pressing his second finger against Grayson’s chest, pushing him back gently, before adding,
"Learn well, with your body."
At that moment, Grayson felt his face heat up and his pulse racing.
