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want.” Quinn wasn’t just playing along; he felt like his own will had been drained away, and all he wanted was to make Aaron happy. Of course, it wasn’t really Aaron’s game that had left him with that lack of independence; Quinn had been feeling that way for months. In the best possible way.
    Then Aaron left, and Quinn realized how full of shit he was. He absolutely had his own will and his own wants, and they both insisted that Aaron return to his side immediately. But he managed not to speak, and he was rewarded, eventually, with the pressure on his thighs from Aaron’s hands. “Ready?” Aaron asked, and Quinn nodded, even while trying to figure out why Aaron’s voice sounded a little strange. There was something against Quinn’s lips again, and he repeated the process: bite, slow chew, swallow. Melon this time, a long strip of it. As soon as he’d swallowed, the melon was back, and when he was done with that bite, it was back again. Quinn felt the gentle brush of something against his forehead and realized that it was Aaron’s bangs. And that Aaron’s hands were both still on Quinn’s thighs. Quinn opened his mouth for what he hoped was the last bite of fruit and allowed himself to lean forward, just a little, just enough to find Aaron’s lips, holding the melon. It was a bit awkward, kissing with the chunk of melon still half in each of their mouths, and Quinn took it as soon as he was able and swallowed it possibly a little too soon, but he managed to fight the huge chunk down and get back to the important stuff. Kissing Aaron properly was definitely more important than safe eating technique.
    Aaron apparently didn’t agree. “Jesus, Quinn, are you a snake? You’re not supposed to swallow things whole.”
    There had to be some way to turn that into a sexual innuendo, but Quinn’s brain seemed to be a little lust-fried. He just concentrated on kissing, on trying to make Aaron realize that it would be a good idea to quit with the food and get to something with more skin-on-skin contact. But Aaron was on to his tricks, and pulled away before Quinn could get much accomplished. “Patience, Quinn.” His fingers ran over Quinn’s face again, caressing each hollow and ridge. “I think I just want to look at you for a while. You’re so beautiful.”
    “But I don’t get to look at you?”
    “That was dangerously close to a question, Quinn. We’re not that far from the couch—your socks are not out of reach.”
    “I could just safeword.”
    “Yeah, you kind of blew that threat when you said I could treat you like a dog. You’re not going to safeword anything, are you?” Aaron’s voice was thoughtful. “Is that a problem, do you think? Like, should we not be doing this, if you’re going to let me blow through all your boundaries?”
    Quinn didn’t like being blindfolded while having a conversation like this. Well, he didn’t like having a conversation like this at all , but especially not when he couldn’t see Aaron’s reactions and couldn’t use his eyes to convey his own sincerity. He tried to do his best with his voice. “Aaron. You’re hot as hell, and you turn me on like I can’t describe, but you’re pretty fucking vanilla, man. Which is fine. Good, even—I like it. But I really don’t think you need to worry that you’re going to accidentally freak me out.”
    “Well, you don’t know what I have planned,” Aaron protested, but Quinn could hear the smile sneaking into his voice.
    “No, I don’t. But I’m looking forward to finding out. And I am without concerns about it, okay?”
    A pause, and then, “I love you, Quinn.”
    “Yeah, okay. Now—you gonna show me what you’ve got?”
    “I can’t show you. You’re blindfolded.” Aaron’s fingers tickled over the tie in front of Quinn’s eyes. “But maybe I could let you feel something… oh, wait, your hands are tied. Huh. Maybe I’ll just have to take a break and think this over.” Aaron’s hands brushed down