Content Warning: Dom/Sub themes, but very much surface-level. No intense kink. NSFW Content: pinning, restraining, begging, orgasm denial, biting, spanking, punishment,
overstimulation, non-visible public play, teasing, rimming, choking, anal sex ___________________________________________________________
Tsurai blinked in a sleepy dreamy state as he basked in the afterglow. One arm wrapped around Mint's torso, still slick with sweat, and his cheek rested against the crook of his neck. Tsurai let out a long pleased sigh as Mint lazily played with his hair. The urge to nap was strong. Warmed by the sun glows from the window and soft blankets cradling their backs, they lulled to light dozing. Something, however, buzzed in the recesses of Tsurai's mind, and dragged him back from the tendrils of sleep. Despite his efforts to yawn and lay still, a burning question forced his eyes to peak open. He studied Mint's expression, the rarely-seen serenity painted on his face as he let out another contented hum. In all regards, Mint seemed pretty satisfied. And yet, Tsurai couldn't bury the air of anxiety that always seemed to plague his mind after sessions of intimacy. Tsurai had the sense that he was still reaping the lionshare of the benefits. Despite Mint's reassurance, over and over again, that he was more about giving than receiving anyway, Tsurai still couldn't shake the feeling he was being selfish.
Granted, he was still new to all of this. Between the two, Mint had far more experience. Intimidatingly so. Tsurai was picking up new techniques as quickly as he could, and he was nothing if not enthusiastic to please. But it was still a struggle to get Mint to the finish line without assistance. Again, Mint had reiterated that he didn't mind at all, but Tsurai wasn't satisfied with complacency.
"Mint?" he mumbled, unsure if his boyfriend actually had fallen asleep or not.
Mint stirred and kept his eyes shut, "Yeah?"
Tsurai exhaled slowly, finding it difficult to phrase the questions he wanted to ask. He didn't want to make Mint simply reassure him again. He wanted answers, "Is there something I could do..." he trailed off.
Mint squinted his eyes open and resumed petting Tsurai's hair, "You're doing fine, Tsurai."
"No. I mean– are there things that you're into that I don't know about?" He asked, voice starting to stutter.
"Like kinks?" Mint asked.
"Yeah!" Tsurai was thankful for the suggestion, "Like kinks or other sex acts we haven't tried yet."
Mint shifted his weight to turn toward Tsurai and studied his face, checking if he was asking this sudden question with concern, or anxiety, or genuine curiosity. He rubbed a hand along the length of Tsurai's arm while speaking, "I might, but I don't want you to push yourself to do things you're not comfortable with."
"What? Are you into some really weird shit that you don't wanna tell me?" Tsurai asked with a teasing grin.
Mint chuckled, "No, not really. But I know you enough to know that you'll pressure yourself to do something even if you don't like it."
