Micah hadn’t felt nearly so nervous after demanding if Damon had enjoyed the sight of him in a skirt on Wednesday. (Although he’d felt himself flush when Damon had unabashedly said “yes” before asking Micah if he had any allergies. Micah had frowned in confusion before answering “some shellfish”. The reason Damon had asked became evident, though, when he had immediately relayed the answer to Geoffrey, who was shopping for groceries.)

Micah recalled being oddly touched by Damon’s thoughtfulness.

But back to the point… if Micah hadn’t felt nervous then, why were his nerve endings positively alight with anxiety now?

Micah tensed when the phone buzzed where he’d hastily thrown it down on the comforter after pressing send. Telling himself to stop being such an overthinking dunderhead, he took a deep breath in through his nose before opening Damon’s response.

His answer did nothing to alleviate the beasts wreaking havoc in Micah’s stomach.

Edging. Light bondage. Pretty panties on even prettier boys.

Micah wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Maybe a light scolding for asking such a personal question. He thought Damon might even finally use one of his passes and refuse to answer. Whatever Micah had been expecting, it wasn’t this.

Micah’s own sexual experience was pretty vanilla. He hadn’t moved past mutual blowjobs in high school, except for one particularly memorable incident when the quarterback of the varsity football team, Garrett Ferguson, had eaten out his ass until he’d cried. (Although the prick had all but ruined the experience when he’d gone and threatened to beat Micah black and blue if he told anyone about it afterwards.)

In college, he’d experimented more, and while Micah was far from a virgin, the most sexually deviant thing he’d probably ever done was let a guy in the same criminal justice program as him use a pair of cuffs to secure him to his headboard. The guy had wanted to “dominate” him, and Micah had lost track of the times he’d called him a “dirty slut” as he’d pounded into him. It had been… weird, and while Micah had gotten off (eventually), he’d quickly concluded that he didn’t particularly care for being cussed at and called vulgar names and spat on during sex.

Micah couldn’t help but feel being with Damon would be different.

Sure, Damon was a bit domineering, but he was also considerate and sweet. Micah had a feeling the man was a very generous lover, and certain parts of his body couldn’t help but react as he reread the words the man had sent again. Especially that last part.

Pretty panties on even prettier boys.