“How do you wanna deal with room reservations, by the way? I don’t have the booking app that Clover mentioned yet, but I can get it later.”

“It’ll be easier if I do it. I get priority for pretty much everything.”

Rowan feels his eyebrows shoot up at that. Guess he really is a VIP.

“That a membership perk?”

“Eh, kinda. Been there for ages, and the twins are pretty good to me.”

Damn. He’s insanely curious, but they still need to stick to business.

“Cool. And what about aftercare? You didn’t say much about it earlier and kinda seemed surprised by it.”

Mal shifts in his seat and bites the inside of his cheek, making his lips pucker to one side. Rowan’s suddenly filled with a twinge of dread that he doesn’t actually do any kind of aftercare, which can be incredibly dangerous. Thankfully, Mal replies quickly.

“Depends on the scene, I guess. But uh, usually just staying close, talking me down. Soft touches if we do any kinda impact play. Pretty much what you did earlier.”

“’Kay. How about cleanup? Do you wanna do that yourself?”

The wince on Mal’s face is almost enough of an answer in itself. “Yeah. Don’t need anyone wipin’ my ass till I’m a geriatric.”

Rowan snorts in response and makes a note in his phone. “Got it.”

“What about you?”

“About me… cleaning up?”

Another eye roll. “I meant, what kinda shit do you like? This is a two-way street.”

Oh. Right.

“Uh….” Rowan taps the tabletop a few times, putting his phone down.

What does he like? He’s tempted to say Everything you did earlier was fuckin’ perfect. And it was, but he wants to be more specific.

“I’m into pretty much all the things you are, in terms of toys and kinks and shit. Nothing extreme or gross. I like being in control, obviously, but only if it’s earned. I like when my partner puts up a bit of a fight. But I get off hardest on making my partner feel good.”

“Lotta people say that.”

“I’m not a lotta people.”

“Tch. Can say that again,” Mal says, a flash of teeth peeking through the corner of his upturned lips.

That was probably a compliment. Mal seems the type to give indirect compliments like that rather than straightforward ones, and Rowan’s completely okay with it. It lets him know he’s not alone in his… whatever he’s feeling toward the other man.

“How do you feel about edging and orgasm denial?” Rowan asks, and he swears he can see Mal’s pupils dilate.

“Love it.”

Fuckin’ perfect.

“Cool. That’s good. Kinda one of my favorite things.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“So you like longer sessions, then?”

“Uh, how long do you consider long?” Rowan asks.

“Few hours,” Mal replies. “Club limit’s four hours, though.”