it’s a request, not for him, for the other, he likes to make sure they’re okay. brandy was the best choice at least to him, wine was too formal and whisky didn’t make him clear-headed enough. he leans back first, crossing his legs taking a sip of his own glass before his arms rests across his knee. “toilet play is not a thing that I would ever want,” then nods, “no marks, I don’t particularly like the permanent ones myself.” beck will see in a moment as to the reasoning behind it, because once his shirt was off no explaining was needed— not that he ever needed to explain it. an apex was not his typical at least hadn’t been, the lovers had been the one that got the most of his attention in the escort department, he’s started slowly letting his body adapt to various other forms. back was incredibly sexy, his pictures did not do him the justice that seeing him in person did. the compliment makes him drag the alcohol back to his lips taking a sip, in some kind of effort to hide the crimson making an appearance upon his freckled facade.
but it fails of course when he has to remove the glass from his lips, “me. well, no bathroom play.” lips purse and he places his glass atop the table, thoughtful is the notion as he pulls his tee-shirt from his head, folding it gently. the removal reveals the slight scars, the one situated atop his shoulder. “no permanent scarring, if I safeword everything stops, aftercare is a must.” he stops a moment if only to pick up his glass again, “and as for fetishes, um…” another pause, he’s usually bad at the initial expressing what he likes but he booked beck, he’s going to make the most of it, “my nipples are sensitive like orgasm sensitive. i like being edged, i like edging, bondage….” more crimson to his face, “milk every last drop of cum from me.”
Despite Beck’s choice of career, he’s shockingly inexperienced with actual sexual practices within the course of his sessions. He’s good at them when they happen, sure, but most clients prefer to be tied up and left there, or spanked until they’re crying. Very few actually want to cum -- just a product of his specialty -- so it’s always a bit of a surprise when they do. However, Beck smiles, broad, making sure Tobias knows that this is okay, that it’s more than okay, and that he understands every lurid request. “That I can do,” Beck says, taking a final sip from his glass. He puts it on the coffee table to abandon it -- he needs to be clear-headed -- and unzips his little bag of tricks.
From that bag, he draws he draws out rope. and bondage tape, holding both up. “I’m going to assume that both of these are okay. There are no edges on the rope. Your skin will likely be red and indented for a while, but that will go away. As for the tape... it adheres to itself. Wherever I put it, it won’t stick, and it won’t be painful to remove. It feels a little like lycra when it’s on.” Beck is speaking calmly, gently, non-judgmentally. The last thing he wants to do is make Tobias feel less comfortable around him, and the other man is already flushing slightly. “You’re in good hands. For our first time... remind me of your safeword again, but... if you also say stop, or no, or slow down... that will count for me. We may get to a point where that’s part of our scene, but while I get to know you and your limits, I’d like to take you at your word.”
