Hi! This is another inappropriate question(sorrynotsorry) for Ray, Tala, Bryan & Kai. Do you like to give or receive? If you catch my drift? 💋
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“What kind of guy would I be if I strictly received? Really - where’s the fun in that?” He leans back into his chair with arms behind his head. If the asker had intentions to make him uneasy, they’d have to try a lot harder than that. Somehow, he’d gotten more comfortable with entertaining these kinds of questions. If he was supposed to put on a show, he might as well make it a damn good one.
“Guess you can say I’m a giver. I’d do just about anything to hear someone cry out because of me. Maybe it’s an ego thing - who knows? But you’d be satisfied too if the reason someone quivered and convulsed was because of a simple flick of the tongue. Not trying to brag or anything, but it’s easier for me to prove my point if I just show you. Were you interested in volunteering?”
He has his moments when he’ll give, but for the most part, the titan always takes. He feels inclined to hone in on that point, but part of him feels like it’d be a lie. He is no stranger to dishonesty, but the game he’s been playing for the past few evenings has made him feel inclined to entertain honesty.
“I’m usually not interested in spending too much time with someone else. My need to feed comes first, but my partners usually don’t complain. They already know what to expect. In fact, they should be so lucky I invited them in in the first place. But...” He pauses. Frustration builds up. He almost hesitates to say this out loud, but he has to. “If it’s a quiet night and the snow forces them to stay, then I’ll give. I need a reason. I need to trust you. I need to be interested in what you have to offer. That’s when I’ll care to give your body my blessing. But again, that’s not the norm. You should never expect such pleasantries from me.”
“Why stop at one when you can have both?” Greedy fucker. His mouth always wants more. More food to eat, more flesh to fuck, more skin to sample, more names to call. Selfish people aren’t the one’s who simply want to receive. No, he wants to cherish the heat of his prey; he wants to be the reason their clothes are ruined; he wants to feel their entirety erupt in his grasp; and he wants to taste their sweet defeat. Drool is practically begging to descend from the thought of all these actions.
“We’ve got all night, don’t we? It’s all about who gets to who first. If I’m letting them take the lead, I’ll be the one to make them see god. I try not to go all out during the first few minutes. I want to make sure they have enough energy to get a taste of me too. It’s boring if only one of us gets to play. I prefer to make the moment last. I might not call them back later, so I’m kinda doin’ them a favor.”
“Receive.” His words, as always, are blunt and bold. He doesn’t even bother keeping his eyes on the other. His response is so casual and emitted without thought. He doesn’t need to think through something that he does so shamelessly. And, of course, they should know of his selfishness by now.
“Did you honestly expect otherwise? I’m not here to cater to anyone’s needs but my own. If you seek me out, you’re consenting to making a moment with me - nothing more, nothing less. You should also feel lucky that I have the time to even entertain you. If you’re good, I’ll let you c u m - but good girls don’t make demands. Keep this in mind when you call me. It’s about what I’m feeling first and if you did as I said, then maybe you’ll get a reward in return. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
