A/N: Even though I gave a fair warning in the summary about dark situations in this fic, I figure I should give one here as well. Since writing it made uncomfortable, I can only imagine how some people might feel reading it and not being warned about it. Warning: mention of necrophilia (not ZoSan related)
~X~
Hands were holding him down. Sanji couldn't decide if it was in a threatening or sexual way, but the act itself seemed harmless in its intent. Rough, calloused hands gripped his wrists in an almost passive way as, even in this dream, he had his eyes closed against the person holding him. There was no other presence behind him, or above him to make it seem like the person was straddling his hips. All that existed were those hands and his wrists.
Those strong hands were gripping him firmly, yet the thumb rubbing affectionate paths along the inside of his wrist made him arch up slightly in his eagerness for the motion to progress. It seemed like forever before the hands finally moved into motion, as though waiting for Sanji to give up on expecting anything from them before rewarding him. A hand took hold of both of his wrists before the free one came down to run a soft, caress along his side; fingers stroking the skin with a reverence that was bordering on ridiculously gentle.
Something shifted within the darkness and Sanji felt a pair of lips suddenly hovering next to his face; he could feel the brush of skin against the shell of his ear. The soft, moist breaths of air that floated across his skin gave him shivers, and Sanji shuddered at the barely noticeable motion as the owner opened their lips to speak...
In place of words, the loudest blaring noise Sanji had heard to date was screamed into his ear and he shot right up in his bed, alarm wailing on his bedside table and the blankets pooling in his lap over top of a very noticeable morning wood. Still halfway between asleep and awake, he stared at the doorway for a moment as he tried to calm his breathing and stop himself from wincing at the pain emanating from his midriff.
Letting out a long sigh he turned to the alarm, slamming it off in annoyance as he kicked his feet over the edge of the bed. Being woken just when the dream had been getting good was definitely not putting him in a good mood. Especially since the hands in that dream were undoubtedly Zoro's, and damn if he didn't want to let his imagination run a little wild at the thought of the man.
It may have only been just over week since they'd first met and started dating, but as far as Sanji was concerned it was putting his libido under much more stress than it was used to. He was completely devoted to the idea of wanting to build up the tension and trust between him and Zoro, but frankly his cock wasn't completely cooperating. It also didn't help that Zoro was allowed to so freely walk around looking as hot as he did.
As Sanji stood and threw himself in a stretch, he noted immediately which parts of him felt amazing, and the parts that felt less than adequate. True to his word, after working over Sanji's joints, his arms and legs felt amazing; though that didn't account for his abdominals which currently felt like he had put them through an intensive ab workout at the gym. Wincing, he lowered his arms and hunched lightly to accommodate the stiffness around his stomach. Damn, they weren't even fucking and Zoro was already making him worn out in the morning.
Making his way into the shower, he didn't even stop to think over his actions as he climbed in, braced his forearm against the wall under the shower head and took his length in hand. Zoro would undoubtedly have some orgasm control over him once things got more intense between them – Lord knows Sadi controlled him like that – but until then he needed to get this out of his system.
The first few strokes were complete bliss, as he was able to gently stroke away some of the swollen tightness that was wearing at the flesh. Before long it became less about relieving the stress and more about pleasuring himself to fantasy after fantasy of Zoro. Sure, he'd had a few moments in the shower after a Skype with the guy, but after meeting him in person it gave his mind so much more fodder.
His mind immediately wandered to the hands that he had imagined in his dream a few minutes ago, rough and calloused just like they were in real life. Unlike how gentle they were in his dream however, he pictured them the way Zoro had used them last night, when he had been aiming to latch onto Sanji to throw him across the room. The way they had felt clenching his ankle in a death grip to stop a kick, or how it had felt in the one moment Zoro had managed to grab his wrist in a finishing throw.
"F-Fuck." Sanji mumbled as water slid down his face and bubbled over his lips, hand quickening in its motions as his mind quickly turned its attention to the man's body.
Each exposed bit of skin had been brain-meltingly perfect; honed, tightened and coloured an exotic tan that Sanji just ached to run his tongue across. Muscle and taut skin that Sanji could no doubt occupy himself with for hours if he was ever given the opportunity to service the man's body like he so desperately wanted. It was honestly all so tantalizing he wouldn't be able to know where to start; kneeling and just taking it all in seemed like an amazing idea.
Sanji's pace was getting desperate by this point as he realized he hadn't even started to imagine anything incredibly dirty yet as the images alone of Zoro seemed to be doing enough for him. Hips were now involuntarily jerking forward as the pressure was quickly draining from his dick to settle in his sack as he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
Water sluiced over his body in light touches like those he could only wish Zoro would give to him; hand jerking himself in a desperate rhythm he could only hope that Zoro would do with him soon; teeth biting the back of his hand as the sharp sting of pleasure that he only fucking prayed Zoro would give to him finally sent him tumbling over the edge.
"Ahh! Ah!" Grunting painfully as his already tight midriff tightened further from the intensity of his release and he was left to lean against the cold tiles of the shower in the aftermath: mind fuzzy, body ringing, and desperately hoping that this wasn't going to become a regular thing.
Once he managed to recover, Sanji finished the shower relatively quickly and much less shadowed by the hauntingly erotic memory of those dream hands. Though, it still hadn't done anything to deter his body and mind from still being passionately interested in the idea of sex with Zoro. It seemed that no matter how much he jacked off (nor how much he talked himself out of it) he was still going to be pining for it until it eventually happened.
As he exited the shower, towel hanging low on his waist, he snatch up his phone from the bedside table and brought up Zoro's contact info. And shooting him a quick text,
Well, your massage therapy worked. But you forgot my stomach ;) Abs hurt like fuck.
Tossing his phone on the bed, he quickly set about getting dressed; grabbing his more fitting black work pants and a plain pink Vans shirt. As he was pulling the tee over his still wet hair he heard the faint buzz of the phone receiving a text. Snatching up the custom built unit he found Zoro had already replied,
Wow, that out of shape, huh?
Scowling through a chuckle Sanji quickly typed back,
I'll have you know I'm fantastically fit; just haven't had a fight like that for a while...
The reply was instant.
Pics or it didn't happen.
Sanji contemplated giving a witty reply before a wicked grin fell over his face and he decided to be a bit more liberal with his teasing. They were dating after all, and Sanji shouldn't be the only one that was going quasi-insane from the wait; he might as well get Zoro a little wound up as well. It was only fair after all.
Pulling up his shirt to his collar bone, he exposed his entire torso before angling his phone down at himself. Making sure his pants hung tantalizingly low on his lips to expose a bit of blond treasure trail and the hardened lines of his obliques as they slid below the black fabric. Forcibly flexing his abs to bring out the best possible definition, he snapped the photo and looked it over appraisingly before sending it to Zoro with a smug grin.
I reiterate; fantastically fit.
Zoro's reply took significantly longer than his others, and after Sanji was finished putting on a pot for coffee his phone finally buzzed again with Zoro's obviously stiff and restrained reply,
I've seen better.
Sanji snorted aloud at the obvious lie, typing back a reply quickly as the coffee beeped and signalled it was finished.
You're a terrible liar ;)
As Sanji waited for a reply he quickly wolfed down a muffin as he pulled the pot of coffee out and poured it into a spare cup. After adding the right amounts of cream and sugar, his phone vibrated with Zoro's retort. Despite the text, Sanji could tell Zoro's next text was sent in completely jest.
Has anyone ever told you that you're a smug little shit?
Sanji laughed aloud as he swiftly transferred his coffee into a portable mug and made for the door, juggling his keys, coffee and phone while wrestling into a hoodie. Once everything was straightened out he slipped on his worn out Sk8 Hi's and typed a response while getting himself out the door.
Regularly. You'd be surprised.
Zoro's reply came not that long after he managed to exit his apartment complex.
Not surprised. At all!
Rolling his eyes through his laughter, Sanji made his way for the bus stop as he typed back his reply, deciding to go for aloof instead of the affectionate that he wanted to go for.
Ha. Okay, I've got to get to work. I'll text you later.
As the bus pulled up, Zoro's reply popped up,
Alright, have fun. Don't strain yourself, wimp.
~X~
At work, Sanji hurriedly shoved his stuff into his locker before pulling out the standard blue Apple shirt and the headset/radio combo all employees were made to wear. Pulling on his work shirt he made a haphazard effort to fix his hair before heading out onto the floor, ear piece already in as he clipped the radio onto his belt. Setting it to the correct station, he made his way over to the till as he pulled out his work phone with installed card swipe and began turning it on.
"Ah, Sanji!" Ace called out hurriedly, "it's okay. Monday slowday. I need you working in the back doing software repairs."
Sanji looked balefully down at the work phone that he had just finished setting up before looking back at Ace, "Alright. What've you got for me?"
"A jail broken iPhone that needs to be restarted, two iPad display set ups for the kids' station, and a Mac that needs to be set up with Mountain Lion."
"On it." Sanji confirmed before tossing his now usual tech support phone under the till and heading for the back room. In all reality he was grateful for the excuse to sit in the back room and not have to stand out on the floor. Customer support was always entertaining – and he got to talk to some gorgeous women – but he belonged in the back, working with the actual equipment.
Going into the storage area he quickly found the four items near the urgency area, plucking up the reports off of each device and scanning them absently. The jail broken phone belonged to some kid named Pepper whom had obviously broken the screen doing something dumb and, along with jail-breaking, now needed Sanji to fix it. If it wasn't for irresponsible teenagers he'd be out of a job fixing these things.
The laptop belonged to a Dr. Hogback – Lord knew what kind of doctor – and needed the update software Ace had mentioned. Judging from the impeccable state of the computer, it was well looked after, yet worn in the corners from being carried in a bag and Sanji assumed the man must have used it constantly for work. Throwing the paper work aside he scooped up the devices along with the two boxes of new iPads and headed to the work area.
After quickly plugging his phone into the stereo so he could blast some music while working, Sanji settled down into one of the (rather comfy) swivel chairs and set to work. Two unwrapped floor models and a restarted phone later, the two iPads slowly went through the process of children's App installation as Sanji opened up the man's Mac and signed into the profile with the provided password. The password was Cindry, and Sanji idly wondered if it was the wife, or perhaps ex, of the doctor.
As Sanji did a simple firewall check and anti-virus scan a few random things popped up, but nothing of concern. It was when he began digging through the man's 'C: file' that he began to find a few odd things here and there. Left over files from previously made pictures and videos. Quite an extensive collection too that seemed to have been deleted all at the same moment.
What had the man cleaned from his computer that he hadn't wanted people to see?
With cases like this, it was usually always porn. The wife would want the husband to take the computer in for an update and in a flurry of panic would delete all the incriminating evidence in an instant, thinking they managed to cover up their tracks, but in fact leaving a rather obvious trail behind.
Though that never stopped Sanji from investigating, because black mail material was black mail material, and even if it did end up just being porn; it would give Sanji an opportunity to either commend or laugh at the man's choice of visually stimulating erotic material.
After some usual quick work with the root directory, he was able to type in some simple code to cancel the initial deletion of the photos and bring them back up into the system. The folder appeared innocently on the desktop and Sanji immediately clicked on it, intent on seeing what dirt the man might be hiding. Double tapping the touch pad he selected the first image and waited as the system worked to remember the previously lost file.
The first picture popped up on the screen and Sanji frowned in confusion, as it took several moments to clue in to what exactly he was seeing. At first he noted the woman on the screen, who was the main target of the picture, was stark naked as she lay on the floor, eyes closed and head tilted to the side. Pale blond hair pooled on the floor around her head in a delicate halo as her clammy skin looked almost the same shade as the cement beneath her.
The longer Sanji gaze upon the weird sight, the more he began to realize that something was incredibly off about the whole scenario. When his eyes fell to the odd, freshly stitched unhealed scars littering her chest and body, the whole thing dawned on him with an intense force that had his eyes widening in horror. Media and movies had prepared him for sights like this, but why the man had a picture of girl's body from a morgue on his computer was alarming.
Clicking the next button, he silently hoped that maybe the doctor worked in the morgue and had simply had a picture of his patient stored on his computer. Though his frail little hope seemed completely ridiculous in the face of the obvious (and horrifying) conclusion that the little voice in the back of his head was telling him it was. As the next picture illuminated the screen Sanji still prayed that perhaps he was wrong and this was all a big misunderstanding.
In this picture the woman had been dolled up as much as a dead body could allow. A little bit of make-up added to her dead face, while a revealing, lacy dress had been put on her dainty figure. If it weren't for the odd circumstances, Sanji would have even said that the eerily beautiful-after-death look could have worked for her had she been laying in a casket at a funeral home and people were saying good bye to her.
Though Sanji was beginning to doubt that the way she had been dressed was because of a farewell, or for a funeral, and even as he clicked the next button he knew he wasn't going to like what he found. That sinking suspicion that had been growing in his gut ever since that first photo was confirmed the moment the JPEG was loaded.
Sanji fully gagged at the next picture of the woman, body pale and pasty in the awkward morgue lighting as her legs were spread open with an unnatural stiffness to them. One of the limbs appearing to sag further open than the other as though it had been forced open a bit too roughly and the man had perhaps snapped something within. Everything below was completely exposed; blue and shrivelled from death.
Finger managing to hit the next arrow one more time, he gazed upon the next photo in unmasked horror as the camera angled down ward from where the man was obviously holding it. Snapping a full on shot of him balls deep within the corpse, motionless body a pasty blue compared to the man's flushed skin. A form of lubricant was faintly visible since it seemed the woman's body – stiff with rigour mortise – was not easily allowing the man inside...
Slamming the laptop closed out of disgusted instinct he retracted his hand from the device as though he might get contaminated by merely touching the object. Other hand coming up to clasp across his mouth, he fought down the squirming sensation in his gut at the thought of images he had just witnessed; brain still not quite willing to function beyond his thoughts incessantly screaming 'What the fuck?' in his head in a panic.
What the fuck was wrong with that man?!
Staring at the laptop for a moment longer the images once more flashed across his vision with horrible clarity and the urge to puke arouse once more with a vicious intent. Abandoning the computer he ran for the bathroom, taking deep breaths in through his nose to keep his coffee down. Slamming the door open as he rushed to the sink, Sanji hunched over the vanity as he turned on the cold water full blast.
Splashing some water on his face he leaned his elbows against the counter as he blankly stared down the drain of the stark white porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. Trying not to let the disturbing thoughts affect him even though his mind was currently stuck on a small repeat cycle of wonder and disgust over how someone could be so sexually fucked up.
Sanji was quite aware of his unorthodox needs, but there was just something so immorally wrong about defiling a body in that manner. The thought alone of clammy, dead skin caused a shudder to travel up his forearms and his spine as he stood abruptly and shook himself to try and physically remove the mental images that were making him contemplate throwing up his breakfast.
Part of him felt obligated to take this weird thing to the police; it was so beyond his realm of comfortable that it only seemed right to hand it over to the authorities who could handle it properly. However, that would mean talking to police and, by extension, get himself involved with the very men that could potentially lock him up for life if they knew about his blackmailing. That and by turning in Hogback based on the fact that he had dug through the man's computer, it was enough to arise suspicion about his other clients; all of whom would probably jump at the chance to rat him out despite his warnings.
One or two rats he could handle, even get to them and make them shut their mouths before fully spilling the beans to the authorities. But if, for whatever reason, they interrogated a massive amount of his clients and got a similar story from all of them then there was no way he could talk himself out of it. Evidence or no, it would seem too suspicious and would eventually lead to a full blown investigation that would doubtlessly find something to pin on him.
He may have been good at covering his trail, but even he couldn't deal with something like that, and definitely not risk all of that just because he had caught one particular sicko with a weird fetish. Sighing heavily, his resolve hardened as he glared at himself in the mirror of the bathroom and silently promised himself to get through this disturbing case.
Besides, what would the police even do to Hogback if they did find out? Punish him a bit for breaking into a building, and humiliate him some for having a weird kink, but aside from that they wouldn't do much else to apprehend the man. So putting his neck on the line just to expose a man that would get no punishment was hardly worth it. All he really had to decide was whether or not he wanted to ignore the files or blackmail the man.
Necrophilia aside, Hogback was the perfect type of guy to blackmail. With a secret that he desperately wanted kept hidden, and an impressive income; he was the ideal equation of someone that Sanji should scam. Even if the subject was a little disturbing, this was a golden opportunity. For the first time in a while, however, Sanji was debating on whether or not he really wanted to go through with this.
It would involve making a new App and conversation sequence to send to the man. Most of his other scam-ees all had similar secrets to be kept hidden, so a change of a name here and there and he could easily send the same text sequence to a variety of people. In most cases all he ever had to use were the Cheating, Embezzling, and Stolen app options. Hogback's situation was so unique he'd have to write up a code for an entirely new text sequence, not to mention he wouldn't be able to logically predict Hogback's response to his texts so he wouldn't be able to be as witty as he usually wanted.
Letting that thought slide for a moment, he also made a note of the fact that the man was indeed a doctor due to his ease of access to the hospital. A doctor's pay was more than adequate, which meant he'd be able to squeeze quite a hefty sum of money from the sick bastard - enough to probably pay for the therapy he'd need after seeing those photos.
Feeling a little less sick, and bit more confident at the notion of promising payout, he pushed away the rest of his nervousness and made his way out of the staff bathroom. Aside from making a new message within his App, he'd just have to do some research on whom could be the recipient of the illegal photos. Could he possibly send it to the police, or maybe the man had a family or wife that could be used as better leverage?
Inhaling deeply, he once more reassured himself that he could do this; he just needed to put aside his own disturbed emotions to muscle through it. Despite how creeped out he was, he just had to get everything set up like usual and once it was all over with he could just forget about it.
~X~
During his lunch, Sanji took the much needed break to grab a bottle of Captain's rum from the nearby liquor store mall and a bag of popcorn from the theatre before settling down in the break room with his computer. Even though he had promised himself to not let the whole thing bother him, it didn't stop him from intending to get enough of a buzz so that the thought of Hogback made him want to giggle instead of give him the urge to vomit.
A few shots and he'd still be okay to work, but this necrophilia situation was something that he needed to get rid of with a bit of tonic and probably a few days' rest. Movies and media had definitely desensitized him to a lot of the disturbing things in the world, but no amount of CGI movie effects could prepare him for what it was like to see a real dead body. Shocking, was easily the first word that came to mind, afterwards it was just a slow de-escalation of concern and comfortableness.
As he popped a few kernels into his mouth, Sanji chuckled morbidly at the thought that he'd definitely need to add necrophilia to his list of never-ever-not-if-he-was-the-last-man-on-earth list of hard limits for Zoro. Not that Zoro seemed like a man that'd be into that kind of thing, but if he was going to keep this list for future experiences, it'd be good to have that particular fetish right at the top as a definite never-going-to-happen.
Chewing slowly, he began to think about the list of hard limits Zoro had mentioned and he began to wonder exactly how Zoro wanted the list made. Like was he just supposed to list things that were turn offs and that was it? What were all the basic things that were usually listed on a hard limit list? What if he forgot a couple, or didn't add some because he didn't know the names for them or that they even existed?
Suddenly this whole list thing seemed a lot harder than he had originally thought.
Pulling out his own laptop and bringing up Google, he stared at the search box hopelessly and wondered what exactly he was supposed to search for so that he could start making this list. There were some pretty obvious "no's" to Sanji's list, but there were also a lot of things he had never heard of in the BDSM scene and he might not be able to add them to the list since he didn't know what they were called.
Typing in 'hard limits', he pressed search and sat back to take in the no doubt crazy amount of sites that the search engine was going to provide. The first few links looked promising, titles boldly stating exactly what his search had been, but he quickly found that the first few simply gave definitions and were of no real help.
Scrolling down, he found most of the secondary sites were semi-helpful, though a lot of them mostly listed things he already knew or that Zoro had just recently told him. Definitions varied from different sources, kinks were sometimes listed haphazardly, and one gave a helpful list of types of toys, but no specific fetish list. All in all, it was a bit more difficult to locate a proper list of BDSM kinks than he had originally thought it would be.
Giving up, he turned to his phone, and sent a quick text to Zoro,
This list is harder than I thought.
Surprisingly, Zoro's reply came a moment later.
You're making it now? Aren't you at work?
Minimizing the screen on his computer so that no one would walk in and accidentally see what he had been looking up before writing back,
I'm on lunch; and I needed something to take my mind off today.
Wanna talk?
Sanji refrained from making a sarcastic comment, though it took a lot of effort, and eventually replied,
Sure.
A few minutes later and his phone began buzzing, lit up with Zoro's number across the screen. Putting in his head phones, he leaned back in his chair with his popcorn as he spoke into the little microphone hanging from the headphones, "I'm surprised you're able to call, Mr. Physio."
"I'm on lunch." Zoro's reply was grumbled playfully into Sanji's ears, and the blond could easily sense the man was rolling his eyes on the other end.
"Oh, lucky for me." Sanji grinned, tossing a kernel into the air and catching it in his mouth.
"You sound a little worn out." Zoro noted lightly.
"Do I?" Sanji asked with a nervous chuckle, barely needing to give a thought to what was currently stressing him out.
"So, what happened?" Zoro pressed lightly, voice sounding far too soothing over the phone, before his tone switched to a more sarcastic drawl as he grinned, "Still tired from last night?"
"Eh." Sanji shrugged as he grunted out the word, not rising to the bait and letting Zoro stew over the ignored jibe, "Tough day at work. Customers stressing me out."
"Hm," Zoro grunted thoughtfully, before he let out a breath and Sanji could easily tell the man was smiling, "Well, I have a few ideas that could make you feel better..."
Oh, Sanji had a few ideas that would make him feel better too, but he wasn't about to give in just yet. Number one on that list required several inappropriate items, Zoro's house and not having to go to work the next day... Despite how stress-relieving it might be, he forced down his over-eager sexual thoughts instead to ask curiously, "Yeah?"
"When do you get off tonight?"
"Uh, whenever you make me." Sanji drawled, "Obviously."
"I meant work, jackass." Zoro snorted.
"Five."
"Perfect." Zoro grinned into the receiver, "I'll be by to pick you up then. Which Apple store are you at?"
"The one at East Blue Mall." Sanji conceded before smirking, "You gonna tell me what you have in mind?"
"Nope." Zoro taunted across the line, "It's a surprise."
"You're so uncool."
"Like you're the royal expert on 'cool'." Zoro drawled as he mockingly chuckled down the phone.
"How would you know?" Sanji accused with a false indignant tone, placing a hand over his chest despite knowing Zoro couldn't see it, "I'll have you know that I'm the Prince of Cool."
"More like the Prince of Idiots." Zoro scoffed loudly, "Do you even listen to yourself talk?"
"No," Sanji jeered, "It takes away from the valuable time where I can be internally monologue-ing about how great I am."
"Alright, Your Highness." Zoro finally conceded with obvious derision, "I got a patient in ten minutes, so I need to go. And I can imagine you don't want to keep your subjects waiting..."
"Fine," Sanji huffed in false annoyance, unable to stop himself from grinning at Zoro's taunt, "I'll see you at five?"
"Yeah, south entrance."
"Kay, see yeah."
The line went dead and Sanji was left alone in the silence of the office, not sure if the warm glow in his gut was from the rum or his excitement to see Zoro again. Pulling out the head phones he cast a glance at the clock before deciding to head back a few minutes early and get to work on transferring Hogback's files to an external system and start working on making a new App. If he worked uninterrupted he could probably get most of it finished by the time his shift was done.
~X~
Work was done relatively quickly, and as Sanji waited outside the main entrance with a coffee in hand he felt remarkably better than earlier that day. The initial scare of finding the odd porn on Hogback's computer had devolved from panicked horror, to casual disgust. Now, it just kind of felt more like something unsightly he had seen and felt awkward about; like that one time when he had been website bombed and taken to a site with a .gif of a guy fucking a dog.
It was weird, awkward, and just left with him an uncomfortable feeling.
As he took a sip from his coffee he was just grateful that the initial shock was gone and that he wasn't feeling ill any more. Now he could entirely focus on scamming the poor bastard, and getting him out of Sanji's life as quickly as possible. It had been almost too easy to transport the files onto an online storage system, before properly deleting them from the man's computer.
He hadn't had time to start working on a new App conversation to send the man, but had already gotten the contact information for his current wife, as well as his son. A couple evenings spent setting up the instant mailing option from his phone and he'd be ready by the time Hogback came to pick up the newly programmed computer on Thursday.
Stubbing out his cigarette as the familiar black Matrix pulled into the parking lot, Sanji made his way over with a huge grin as Zoro pulled the car up at the base of the stairs. Grinning cheekily back from the driver's seat, Zoro watched Sanji climb into the pristine vehicle.
"Feeling any better?" Zoro prodded as he threw the car into 'drive' and wheeled them out of the busy parking complex.
"Yeah, pretty good." Sanji shrugged absently, going for casual but feeling like he probably hadn't pulled it off that well.
"You gonna spill what really bothered you?" Zoro prodded slyly, and Sanji had to take a moment send the man a quirked eyebrow at how well he had managed to read him.
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Not in the slightest." Zoro retorted callously.
"There was some really disturbing porn on this guy's computer that I had to reprogram." Sanji finally acceded, ignoring Zoro's unassured promise completely, "I'd rather not go into details."
"If it grossed you out; I'd rather not hear about it." Zoro laughed.
"Yeah." Sanji nodded sagely, "Let's leave it at that."
As they pulled up to a stop light, Zoro's face lit up as he grinned, "Hold on. I got something for you."
Foot precariously pressing on the break, Zoro twisted around to rustle through his briefcase in the back seat, shirt riding up as Sanji happily gazed at the man's exposed midriff. Vaguely thinking back to his shower that morning he was beginning to wonder how long he could last before just giving in and licking those offered abs.
"Here." Zoro grunted as he fell back into his seat and proffered a stack of papers to Sanji, "You mentioned you were having trouble with the list so I thought I'd make it easier for you. It kinda slipped my mind that you'd never made one before."
Sanji took the booklet[1] with some confusion, leafing through a few pages before understanding exactly what it was. Just like Zoro had explained, it was a list. A giant list of every single kink, fetish and toy use you could imagine all gathered in one single printed book of papers. Absently flicking through he couldn't help but let his eyes widened at some of the more intense things that were listed.
As he became engrossed in the booklet he hardly even noticed when Zoro had started to drive once more as he continued to flip through and read the pages more carefully. After a little more examination, he found that everything was sorted into broader categories and then the sub-kinks were listed within. Beside each kink was then a YES or NO to circle for which you wanted to do, and which you didn't. There was even a scale of 1 to 5 beside it to let the Dom know how much you were okay with the kink or not.
"Wow..." Sanji muttered through a slightly intimidated chuckle, "This is really thought out."
There was everything from types of bondage, types of branding, and even a whole category related to gags. Continuing to scan all the different options he couldn't stop his eyes from widening in interest and his his mouth from twisting into an odd form of impressed shock.
"Yeah, take your time going over it." Zoro mused as he flicked his signal light and swerved into the next lane, "Don't think you have to finish it in a rush."
Sanji nodded numbly as he was quickly beginning to discover that there were things on the list that immediately caught his interest, and other things that had him shying away in disgust. There were a few he had never heard of, and others that sounded interesting that he already wanted to try out. It was akin to being giving a list of toys and being told to pick whatever he wanted; he felt like a child on Christmas.
Pausing in his excitement he cast a sidelong glance at the man, Zoro not noticing as his eyes were intent on the road, and Sanji wondered idly what from the list Zoro might be interested in. Surely, just like Sanji, there were things on here that probably made him far more excited than others did. Did Zoro make a list already? Did Dom's even make a list? Was Sanji supposed to collaborate on this?
"What do you want marked off on here?" Sanji asked innocently, hoping to maybe pry slightly into the man's mind and perhaps get a glimpse of what was in store for him, "Anything you like?"
"This list isn't meant for me." Zoro explained seriously, "It's for you."
"Yeah, but-"
"Think of me as a service provider." Zoro grinned cheekily, casting a heated glance at Sanji quickly before turning back to the road, "You tick the boxes to what you want, I get it done."
"But what about you?" Sanji asked through a blush, "I want you to... ya know..."
"Trust me." Zoro comforted, "I'll get pleasure from it. There's not much that I don't enjoy doing."
Subtly rolling down the window, Sanji let the cool air hit his flushed cheeks and hopefully get rid of the somewhat embarrassed blush that had stained his cheeks. Damn, how was he supposed to prove to the man that he could do all this stuff, and yet blush like a schoolgirl when talking about it. Rolling his eyes at his own immaturity he turned back to the list as he pulled a pen from his pack.
Zoro had already said he wasn't going to tell Sanji where they were going, and there was no time like the present to start filling some of the stuff in. Or at least mark off the things he definitely didn't want to do, and the one's that didn't apply to him. All female related were quickly scratched out before he reached the bodily fluid section with slight revulsion.
"Okay, so can I immediately scratch out bodily fluid stuff?" Sanji muttered rhetorically, pen in hand as he glanced side long at Zoro. The man immediately chuckled before nodding.
"Absolutely."
"Good." Sanji huffed, scribbling a line through the various one's relating to bodily secretions that he really did not want to have to deal with. Not that he was one to judge others for their kinks, but after today's fiasco with Hogback he was kind of over dealing with other people's odd fetishes; thankfully Zoro seemed normal.
Well as normal as you could get in a Dom/Sub relationship.
As Sanji continued down the list he found a large portion of it was bondage related, most of which was just specific areas of the body that were allowed to be tied, as well as different styles and tools that could be allowed for bondage. After a very quick over view – once again ignoring the ones that were female oriented – he quickly circled 'YES' to all of the options, giving a varied rating for each.
Most ended up in the 4 to 5 range, though a few were marked lower as he was sort of unsure about how he felt about a couple of them. The next category was all about clothing, codes of dress, and things relating to stuff that you could possibly wear in and out of the bedroom. Most of it was pretty standard; asking about leather, lingerie, and the like. Some of it sounded vaguely like the stuff Zoro had mentioned about Master/Slave relationships...
"Clothing control?" Sanji wondered aloud, frowning in confusion before glancing up at Zoro.
"Kinda dipping into Master/Slave stuff there," Zoro shrugged, "But it's also considered a form of voyeurism. So if I were to buy a certain shirt that I wanted you to wear in public, you'd do it. That sort of thing."
Sanji raised a brow in interest before looking back down at the paper. It seemed like a rather timid kink to have, but then again he'd had girlfriends in the past that had worn a hoodie of his, and for some reason it had caused his libido to spike to levels that should not be possible due to a simple article of clothing. Smirking to himself he quickly circled 'YES' and put a 5, and decided to leave it up to Zoro if he wanted to have some fun with that.
Continuing past clothing, Sanji managed to get through another few sections before he noted the car had stopped and Zoro swiftly snatched back the booklet, throwing it into the back seat as he opened his car door, "C'mon, you can look at that thing later. We're here now and the sun is only up for so long!"
"Fine. Fine." Sanji conceded with a laugh, following Zoro's lead out of the car, taking a look around their surroundings for the first time since being in downtown Seattle. Judging from the mountains now towering before them they were somewhere near Mount Si and a quick glance around placed them in the parking lot of some wilderness excursion place.
"So, where are we?" Sanji cajoled, casting a curious glance at Zoro.
"Well, you seemed down after being stuck in retail all day, and I figure after being stuck in a mall the last place you'd want to be is inside a building. So, a hike." Zoro concluded with a grin, "Whiskey Peak Look Out."
Sanji raised an impressed brow as he glanced at Zoro, unable to stop the grateful look from gracing his features as he commended the man on his choice of date, "Not bad."
Zoro only rolled his eyes, "You gonna have your harem of idiots carry you up the mountain, Your Highness? Or do you think you can make a kilometre in your weakened state?"
Ignoring the blunt insult as a grin lit up his face excitedly, zipping his hoodie up a bit more securely before narrowing his eyes challengingly, "I'll beat you up there."
"You're on." Zoro responded quickly, locking the car before shoving the keys in his pocket as Sanji made his way to the other side of the car to stand beside the man.
"Alright." Sanji grinned, crouching low as his braced his feet readily in the gravel of the parking lot, "On your mark. Get set. GO!"
It started off fairly even as they both sprinted up the marked pathway, but when Sanji slipped a foot to casually trip him it escalated to full blown dirty fight to one up the other. Sanji managed to trip Zoro into some bushes before the green-haired neanderthal got him back by shoving him bodily into one of the sign posts. By the time they got to the marked look out they were breathless, more than a little beaten up, and panting too hard to even check out the view.
"I... won..." Sanji panted out heavily, bodily resting against the outer wall of the wooden lookout deck.
"Shut up." Zoro scoffed back breathlessly, "You know that's a bald-faced lie."
"Keep telling yourself that." Sanji snorted, finally straightening and making his way over to a more open area on the cliff side, finally taking in the view of skyline that they had come here to see in the first place.
Speaking of, it really was an astounding view of the city; the semi-twilight taking place already causing the streetlamps and apartments to come alive with light. Glittering dots hovering over a pool of shimmering black steel and concrete, making it seem more like a futuristic planet than some casual American city. Sanji sighed happily and flopped down onto the vegetation covering the ground, leaning back on his hands and taking it all in silence as Zoro eventually made his way over to sit next to him.
It lingered on a bit more as Sanji began to absently think about his day at work and the growing pit of doubt in his gut that had been ignited since his revelation that he was beginning to become uneasy with his scamming. It was something he'd always done, but after the realization that he had become so involved in this that he no longer felt comfortable around police, it was making him a little weary. Not to mention, thanks to Hogback, he was beginning to feel a bit less inclined to delve into the darker areas of people's lives.
His contemplation must've shown on his his face because Zoro finally broke the tranquil silence, "Something else is bothering you, huh?"
"Ah, it's just..." Sanji let out a frustrated sigh, not exactly sure on how to word his illegal situation to Zoro, "I like my job, but at the same time I think that maybe I need to take things more seriously or something..."
Sanji trailed off, not knowing how to continue without leading on to more than he was willing to share at the moment. But still, what he had said was true. It was getting to point that he was kind of considering scamming less; after Hogback he honestly wasn't up for dealing with any more surprise scandals. That and the fact that his past activities made him too frightened to go to the police was enough of a warning that perhaps it was time to get out while he was ahead.
"Are you happy with your job?" Zoro asked innocently, not at all questioning Sanji's sudden concern with his work as he watched Sanji carefully.
"Yeah, I'm pretty happy where I am." Sanji mused lightly, "I mean I get to sell tech all day, the pay is good, and the whole scene is really chill..."
"I'm sensing a 'but'?" Zoro pressed lightly.
"I dunno." Sanji grunted, dropping his head to run a hand through his hair in slight frustration. How was he able to explain to Zoro that he liked his job, but at the same time wanted to do it less illegally? "I just feel like maybe I should be starting to take my life more seriously and get a real job."
"Shut up." Zoro snorted loudly, the derisive tone causing Sanji to snap up to look at the man, brow creasing at the rude tone as Zoro continued, "You love what you do, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then stick with it." Zoro advised easily. "You obviously enjoy programming and computer tech; don't change that just because you feel it isn't good enough for other people." Zoro scowled, "Do it for yourself."
"Don't most doctors go into their profession for the money?" Sanji countered suspiciously, sending Zoro a shrewd glance.
"Sure. It's a perk." Zoro scoffed, "But I enjoy it more. I couldn't give two shits about the money. All that really matters is that I get to physically help people get back on their feet."
"Jeez. Alright. Now I know how people feel when they have an argument about their future job with their parents." Sanji chuckled playfully.
"Never fought with your parents about this?" Zoro jested lightly.
"Ah, don't have any." Sanji replied easily, wincing slightly at the notion that his reply was a bit too callous and easily made Zoro's words seem rude. Trying to recover he quickly shot out, "If you apologize I'll kick you off this cliff!"
Completely ignoring Sanji's warning, Zoro still offered a small wince of guilt as he muttered, "I'm sorry."
"I told you not to!" Sanji accused with an aggressively pointed finger before shrugging the whole thing off. "It's okay. I don't remember my father too well, so it wasn't like I really lost anything. And most foster families were decent, the bad one's just made me tougher."
"Still," Zoro countered with a serious tone, "I wish you didn't have to go through that."
"Ya know..." Sanji mused with a smirk, "For a lunkhead, you're surprisingly soft."
Zoro just narrowed his eyes at the comment, eyeing Sanji up shrewdly before shooting out a hand to shove immaturely in Sanji's face as he pushed Sanji back into the ground. Keeping him pinned childishly as Sanji fought back playfully, pinching at Zoro's arms as he tried to land a solid kick on the man. Eventually Zoro released him and Sanji remained lying back on the ground while Zoro inspected the bite mark on his hand.
"What were the foster families like?" he finally asked, wiping away Sanji's saliva with his sleeve and resting his hand back on the ground behind him.
"Eh, there were all pretty unremarkable." Sanji groused, "A few dickhead's too, most of them got what was coming to them though..."
"Really?" Zoro frowned disapprovingly, "What happened?"
Pushing himself back up, Sanji braced himself on his hands and eyed Zoro up slowly, noting how sincere the man's expression currently was. Usually he kept quite about a lot of this stuff, occasionally bring it up later on in relationships, but for some reason Zoro was just so easy to talk to. It might've had a lot to do with the fact that Zoro didn't exhibit any pity when talking to him.
"Okay, I had this one really weird family once." Sanji began tentatively, not entirely sure how to explain how odd the whole couple of months spent with them had been. "The first few months they were terrible. I hadn't really understood at the time that I could report them or any of the shit; so I had just let them get away with most of it."
"The woman was fairly nice, and by nice I mean she just didn't do anything, but I can't really blame her; he probably beat her too." Sanji trailed off morosely, "Anyway, he starved me, beat me whenever he got drunk – which was basically every day – and was generally just a jackass. Then one day he comes home from work with a broken wrist and acted like a kicked dog and hiding from me. It was a day later that I got put back into the system."
"Personally I think someone at work finally snapped at the asshole and beat the shit out of the dude." Sanji concluded with a cheeky grin, "Just wish I could meet the guy and shake his hand."
At first Zoro's expression was disapprovingly and clearly angered, before several thoughts seemed to pass through the man's mind until he eventually settled on an unspoken thought. A small smirk graced the corner of his mouth before it grew until Zoro was watching him with a full on adoring smile
"You're a good person."
The words hit Sanji right in the gut as every single illegal and unethical scam he had ever pulled off came crashing down on top of him in one fell swoop. Guilt cutting through him like a knife while he forced a thankful grin to Zoro through gritted teeth as he refrained from grimacing at just how wrong Zoro was. Zoro had the exactly opposite view of him; if only Zoro knew what he was really like.
After the first wave of guilt came a secondary wave as he thought about how important it had been to him about establishing a trust foundation with Zoro for this whole relationship. Despite wanting to be able to have complete credence with the man, here he was being lying and distrustful. He'd always known he was a bit of a hypocritical man, but coming from Zoro it made it feel a lot more real.
Zoro took his avoidance of eye contact and silence as a sign of embarrassment and just chuckled lightly at Sanji behaviour as the blond quickly decided to change conversation topics before he let some sort of dumb confession slip due to his guilt. "So, when did you start having your kink?"
"Hmm." Zoro pouted thoughtfully, not questioning Sanji's abrupt topic change as he gave a slow shrug, "I've had it as long as I can remember."
"Yeah, okay." Sanji waved the reply off, "But, like, when did you realize you had it?"
Zoro pondered the question for a long moment, leaving them both in the silence of the mountain top as a sudden breeze swept by and ruffled Sanji's clothes and hair; sending a flock of birds in a nearby tree into sudden flight, before it died down and a look of conclusion flashed across Zoro's face as he snapped his fingers in realization.
"Tenth grade." Zoro concluded suddenly, "Prom after-grad party. A buddy snuck me in and I got to fuck this hot senior. Some chick had cuffed his drunk ass to the pool table in the basement when he hit on her. Turned out that I was incredibly turned on by the cuffs, and he happened to want to experiment. Everything kind of just escalated from there..."
"Huh." Sanji huffed lightly, not exactly sure what he was expecting, but definitely not such a simple answer. As dumb as it was, he had ignorantly thought that perhaps most BDSM experiences were more intense than his had been, but it seemed all introductions into this community seemed to be relatively innocent.
"What about you?" Zoro countered.
"It's kinda stupid..." Sanji trailed off.
"I highly doubt that." Zoro countered with a strong stare, as though daring Sanji to contradict him. It was also a silent challenge that Zoro had shared his and that it was time for Sanji to own up to his side of the sharing session.
"Foster homes made me a bit of a control freak." Sanji explained casually, "And well... When it's taken away I find it kinda hot..."
If Zoro thought his explanation was odd, he didn't make any motion to show it, as he simply replied, "What made you realize?"
"Girlfriend and a whip." Sanji explained shortly. "Afterwards there were a few others, but none that… well..."
"Knew what they were doing?" Zoro offered with a chuckle.
"Yeah." Sanji nodded sagely, "Let's go with that."
At Zoro's short guffaw Sanji continued.
"I mean they were good at sex." Sanji stressed the last word, "But they had no clue really when it came to BDSM. Everything I've learned from you the past week has kinda made me realize just how clueless I am about everything."
"Y'know," Zoro mused with a soft smile, "as clueless as you are, I'm really enjoying it. Taking it slow, teaching you everything, building up the tension; makes it feel fresh and new..."
Once again, that familiar teenage embarrassment was beginning to rise and he glanced away from the man quickly, scowling through a pout at his inability to look Zoro in the face when he said things like that. A sly glance to side had it confirmed that Zoro was still watching him, though now sporting a more smug grin as he watched Sanji struggle with his embarrassment.
Scowl deepening he muttered, "As long as we're sharing stories; I told you a stupid story about being a kid." Sanji quickly shot out, "You have to tell me one!"
Brow risingin slight confusion, Zoro assessed Sanji a moment before giving in; glancing out at the city as he seemed to be contemplating a story to tell. After a moment Zoro gave soft chuckle and he turned back to Sanji, "Alright. I got one."
"One time when I was little I tried to run away from home." Zoro recalled with a grin already playing at his lips, "I wasn't allowed to cross the street though so I just kept going around the block. I'd ended up running in a circle for half the day before finally giving up cause I had gotten hungry."
Sanji's mind immediately offered up the memory of the man getting lost down that side street the other night and he was soon on his back, rolling in the dirt laughing. The first few cackles were fine, until his tensing stomach had his laughter quickly transforming into gasped, chortles of help. Wanting to stop laughing so that the pain could cease, but continually picturing a young Zoro running around the block endlessly trying to run away from home was priceless.
"Ow! Ow!" Sanji gasped through his laughter, "Ah! It hurts, damn it!"
"What hurts?" Zoro grunted, leaning over him with an interested look, but at the same time thoroughly disgruntled by Sanji's mockery.
"S-stomach." Sanji snickered, laughter finally dying down as he stared up at the man currently leaning over top of him, "Stiff from yesterday."
"Hold still." Zoro waved an aloof hand at Sanji as his eyes fell to Sanji's midriff, hand already coming up to splay across Sanji's stomach in a professional hold. Fingers testing along the out ridges of his abdominals, pressing into certain pressure points that immediately had Sanji moaning softly at the relieving sensation.
Sanji was still astounded by how dexterous Zoro was with his hands, the gentle preciseness of his movements completely contradicting his hulking and clumsy appearance. It seemed like he would most likely have rough, fumbling hands and wouldn't very well have much skill controlling his strength, but instead it was the exact opposite. Despite his strong figure, his hands held a carefulness that was foreign, yet perfectly controlled.
Callouses were still present, but as Zoro's fingers continued to work at the muscle groups and nerve endings, massaging away some of the pain he had been feeling earlier that day, he had to commend Zoro's skill. Though, despite how good it felt, it was beginning to get harder and harder to ignore the fact that Zoro was blatantly feeling him up. Zoro's expression however, proved that he was currently working with a diligence and cautiousness that stated he was taking the whole thing entirely seriously.
As Zoro's large hand continued to work down his torso pleasantly, his thumb brushed down his navel in an adoring little caress that had Sanji melting on the inside. Biting the inside of his cheek he sent another glance up at Zoro's face to find him once more annoyingly emotionless in his work.
Scowling impatiently he decided to act, knocking Zoro's hand aside swiftly as he aggressively caught his foot behind Zoro's knee. Twisting his grip sharply so that he was now gripping Zoro's shirt, he tugged hard and pulled himself up and pulling his leg back sharply at the same time; effectively throwing Zoro back on his rear as Sanji threw a leg over Zoro's seated form and placed himself securely in the man's lap. Keeping Zoro's shirt locked tight in his grip, he let his other wander up to cup the man's strong jaw, and brushed a thumb across the tan skin in small adoration. Finally able to feel that skin he'd been day dreaming about for the past week.
Just as Sanji's lips were about to press against Zoro's, the man diverted his path and instead nuzzled his face into the crook of Sanji's neck. Chin now resting on Zoro's shoulder, Sanji couldn't stop himself from pouting angrily at the man's obviously avoidant behaviour.
"You're a tease." Sanji stated with no restraint in his obvious annoyance.
"Mm." Zoro grunted in agreement as his hands came up to run possessive trails up Sanji's back before wrapping around him tightly, pinning Sanji in Zoro's lap and effectively causing Sanji to stop breathing in his excitement. Just like in his dream those hot lips were near his ear as Zoro muttered, "You're gonna be a disobedient little sub, aren't you?
The whispered words had Sanji whinging unabashedly in want, before replying bitingly, "Damn straight."
"I look forward to it." Zoro hummed in approval, one arm releasing to lower and run a caressing hand down Sanji's side, thumb flicking across his ribs in teasing sweeps, "It'll be fun trying to break you."
Whimpering at the words, Sanji tightened his arms to almost painful levels as he began to feel heat pooling in his gut. Another gentle stroke from Zoro's hand had Sanji squirming as he whined, "Can I at least get a kiss?"
"No." Zoro shot back through a grin, the word causing Sanji to bodily deflate as he rested his forehead against Zoro's shoulder in defeat.
Shoulder's slumping as he muttered into the fabric of his shirt, "Damn you."
"Trust me." Zoro grunted with a small squeeze, "I kinda really wanna make out with you too."
"What's stopping you?" Sanji huffed childishly, turning his head to press his lips gently to Zoro's neck, but not daring to try anything else. Being a bit too bold might make Zoro throw him out of his lap completely, and after finally getting here Sanji didn't want to be removed too quickly.
"The hunt is always more exciting..."
Sanji shivered at the words, arms tightening in a desperate grip as he concluded that Zoro was going to make him truly go insane with this teasing. Despite how excited the build up was making him, he wasn't sure he was even going to last until the start of the game. Grumbling quietly to himself he willed away the heat pooling in his gut and decided that Zoro could be the hunter, but he damned well wasn't going to make it easy on the man to win the hunt on his own terms.
TBC...
A/N:
[1]
The Booklet
Equipment
Tools
Anal Beads
Anal Plugs
Small
Large
Public
Catheterization (Sounding)
Chastity Belt
Clamps
Clothespins
Cock Ring
Gates of Hell
Clothespins
Dildos
Strap-On
Sucking on
Penetrated by
Wearing
Gags
Cloth
Rubber
Tape
Phallic
Inflated
Guns
Hairbrush
Hot Oil/Wax
Genitals
Body
Face
Ice Cubes
Injections
Knives
Pony Gear
Mouth Bits
Riding Crops
Speculums
Vibrator
Weights
Parachute
Whips
Wooden Paddles
Restraints
Arm & Leg Sleeves
Chains
Cuffs
Leather
Metal
Harnessing
Leather
Rope
Manacles & Irons
Straight Jackets
Spreader Bars
Clothing Control
Collars
Private
Public
Corsets
Wearing
Waist Reduction
Gas Masks
Hoods
Leather
Lingerie
Rubber/Latex (Spandex)
Sleepsacks
Slutty
Private
Public
Symbolic Jewelry
Uniforms
Worship (Clothing)
Boots
Heels
Specify:
Structures
Cages
Cells/Closets
Rack
Riding Horse
Saint Andrews Cross
Stock
Stretchers
Table Play
Whipping Post
Discipline
Sensory Deprivation
Aromas
Asphyxiation (Breath Control, Choking)
Blindfolds
Eye Contact Restrictions
Speech Restrictions
Touch Restrictions
Bondage
Light
Heavy
Multi-Day
Public/Under Clothing
Breast/Chest
Ankles
Wrists
Legs
Arms
Throat
Immobilization
Japanese Rope Bondage (Shibari)
Saran Wrapping
Suspension
Upright
Inverted
Horizontal
Marking
Branding
Knife Scarification
Burn Scarification
Piercing
Temporary
Permanent
Tattooing
Pain
Mild
Severe
Abrasion
Beating
Soft
Hard
Biting
Caning
Cutting
Gun Play
Hair Pulling
Hypnotism
Ice Play
Electricity
Violet Wand
TENS Unit
Fire Play
Flogging
Light
Heavy
Knife Play
Kneeling
Licking
Spanking/Slapping
Over-The-Knee
Face
Body (Specify Where)
Scratching
Giving
Receiving
Strapping
Teasing
Tickling
Water Torture
Wrestling
Sex
Anal Sex
Blow Jobs
Giving
Receiving
Competitions
Double Penetration
Exhibitionism
Friends
Strangers
Forced
Homosexuality
Masturbation
Nudity
Private
Public
Servitude
Smoking
Genital Sex
Given Away to another Dom
Temporary
Permanently
Hand Jobs
Giving
Receiving
Harems
Humiliation
Private
Public
Verbal
Physical
Orgasm Denial
Outdoor Sex
Partners
Supplying
Swapping
Swinging
Phone Sex
Rimming
Sexual Deprivation
Short term
Long term
Swallowing (Semen)
Triple Penetration
Vaginal Sex
Video
Watching
Recordings
Voyeurism
Roleplay
Age Play
Animal Roles
Bestiality
Chauffeuring
Exercise
Forced
Required
Fantasy
Abandonment
Rape
Gang-rape
Fear
Housework
Initiation Rites
Infantilism
Interrogations
Kidnapping
Medical Scenes
Prison Scenes
Prostitution
Actual
Pretend
Pony Slave
Punishment Scene
Religious Scenes
Rituals
Serving as;
Art
Ashtray
Furniture
Maid
Waitress
Skinny Dipping
Standing in corner
Body Worship
Erotic Dance
Examinations
Homage (Worship with Tongue)
Foot
Boot
Cock
Body (Specify)
Massage
Giving
Receiving
Modelling (for Photos)
Shaving
Body Hair
Head hair
Waxing
