Gareth certainly had a lot of surprises about him and Tim learned this not only by watching him make them a batch of freshly made scotch eggs, but also by the box that he had pulled out from under his couch and allowed him to look into, his cheeks blushing faintly as he went to go and cook before Tim opened the box.
"What the fuck?!"
Gareth winced despite himself at Tim's sudden confused outburst and he said nothing as he started to boil the eggs before getting the small deep fryer ready.
Tim looked in the box with wide eyes and slowly he took out a red rubber ball gag and he looked at Gareth with raised eyebrows.
Gareth could feel Tim's eyes on him as he wrapped the hard boiled eggs in sausage meat, but he refused to turn around until he was done with this step.
"Gareth?" Tim asked softly, slowly removing handcuffs, a paddle, rope, a blindfold, and a collar with a leash attached from the box.
"Let me finish the eggs first." Gareth said over his shoulder, hoping that Tim would agree so that he had some time to think up an excuse for his fetish.
Tim could do nothing but agree and he sighed as he looked at the objects in question.
He could see faint teeth marks on the ball and he shook his head, but the image of Gareth on his knees with it shoved into his mouth made him aroused and he blushed and coughed as he quickly put them back into the box.
When the eggs were finished, Gareth put them into a bowl and then quietly walked over, sitting down beside Tim as he held the bowl out to him, taking an egg for himself.
Tim did not say anything while they ate and Gareth found that he rather liked that. It burned a little when he swallowed, and he grimaced slightly, only eating two eggs.
Once the eggs were gone, Gareth quickly got up to clean the bowl when Tim caught him by his wrist.
"You're going to explain this." He said. Gareth looked down at the ground and hesitated before he then sat down beside him.
"Well?" Tim asked. Gareth shrugged, lightly touching the bruises on his neck as he looked at his toys currently in Tim's possession.
"I…I like being the submissive." He admitted.
"I can tell." Tim snorted softly. "I just figured that you wouldn't be into that sort of thing since…"
He shrugged a bit and started to wring his hands, afraid that Tim would want to leave now.
"I…I'm not perverted." He said helplessly. He flinched when Tim rested a hand on his cheek and he looked over at him in faint confusion before their lips met again.
They kissed deeply, Gareth's lower lip starting to hurt when it finally finished and he was vaguely surprised to find that it was bleeding a little bit again.
"Does that mean you do everything the other person tells you to do?" Tim whispered softly, his voice starting to sound husky as their lips connected again.
Gareth licked Tim's lips when they parted and he nodded.
"Of course I do." He whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Tim smiled at this and slowly his hands slid up the front of Gareth's shirt and once he found his nipples, the other man shuddered in pleasure, closing his eyes as Tim teased them into points before taking a firm hold and twisting them.
Gareth flinched and yelped softly, and he leaned forward to kiss Tim again when the man placed a few fingers on his lips.
"Take off your clothes for me first."
Gareth smiled at the order and he nodded, kissing his fingers.
"Yes, master." He purred.