(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Sergei shot it down.

Not because he didn’t want to, but he was worried about how Brent’s body would handle it. He had a better suggestion though, and to Brent’s surprise, he found out that Sergei had brought a collection of sex toys with him when he’d travelled across the ocean.

Sergei had dried Brent off, wrapped him up in a towel and carried him to the bed. He’d then turned to his luggage, two rather large pieces before opening one and pulling out a smaller, sleek black box with a lock on it. Brent hadn’t seen it before and once Sergei opened it, Brent knew why.

Brent stared at the small luggage, stunned at the red velvet-lined box that he’d brought. It was clear he’d brought a bit of everything and put it in the box, but that wasn’t all. They were a matching set. All black, all pretty, so Sergei had had this all custom done. For Brent. Brent was surprised that he hadn’t brought it up before now.

It was clear what Sergei was suggesting after Brent had said that he wanted to keep him inside of him forever. It was the gem studded butt plug in various sizes. What was rather alarming was the shade of the gem.

It was green, like Brent’s eyes.

Brent slid a suspicious look towards Sergei and watched as the man looked away.

"Those aren’t real gems, are they?" Brent asked, completely serious. Sergei coughed.

"I would never do that." Sergei said and Brent relaxed. He shouldn’t have. "Gems the shade of green that your eyes are can sometimes be poisonous. I would never risk your health like that." Brent reached out and gently punched his shoulder. Sergei didn’t budge.

"Don’t you ever say something so scary like that again." Brent warned. "Gems on butt plugs? Are you serious? Just get me a fucking collar like a normal person." Brent muttered darkly.

"Did you...want me to do that?" Sergei asked, sounding confused. "I didn’t think that was something you liked. That’s why I went with some of the more basic toys and common items for the chest. I know that you like to experiment, but I wasn’t sure how far. Did you want me to get you one?" Sergei asked and Brent scowled.

"It was a joke. Lots of Guides used to get collars with gems on it. They would then use those gems as funds to escape their partners." Brent said and felt Sergei stiffen beside him.

"Brent, I’m sorry, I didn’t-" Brent waved off Sergei’s distress easily. He knew the man meant well, which was why he didn’t know about that little bit of history. It was more common in his hometown than it was Sergei’s, so that was probably why he was unfamiliar with it.

He was also an Esper, and that wasn’t a mark for or against him right now.

Brent sighed, staring at the black, sleek toys, probably in the best grade silicon that money could buy, and stared at the three sizes of butt plugs. Given what Sergei had just pounded him with, the first two were out of the question. So, Brent reached for the last one and looked over at Sergei.

"Are you going to help me put it in?" Brent asked, fluttering his blonde lashes. He watched as Sergei swallowed thickly.

"Of course, zaichonok. Anything for you." He whispered hoarsely and Brent smiled. At least he wasn’t upset anymore.

~

Sergei ordered the wine to be delivered to their rooms after they had put in the plug. It had taken Brent a little bit to get used to it, but he didn’t mind it. It wasn’t that uncomfortable and surprisingly, Brent kind of liked it.

It was like wearing a piece of jewelry from Sergei and it made him feel...comforted.

Sergei very much liked it, especially after he admitted that he had kind of thought they would be used on him. Brent’s eyes had sparkled at that.

He’d then suggested that at a later point, they could try that. They could both wear a butt plug and think about each other all day. Brent loved the idea of stoic, serious Sergei going about his day full of Brent’s cum and trying to hide it.

From the way that Sergei turned red, he seemed to like the idea as well. Brent saved the feelings he had about the butt plug and what it felt like for him to wear it for later. He wasn’t hiding his feelings from Sergei, but the mood was already good. They’d just calmed down after literally milking each other.

Brent had a sneaking suspicion he might be sans the butt plug if he said what he was feeling right now.

So, he let himself grow cozy. He pulled on a loose-fitting pair of pajama pants and a baggy sweater. If he put on anything tighter his skin ached. Sergei didn’t even look remorseful as he saw Brent’s red and marked shoulders. He instead stared at them like they were meant to be there.

Freak.

Brent made sure to smirk at Sergei every time he caught him staring and that only made Sergei more flustered.

Brent did find moving a bit...strange. The butt plug rubbed in places he wasn’t used to and when he felt the cum jostle around in his guts? Oh, that was a strange feeling. One he wanted to experience, but very, very strange.

Brent hadn’t used butt plugs, ever. He hadn’t needed to. He’d been experimental as a teen and his sex drive had been a problem even then. He’d graduated well past the point of using them and while he had suggested them to sex partners he’d had before, none had taken him up on it.

As he’d said before, Sergei was the only man he’d ever let cum in him. He’d always used condoms before. This was all brand new to him, and embarrassingly, he probably needed to tell him that. He didn’t want any more strangeness because they hadn’t communicated properly.

He waited to say it until Sergei was on the couch with him, two glasses of wine in his hands, and the t.v. remote was within both of their reach.

Sergei handed Brent his glass of wine and then nestled himself against Brent’s side. His arm lazily resting behind him on the couch.

"Sergei." Brent began and Sergei smiled at him.

"Yes, zaichonok? Is something wrong?" He asked and Brent shook his head. He frowned at the glass of wine in his hand, wondering how to say this.

"No no, nothing wrong, I’m just...trying to think of a way to say this right now. I don’t want there to be any more confusion or miscommunication between us." Brent told him. Sergei watched him, his eyes soft as he stared down at the Guide.

"Ah. I see. Take your time then, I can wait." Sergei told him generously and Brent swallowed.

"I’ve...never let another man cum in me." Brent told him. "I’ve also never worn butt plugs, or really used sex toys. I’ve known of them, I’ve suggested them, but I’ve never had a partner long enough to actually need them. Most of my sexual experience is just a quick one and done, a good time, and then both parties leave satiated and satisfied." Brent told him. "Now, that doesn’t mean I’m ignorant to things. I’ve helped someone with tying up another person, but I’ve never really branched out like that." Brent chuckled. "It was pretty funny that Kellen asked me for help when it came to selecting toys for him and Rhys, but I never told him that. Where would we have bought sex toys on the front lines, anyways?" Brent joked.

He heard Sergei choke next to him, and worried, Brent put down his glass of wine and turned to him, his hand rising to his chest. Sergei was coughing, loudly, his face turning red as he stared at Brent.

"Are you alright?" He asked and Sergei nodded, but it took him a moment to gather himself.

"Brent, you’ve had, I’m sorry, my mind is racing. You’ve had guiding sex this whole time?" He asked and Brent blinked.

"Not just guiding sex, but yes. As I said, I don’t really form bonds with them outside of friendship, so...I don’t really experiment with them." Brent told him bluntly. Sergei stared at him for a moment, his eyes in turmoil.

"I...I never would have guessed." Sergei told him bluntly and Brent laughed.

"It’s my confidence, isn’t it?" Brent asked and Sergei swallowed.

"If I’m honest, yes, it is." Sergei’s eyes scanned Brent, how serene he was, and calm. His face flushed.

"I didn’t go too far, did I?" Sergei asked, now worrying about something else entirely. Brent laughed.

"You would have known. I’m not exactly quiet when I don’t like something, Sergei." Brent told him and Sergei seemed to relax.

"I...I won’t lie and say I’m not interested in the more extreme side of things. I mean..." Sergei made a vague gesture to his body and Brent laughed. "Are you going to be okay with that? I don’t want to-" Brent squeezed the pec under his hands, feeling the piercing under the palm of his hand.

"Sergei, when you were inside of me I was thinking about how I’d be able to convince you to change out the jewelry you were wearing for something with chains I could grab onto. Does that sound like someone who is against it?" Brent asked and watched as colour rose on Sergei’s cheeks. He glanced down for a moment.

"No, it doesn’t. I’m just...nothing? Really?" Sergei asked, seeming shocked. "And Brent, there is always a way to get what you need on the front lines." Sergei promised. Brent snorted.

"I wasn’t willing to look if there was one, and I was usually doing quickies. Just simple things to take the edge off. Kellen and I worked like dogs to gain recognition. I didn’t believe in Kellen’s ’hand holding is the best way to guide’ mentality, but he was right about time, that’s for sure." Brent admitted.

Sergei stared at him.

"What about when you went into town?" He asked and Brent shrugged.

"I rarely did. I was usually forced to go by the D.E.C. Didn’t want to run into anyone who might know me." Brent told him and Sergei’s face dropped.

"So this...is new to you?" He confirmed and Brent nodded, smiling.

"But I like it." Brent told him. "Really. It feels like you’re still inside me." Brent said with a grin. Sergei swore under his breath in his language.

"I feel like I’m feeding a monster the others warned me about." Sergei muttered. "Come here, zaichonok. I need to feel you in my arms for a moment."