(BL) Taming the Field Guide

Staring at Sergei’s list, Brent did agree that things could get rather extreme easily if they weren’t careful. Lots of the stuff that Sergei had tried, on himself or with others, were related to blood and bruising and hurt. Sergei’s mention of long-term bruising probably referred to places like his face which now that Brent was thinking of it, he wasn’t comfortable with.

He didn’t mind cutting up the man, but slapping him? Hitting him like that? Yeah, that made his stomach roll.

"I think we might have to disagree on the harming part." Brent said and felt Sergei’s eyes sharpen.

"How so?" He asked and Brent gave a soft sigh.

"I can probably cut you, but hitting you? Punching you? Off the table." Brent said firmly. "It makes my stomach roll and if I crossed that line I feel like I wouldn’t be better than my family." Sergei’s eyes widened and he nodded, quickly reaching out his hand to cross it off.

"I’m fine with that. I like it, but I would rather do what makes you comfortable. I would never, ever want to make you uncomfortable, and it’s not like that’s one of my main ones." Sergei said. Brent caught that, narrowing his eyes as he realised that while he did have a lot listed, none were starred or picked out as his favourites. Brent hummed.

"Okay. I want you to point out the ones that are in your top five and if we don’t come to an agreement on them, we’ll table it for now and come back to it. It’s not like we can get into an argument about it and back out of this relationship. I won’t let you." Brent told him. It had started light, but as soon as the words had left Brent’s lips he had immediately regretted that he’d said them.

He did mean it when he said that they would table it. There was no way that Sergei was getting away from him. Brent was too invested, too much in love with him, he just worried that Sergei would find his words and his backtracking as unattractive. He shouldn’t have worried.

Sergei, when Brent met his eyes, looked like he was melting.

"You really like me that much?" Sergei asked and Brent swallowed.

"Would I allow you to," Brent looked down at Sergei’s maybe list, "bareback me, Captain Volkov? I don’t think so. I had a strict no barebacking policy before you. It’s practically a marriage thing. You’re locked in now." Brent warned. He worried Sergei wouldn’t take him seriously, but when the man gave him a big, goofy smile and leaned in for a kiss, Brent wasn’t quite sure how to respond.

"You’re so cute when you’re possessive. Nothing like how I feel when I am." Sergei whispered against Brent’s lips. Brent felt light-headed.

"I assure you, this isn’t me being possessive. While we could bicker about this for days, I don’t exactly want to get into a fight with an Esper about possessiveness." Brent said dryly. Sergei laughed. He kissed Brent again, his kiss forceful, before he pulled back with a sigh.

"Give me a moment. I might group things together so that it’s easier to see what I mean. Lots of these...I was just being technical for technicalities sake." Sergei muttered and Brent wasn’t surprised. Sergei had been showing off his knowledge and Brent liked that he could. Brent didn’t mind having things explained to him when the person doing it wasn’t being rude or condescending. He’d been on the front lines with Kellen. He knew what the difference was.

Sergei focused, drawing little groups and putting little numbers by things. Brent did his best not to steal glances but he did notice that one of the maybe’s was on the list, he just didn’t read which one or where the placement.

Brent knew that his list wouldn’t really matter. Sergei was the freakier of the two of them when it came to kinks. Brent was insatiable, but Sergei had some things to unpack. That was fine. As long as Sergei had a good time and Brent didn’t feel like he was abusing his partner, he had a feeling he could go along with pretty much anything.

"I’m done." Sergei said, drawing Brent’s attention towards his list. Some were unsurprising. Brent should have guessed knife play would be in the top five. The man was a Captain who spent most of his time on the front lines. At least Sergei had clarified in brackets that he didn’t mean stabbing, but thin lines that drew blood. It was the pain he was after, not the shock.

Brent also wasn’t surprised that he had written piercings down and that it was on the list. It was...tame in comparison to the things that Brent expected from him, but he’d ask him about it after. Did Sergei want him to get some piercings? He wasn’t opposed, but it did mean that it needed some more clarification.

Edging wasn’t something that Brent was familiar with. He knew what it was, but he’d never done it. It seemed like a waste, in his opinion, and he wasn’t a guy who needed to worry about it. He’d always used condoms and he could get it up way more than other men.

Brent could also gather what free use might mean, but the last one was pretty broad. He’d circled a bunch of them and just wrote pain and humiliation. There were still a lot of kinks that were excluded outside of the circles and boxes that he’d drawn. Humiliation, cock rings, he’d written a lot of stuff down as things he’d tried and was okay with and things that he wanted to try.

All that really told him was that Sergei was down to try anything.

"Free use...does that mean what I think it means?" Brent asked, turning to Sergei. Sergei’s cheeks were pink.

"Yeah. Um, it’s not about a lack of consent, more that it is implied. We’d decide times and spaces where it would be allowed, but...yes. Free use means that." Sergei said, then slid his gaze to Brent. "It was why I said you never had to worry about jerking off. I truly mean it when I say I am fine helping you." Sergei told him. Brent’s face warmed. That was what he hadn’t tried, and from what Brent could tell, that just meant that he hadn’t had someone to try it with.

Brent’s chest tightened. Good. He didn’t like thinking about Sergei doing some of these things with others, but he knew that was just the possessive nature he’d suppressed until Sergei reared its head. He would deal with those feelings on his own since he didn’t want to burden Sergei with them. He would have told Sergei if he wasn’t worried that the man might blame himself.

He didn’t want that. Erasing sexual history wasn’t possible, and Brent didn’t really care. He was just being silly.

"I don’t think I have any issues with any of these." Brent said. "Then again, we’d have to go through them one by one and confirm what you meant when you wrote them down. However, again, I want to make sure you understand that I won’t be hitting you, not with my hand, okay? I think I’d be okay with spanking, probably, but it’d be tools or something like that. I’ve seen the whips and the weird paddles on sites and in stores before." Brent said. Sergei’s eyes widened.

"Whatever’s fine, Brent. Truly. I just...I would rather be honest about my desires than lie to you about them." Sergei said. "I don’t want to start this relationship on the wrong foot and have you think that I’m something I’m not." Brent agreed, which only made him more glad that Sergei suggested having this conversation in the first place.

"Were we not going to have this conversation then?" Brent asked and Sergei flushed.

"I was originally waiting until we got back to the city but...you said you wanted my cum inside of you and then everything spiraled from there." Sergei admitted. Brent chuckled, leaning towards the man until his head hit his shoulder. Sergei squeezed his thigh again and Brent let out a low sigh.

"I see that I rushed it, but I’m not upset. I had a feeling you had some intense desires, but I’m glad it’s not something that I feel overwhelmed just by reading the words on paper. Mine seem tame in comparison." Brent said, gesturing to his list. Sergei let out a dry laugh.

"Being tied to the bed and forced to orgasm does sound like something you would like, zaichonok." Sergei said, before he let out another laugh. "And it is rather tame compared to what I wrote down." Sergei said.

"Yes. Forgive me that I didn’t know what free use was. I’ll make sure to read up like Kellen does." Brent snorted at his own joke while Sergei just shook his head. "I have some questions, is it okay if I ask them? We should probably eat something before that though since I’m already feeling it from the one glass of wine." Brent said. Sergei was moving before Brent could say anything else.

"What can I get you, zaichonok?" Sergei asked. It almost made Brent laugh.

No where, not even once, did Sergei put down on there being submissive or anything like that. He didn’t consider this submission, and damn, if that wasn’t sexy. Brent smiled.

"Whatever you want. I’m pretty stuffed myself." Brent said with a wink and watched as Sergei’s gaze widened, his eyes unintentionally dipped downwards, and his face burned.

"Brent Jameson." Sergei scolded and Brent grinned, unrepentant.

"What? Is it a lie?" Brent teased and Sergei glowered at him.

"Pick out a food you’d like. You’re hungry, let me feed you." All this talk of kinks was getting Brent in the mood and having Sergei growl at him about wanting to take care of him was only making it worse. He didn’t push it, however.

His body was pretty sore and the wine was affecting him. Sergei was right.

~

While they waited for their food they had a rather serious discussion about what their kinks meant and how Sergei wanted to introduce them. Brent was fairly open to anything outside of what he’d said no to. Sergei said that he would like to implement free use when they were in their home. Currently, that would be Brent’s apartment, but he could understand if Brent wasn’t comfortable with that.

People did respect their privacy, but at the same time they might barge in if they thought something was happening that could be a danger to Brent, but wasn’t. Brent appreciated the consideration. Brent didn’t want to get knife play or most of the pain related things started while they were here. That was for his own peace of mind.

This was not their home, he didn’t want anyone to be able to rat him out about what he was getting up to to the higher ups. That being Aunt Dina, Henry and Ellie. Sergei seemed a little disappointed, but agreed with his words. That was fair, and they both had an image to maintain.

That being said, Sergei had already brought a small kit into their rooms and Brent was up to experimenting with it. He saw the collar, saw the leash and also saw what looked like a riding crop in the velvet-lined box as well. Brent could figure something out to satisfy his man, even if it might not be what he was expecting.

On the other hand, Sergei was more than happy to make Brent’s dreams come true here. It was something easy he could achieve, and they didn’t have to do it just once. The hardest part, in Sergei’s opinion, was milking Brent dry, but he’d manage. His happy smile made Brent blush like a virgin. The man meant his words, and damn, Brent was worried.

He confirmed that Sergei liked edging in all capacities, and while he liked getting himself pierced, he was absolutely not opposed to Brent piercing himself either. He even pointed out that Brent would look stunning with a belly button piercing. Brent agreed, he would look stunning, but what was better was that he got some clarity.

Now it was time to eat, get some sleep, and plot how to make sure Sergei could not live without him.