[The relief smooths both ways, his own mind eased to discover that this young man has no intentions of going any further than the basics of what is required for the game — a fact that remains puzzling in his own mind. Dominant, submissive... the definition of words are self-explanatory, but how do they translate as roles in something so intimate? To him, it seems to be an exchange of control.
That consideration makes his skin prickle cold, only confirmed by the question. He looks down at that hand and hesitates — yet eventually he goes through with it stiffly, slipping fingers into the offered hold. He can feel the warmth of it through his gloves.]
Sunday. [Will Genya be the first to make fun of his name...] And yours?
[He follows, towed toward the private rooms with no small amount of apprehension. But there is a gentleness to this stranger's approach, a disarming directness at odds with those rough, scarred features.]
It sounds like you're very familiar with this place. You must be an older guest.
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That consideration makes his skin prickle cold, only confirmed by the question. He looks down at that hand and hesitates — yet eventually he goes through with it stiffly, slipping fingers into the offered hold. He can feel the warmth of it through his gloves.]
Sunday. [Will Genya be the first to make fun of his name...] And yours?
[He follows, towed toward the private rooms with no small amount of apprehension. But there is a gentleness to this stranger's approach, a disarming directness at odds with those rough, scarred features.]
It sounds like you're very familiar with this place. You must be an older guest.