[ the hullabaloo of badou's entrance into the bedroom is something tseng watches from the bed, one eyebrow lifted in witness of the indignance, followed by the bargaining, followed by the sulky resignation to his fate. three whole stages of grief right there, and tseng had a front row seat to all of them. the newcomer reminds tseng of reno in some ways, loudmouth redhead with a smoking habit, and that alone is enough to make him feel just the tiniest bit of kinship. ]

Behavioral conditioning, [ tseng says. ] It's negative reinforcement. Be a good boy and you won't get punished.

[ for his part at least, tseng knows plenty of people who get off on being a good boy... but that's neither here nor there. (and he is certainly reading into it!) the manspread doesn't bother him, but the comment does earn a brief twitch of tseng's lips, as if amused by the suggestion. ]

How generous. [ badou could just as easily boss tseng around. he wonders whether the willingness to let tseng choose their activity is a sign of laziness, of service top-hood, or simply a general unfamiliarity with d/s dynamics. ] I like toys, giving oral sex, and spanking. Giving, usually, but I'm not against receiving. I don't like being eaten out and I would rather not be fully restrained. You can tie my wrists if you like, though.