[Huaisang answers with a pleased sound, rumbling around Javert's cock. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive underside of the head, pleased to be able to enjoy his husband from a new angle.
His legs shift a little, hips lifting instinctively as his cock hardens. Urging Javert a little deeper, Huaisang hollows his cheeks around him, making a few more little noises of pleasure. He catches Javert's hand, moving it to the side of his neck, wanting a little bit of help and support for his neck.]
( Javert's hand is quite large, wrapping around the side of Huaisang's neck and further, his fingers wrapping around his nape as the other man slides him further into his mouth. It's impossible for him not to whine, his cock jumping in Huaisang's mouth as he sucks and hums with pleasure around him. Javert's gaze near strays from him, looking down at his husband with wonder and with a soft pumping of his hips.
He doesn't want to overwhelm him, knowing that Huaisang's mouth is not quite the size to take him comfortably. So he eases into him, sliding his cock between his lips as slowly and inexorably as he can, watching his husband carefully for any signs of discomfort. )
[Huaisang moans and whimpers when he can, noises silenced as Javert's cock nestles against the back of his throat and then resuming as his husband pulls back again. He helps urge him forward and back with the lightest of signals, fingers against Javert's hips curling slightly to pull him forward and pressing back to get him to withdraw, barely a twitch of his fingers but clear enough as a signal, and Huaisang knows that Javert is always alert to the lightest of commands from him.
He shakes his head a bit as he pulls Javert forward again, trying to relax his jaw and throat. He pushes him back again, all the way out, so Huaisang can breathe and swallow and lick his lips, then pulls him forward once more, trying again, then again, until finally his throat accepts the intrusion and lets Javert slide in deeper, not quite to the hilt but nearly. Huaisang holds him there for a moment, his own cock aching with desire, then pushes him back again, panting softly to recover.]
( Javert doesn't fuck into him with very much force, his cock sliding in ever so slowly, not moving at all unless Huaisang tells him to. He knows his husband doesn't like the roughness quite as much as he does, and Javert is not at all in the mood to be brutal even if he was.
He breathes heavily, panting as if he is trying to catch his breath, his body shuddering and cock throbbing as it slides down Huaisang's throat. )
That's it. You're doing very well.
( He praises, echoing Huaisang's soft noises of pleasure as his cock slides out and then back in. )
[Huaisang groans as Javert slides out again, letting himself get lost in the slow rhythm of it, the feeling of being so totally filled. He flicks his tongue over the head of Javert's cock again as he eases back, wanting to capture the taste of him before it escapes and drips down the back of his throat.
His free hand reaches down to grasp his own cock, squeezing to give himself some warmth and sensation but not otherwise letting himself get distracted. He needs to focus on the pattern of his breath, on keeping the rhythm and keeping his throat relaxed.
( He's not the only one feeling a little bit overwhelmed — Javert is of the same mind, shuddering every time his cock slides all the way inside his husband's mouth, moaning as his tongue teases the head. The sight of him spread out on the bed is enrapturing, dressed in nothing but soft fabric and jewels, touching himself as he brings his husband to pleasure. Javert falls into a bit of a slow rhythm, thrusting in as far as Huaisang can take him before granting him relief. )
You won't make a mess of the bed, will you? It is Christmas tomorrow. I want you to swallow every drop so I won't have to change the sheets.
[Huaisang pinches Javert's hip for that, a sharp reprimand for his disrespect. He doesn't care about this 'Christmas' holiday, and is willing to make Javert change the sheets for no reason other than his own pleasure. Is he really in the mood for this color of bedspread today? He suddenly has some doubts. It would be unacceptable for it to clash with his lovely new cloak, after all.
He's a little tempted to push Javert back and scold him properly, but he's too pleased with his gift and this position, the satisfaction of fitting Javert fully down his throat, with Javert's balls bumping against his nose. A pinch is enough, and he's willing to continue, though he won't be surprised if Javert takes that reprimand more seriously.]
( Javert makes a sudden, surprised noise of pain, his hips stilling against Huaisang's mouth as he tries to comprehend what he just did. He trembles a little, suddenly feeling very guilty and unsure of himself — how dare he speak that way! To his dominant of all people! Javert removes his hand from Huaisang's neck, trying to pull away from him. )
Stop. Please, I wish to stop.
( He isn't going to bother with any sort of "safe word" — he always thought such a thing was pointless, he would never tell anyone to stop when he didn't mean it. There's a little bit of anguish in his voice, and if Huaisang doesn't try to stop him, he'll turn and make a sharp escape toward the bathroom. )
[Huaisang is not at all surprised when that sends Javert into a panic. Huaisang hardly ever has to reprimand him, so that was a relatively very sharp reprimand, and Javert has spiraled into self-recrimination for less. He releases his husband easily, though he makes a little sound of loss when Javert pulls back, disappointed at the physical loss even though he knows they have to deal with the emotional situation.
But then Javert is moving away from him, which is immediately unacceptable, Huaisang always wants him close when either of them is upset. Trying to reorient himself both physically and mentally, Huaisang gets a little tangled in the cloak trying to sit up and his voice just rasps when he tries to talk, a sound unrecognizable as Javert's name, so he snaps his fingers once in command. His gaze is heated with reprimand, though he's much more annoyed by Javert trying to flee than he is by his foolish words.]
( Javert doesn't make it very far — only halfway across the room before Huaisang snaps at him. He trembles violently, standing very still and keeping his head low to the floor. Shame overwhelms him, filling him with so much embarrassment he can't help but feel a little self-conscious of his nudity.
He turns and tries to will away his body's reaction, looking up only for a brief moment. He lowers his gaze and shudders once more, too upset to even speak when his husband is so irate. )
[Huaisang beckons him back with a finger, reaching to be helped to sit up properly, to take off the cloak. He puts the cloak into Javert's hands, indicating with a gesture 'fold and put away', and then waiting for that to be done. Tidying himself a little, Huaisang takes a bottle of wine from his qiankun pouch and drinks some of it so that he can clear his throat a little quicker. His accelerated healing also helps, so that he can speak again when Javert returns to him.]
Kneel, [he commands, waiting to be obeyed and then leaning forward to press a light kiss to Javert's forehead. He's being scolded, but he's still loved.] You're all right. You need only obey. Trust me, even when you falter.
[Sitting back again, Huaisang lets his hands rest in his lap, gaze cool and commanding.] What was that? Why did you speak to me like that?
( Javert does everything that he's asked, taking off the cloak and setting it aside, kneeling down by the bed and keeping his head submissively low. The kiss makes his heart clench with pain, still shivering even after Huaisang pulls away. )
I'm sorry — I thought that was what you wanted. I didn't mean to upset you. Oh God, if the city found out!
( He shudders even more, thinking of the punishment that fall on him and Huaisang should the city learn of his mistake. He knows he cannot ask Huaisang for it — that would be even more unforgiving. He can only apologize and try to hold himself together as much as possible. )
A submissive should never say such things to a dominant. It's not right.
[Huaisang tugs him up, expecting to be obeyed even if Javert finds the thought unbearable at the moment. He directs him to sit on the bed, then takes a seat primly on his lap. Cupping Javert's cheek in his hand, he sternly lifts his face to get Javert to look at him, though he doesn't command it if Javert continues to look away.]
Put the city out of your mind. This is not about the city. Their rules have changed in the past, people have had their designations arbitrarily changed. Even if we were taken from this city, even if our designations were swapped so that I was your submissive, you would still be my husband, and you would still obey me.
Would you not? Which is more sacred to you, if they came into conflict: the laws of the city or your vows to me?
( Javert does as he's bid, obedient to his very core, but especially now, when Huaisang is so displeased with his behavior. He looks up only when his husband forces him to, his expression one of solemn uncertainty, his eyes sad as he looks at him. )
You are.
( He winds his arms around Huaisang, hoping that it will soothe him, but he keeps his grip light in case Huaisang desires something else. )
I only worry about the city because I'm fearful of the trouble it may cause you. That's all. You know that I have lost my faith in the law — I would not be here otherwise.
[ Huaisang relaxes a little into the embrace, letting his own arms rest lightly over Javert’s shoulders. ] Good. You obey me and serve my pleasure first. In public, you obey the city’s laws. When we are alone, you obey only me. I do not want to hear of the city’s laws here in our bedroom, where only my rule matters.
If you were trying to please me, then you acted correctly, to the best of your ability. If your understanding of my pleasure was incorrect, then it was my failing to not make my desires clearer.
So help me to understand: why did you think that was what I desired?
( Javert's eyes drop when Huaisang chides him about the city, not quite looking away, but finding himself unable to meet his husband's gaze. It feels far too defiant — and that is the very last thing Javert wishes to be at this moment. )
You do like to swallow me. ( He says, feeling foolish and blushing a little as he speaks. ) The times that you have taken me into your mouth, you've taken me greedily. I thought you might like to be told that, but my mouth got away from me.
( He shudders a little, looking incredibly lost as he raises his gaze once more. )
I need your guidance. It seems I have displeased you quite a lot in recent days. I know you do not wish me to be a creature without thought, but I still need your dominance when we make love. Please.
I do like to swallow you. [Huaisang nods, smiling fondly as he cups a soft hand against Javert's cheek.] And I was enjoying that very much.
Your words sounded scolding, telling me not to make a mess, not to create work for you. I have always reacted poorly to being scolded or given instruction of any kind.
You have not displeased me much at all in recent days. The only other thing I can think of is when you sought to be perfect and I had to remind you that progress and love has come from you letting go of that need to be perfect.
[Huaisang kisses his forehead, ever so gentle.] I know it is agonizing for you any time I am even the slightest bit annoyed, but it's still going to happen sometimes. Misunderstandings are natural. Remember that it's good to not be perfect.
Overall, I think our sex has only gotten more amazing over the course of our marriage. You are wonderful, you please me enormously, and I love you very, very much.
Forgive me, then. I fear I do not wish to continue.
( It's not something he's ever tried before — fucking someone's mouth. He's not so certain it gives him anymore joy than when Huaisang can control the pace, make Javert feel used and desired. His heart clenches in his chest a little, trying not to feel so much like a failure. It'll take time for him to let go of that desire to be perfect. )
I only want it to be good for you. I will whatever you wish, but I want you to be in control. I don't like fucking you when you cannot speak, when you cannot order me as you should.
[Huaisang nods his understanding.] We're certainly done for now, don't worry. We'll just rest and stay close for the rest of the evening.
I am always in control. [He holds Javert's gaze, eyes dark and firm, letting Javert feel the force of his will.] I thought I was in control then, with my hand dictating your pace and you obeying me.
I know that I am ... unusual, and sometimes a conundrum. People associate dominance with being the one doing the penetrating. I only ever bottom with anyone but you, and I am usually dominant with my other lovers as well. I am always in command with you.
[Huaisang lifts his chin, imperious and cool, continuing to gaze down at his husband.] It is one of the things that I like best about our relationship. When you pin me down and overwhelm me, when you get a little feral and possessive, you are still under my control. No one else gives me that the way you do. So if you've found yourself getting a little lost at those times, unclear of whether I am still in command, then I will make certain that there are no doubts left in your mind.
I do have doubts. I doubt whether I am being obedient enough for you.
( He continues to look a little docile, not quite recovered from his earlier despair but a little more settled than he was a few moments ago. At least he doesn't look as if he's about to have a breakdown, his body no longer trembling as it was before. )
May I dress for bed, then? Please. I will ask for nothing more.
( He doesn't like to beg, but he would very much like Huaisang to grant this request of his. Let him cover himself a little so he can begin to feel a bit more like himself. )
[Huaisang nods his permission, shifting off of Javert's lap and feeling a little uncertainty and sorrow of his own for a moment.] Fetch your collar, too.
[He feels foolish still dressed in his silk and chains, so he goes to change out of it, choosing a cozy bit of gray knit that doesn't feel too absurdly sexy for the mood of the moment but also doesn't seem too much like anything is different or unusual. He returns quickly, not wanting to leave Javert alone, and moves to sit quietly at the foot of the bed, feeling tired and sad but worrying that if he shows too much of it Javert will be all the more guilty, which will be all the more emotional weight for Huaisang to bear.]
( Javert, on the other hand, feels nothing but relief, his sadness lifting a little when Huaisang allows him a few moments to collect himself. He rinses himself off in the bathroom as he does, making himself a little bit more presentable by the time he returns to their bedroom. The nightshirt he wears isn't all that much different from what he wore back home, long enough to cover his modesty, but in true Duplicity fashion it is, of course, see-through.
He comes to the bed obediently, noticing Huaisang's change of clothes and approving of them silently. The gold collar is around his neck, his collar open and with the buttons undone, so that there's nothing else in the way. )
Thank you.
( He says, knowing that Huaisang doesn't like to be alone. He places a hand on his husband's shoulder, his own so large it nearly encompasses it in size. )
[Huaisang is reassured by the touch, looking up at him with a shy smile and resting his hand over Javert's on his shoulder. Javert seems much more stable again, which makes it easier to proceed like a conversation rather than reiterating power. Brow furrowing a little with worry, Huaisang studies his face.] What do you mean, you doubt whether you're being obedient enough for me? You always obey my every command, instantly. I don't think I like the thought of you being more obedient than that. I don't understand how that would even work.
Am I submissive enough? Perhaps I am being a little too hard on myself again.
( It's difficult, but the praise that he's received in recent months for his obedience has helped. He doesn't feel quite so insecure about it when he knows it's something that pleases his lovers — and most especially his husband. )
I never knew the warm touch of a man before I came here. Sometimes I worry that I am too clumsy with my lovemaking, too rough or too wild with others. I am glad that I have not disappointed you, that you enjoy it so much.
You are. [Rising, Huaisang leans against his husband, arms resting on Javert's chest, head falling forward onto his shoulder, murmuring against the cloth as he continues.] My darling, I don't think there is anyone else in this city as submissive as you are. And sometimes it worries me how much that pleases me, how thoroughly I want to be obeyed and doted upon, since I have been called dark and corrupt by a handful of people in this place when they have seen how I enjoy my power.
But even for me, sometimes, you are perhaps a little too submissive. Not in that I want you to be dominant, because I don't. [Huaisang lifts his head to give him a wry but also warning look, but keeps his head up when his expression clears.]
What I mean is that when you misstep, when we have any level of misunderstanding, you try to make yourself all the more servile, all the more emotionless and irreproachable. And I do not like that.
I like my passionate, lustful, possessive, sometimes feral husband. I do not want you being so submissive that you deny yourself all your passions. I like you wild. I like very much having a dangerous and rough man who is soft and tamed for me, who obeys my every command in an instant.
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His legs shift a little, hips lifting instinctively as his cock hardens. Urging Javert a little deeper, Huaisang hollows his cheeks around him, making a few more little noises of pleasure. He catches Javert's hand, moving it to the side of his neck, wanting a little bit of help and support for his neck.]
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He doesn't want to overwhelm him, knowing that Huaisang's mouth is not quite the size to take him comfortably. So he eases into him, sliding his cock between his lips as slowly and inexorably as he can, watching his husband carefully for any signs of discomfort. )
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He shakes his head a bit as he pulls Javert forward again, trying to relax his jaw and throat. He pushes him back again, all the way out, so Huaisang can breathe and swallow and lick his lips, then pulls him forward once more, trying again, then again, until finally his throat accepts the intrusion and lets Javert slide in deeper, not quite to the hilt but nearly. Huaisang holds him there for a moment, his own cock aching with desire, then pushes him back again, panting softly to recover.]
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He breathes heavily, panting as if he is trying to catch his breath, his body shuddering and cock throbbing as it slides down Huaisang's throat. )
That's it. You're doing very well.
( He praises, echoing Huaisang's soft noises of pleasure as his cock slides out and then back in. )
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His free hand reaches down to grasp his own cock, squeezing to give himself some warmth and sensation but not otherwise letting himself get distracted. He needs to focus on the pattern of his breath, on keeping the rhythm and keeping his throat relaxed.
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You won't make a mess of the bed, will you? It is Christmas tomorrow. I want you to swallow every drop so I won't have to change the sheets.
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He's a little tempted to push Javert back and scold him properly, but he's too pleased with his gift and this position, the satisfaction of fitting Javert fully down his throat, with Javert's balls bumping against his nose. A pinch is enough, and he's willing to continue, though he won't be surprised if Javert takes that reprimand more seriously.]
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Stop. Please, I wish to stop.
( He isn't going to bother with any sort of "safe word" — he always thought such a thing was pointless, he would never tell anyone to stop when he didn't mean it. There's a little bit of anguish in his voice, and if Huaisang doesn't try to stop him, he'll turn and make a sharp escape toward the bathroom. )
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But then Javert is moving away from him, which is immediately unacceptable, Huaisang always wants him close when either of them is upset. Trying to reorient himself both physically and mentally, Huaisang gets a little tangled in the cloak trying to sit up and his voice just rasps when he tries to talk, a sound unrecognizable as Javert's name, so he snaps his fingers once in command. His gaze is heated with reprimand, though he's much more annoyed by Javert trying to flee than he is by his foolish words.]
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He turns and tries to will away his body's reaction, looking up only for a brief moment. He lowers his gaze and shudders once more, too upset to even speak when his husband is so irate. )
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Kneel, [he commands, waiting to be obeyed and then leaning forward to press a light kiss to Javert's forehead. He's being scolded, but he's still loved.] You're all right. You need only obey. Trust me, even when you falter.
[Sitting back again, Huaisang lets his hands rest in his lap, gaze cool and commanding.] What was that? Why did you speak to me like that?
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I'm sorry — I thought that was what you wanted. I didn't mean to upset you. Oh God, if the city found out!
( He shudders even more, thinking of the punishment that fall on him and Huaisang should the city learn of his mistake. He knows he cannot ask Huaisang for it — that would be even more unforgiving. He can only apologize and try to hold himself together as much as possible. )
A submissive should never say such things to a dominant. It's not right.
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[Huaisang tugs him up, expecting to be obeyed even if Javert finds the thought unbearable at the moment. He directs him to sit on the bed, then takes a seat primly on his lap. Cupping Javert's cheek in his hand, he sternly lifts his face to get Javert to look at him, though he doesn't command it if Javert continues to look away.]
Put the city out of your mind. This is not about the city. Their rules have changed in the past, people have had their designations arbitrarily changed. Even if we were taken from this city, even if our designations were swapped so that I was your submissive, you would still be my husband, and you would still obey me.
Would you not? Which is more sacred to you, if they came into conflict: the laws of the city or your vows to me?
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You are.
( He winds his arms around Huaisang, hoping that it will soothe him, but he keeps his grip light in case Huaisang desires something else. )
I only worry about the city because I'm fearful of the trouble it may cause you. That's all. You know that I have lost my faith in the law — I would not be here otherwise.
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[ Huaisang relaxes a little into the embrace, letting his own arms rest lightly over Javert’s shoulders. ] Good. You obey me and serve my pleasure first. In public, you obey the city’s laws. When we are alone, you obey only me. I do not want to hear of the city’s laws here in our bedroom, where only my rule matters.
If you were trying to please me, then you acted correctly, to the best of your ability. If your understanding of my pleasure was incorrect, then it was my failing to not make my desires clearer.
So help me to understand: why did you think that was what I desired?
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You do like to swallow me. ( He says, feeling foolish and blushing a little as he speaks. ) The times that you have taken me into your mouth, you've taken me greedily. I thought you might like to be told that, but my mouth got away from me.
( He shudders a little, looking incredibly lost as he raises his gaze once more. )
I need your guidance. It seems I have displeased you quite a lot in recent days. I know you do not wish me to be a creature without thought, but I still need your dominance when we make love. Please.
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Your words sounded scolding, telling me not to make a mess, not to create work for you. I have always reacted poorly to being scolded or given instruction of any kind.
You have not displeased me much at all in recent days. The only other thing I can think of is when you sought to be perfect and I had to remind you that progress and love has come from you letting go of that need to be perfect.
[Huaisang kisses his forehead, ever so gentle.] I know it is agonizing for you any time I am even the slightest bit annoyed, but it's still going to happen sometimes. Misunderstandings are natural. Remember that it's good to not be perfect.
Overall, I think our sex has only gotten more amazing over the course of our marriage. You are wonderful, you please me enormously, and I love you very, very much.
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( It's not something he's ever tried before — fucking someone's mouth. He's not so certain it gives him anymore joy than when Huaisang can control the pace, make Javert feel used and desired. His heart clenches in his chest a little, trying not to feel so much like a failure. It'll take time for him to let go of that desire to be perfect. )
I only want it to be good for you. I will whatever you wish, but I want you to be in control. I don't like fucking you when you cannot speak, when you cannot order me as you should.
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I am always in control. [He holds Javert's gaze, eyes dark and firm, letting Javert feel the force of his will.] I thought I was in control then, with my hand dictating your pace and you obeying me.
I know that I am ... unusual, and sometimes a conundrum. People associate dominance with being the one doing the penetrating. I only ever bottom with anyone but you, and I am usually dominant with my other lovers as well. I am always in command with you.
[Huaisang lifts his chin, imperious and cool, continuing to gaze down at his husband.] It is one of the things that I like best about our relationship. When you pin me down and overwhelm me, when you get a little feral and possessive, you are still under my control. No one else gives me that the way you do. So if you've found yourself getting a little lost at those times, unclear of whether I am still in command, then I will make certain that there are no doubts left in your mind.
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( He continues to look a little docile, not quite recovered from his earlier despair but a little more settled than he was a few moments ago. At least he doesn't look as if he's about to have a breakdown, his body no longer trembling as it was before. )
May I dress for bed, then? Please. I will ask for nothing more.
( He doesn't like to beg, but he would very much like Huaisang to grant this request of his. Let him cover himself a little so he can begin to feel a bit more like himself. )
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[He feels foolish still dressed in his silk and chains, so he goes to change out of it, choosing a cozy bit of gray knit that doesn't feel too absurdly sexy for the mood of the moment but also doesn't seem too much like anything is different or unusual. He returns quickly, not wanting to leave Javert alone, and moves to sit quietly at the foot of the bed, feeling tired and sad but worrying that if he shows too much of it Javert will be all the more guilty, which will be all the more emotional weight for Huaisang to bear.]
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He comes to the bed obediently, noticing Huaisang's change of clothes and approving of them silently. The gold collar is around his neck, his collar open and with the buttons undone, so that there's nothing else in the way. )
Thank you.
( He says, knowing that Huaisang doesn't like to be alone. He places a hand on his husband's shoulder, his own so large it nearly encompasses it in size. )
I'm yours now. Tell me what you desire.
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( It's difficult, but the praise that he's received in recent months for his obedience has helped. He doesn't feel quite so insecure about it when he knows it's something that pleases his lovers — and most especially his husband. )
I never knew the warm touch of a man before I came here. Sometimes I worry that I am too clumsy with my lovemaking, too rough or too wild with others. I am glad that I have not disappointed you, that you enjoy it so much.
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But even for me, sometimes, you are perhaps a little too submissive. Not in that I want you to be dominant, because I don't. [Huaisang lifts his head to give him a wry but also warning look, but keeps his head up when his expression clears.]
What I mean is that when you misstep, when we have any level of misunderstanding, you try to make yourself all the more servile, all the more emotionless and irreproachable. And I do not like that.
I like my passionate, lustful, possessive, sometimes feral husband. I do not want you being so submissive that you deny yourself all your passions. I like you wild. I like very much having a dangerous and rough man who is soft and tamed for me, who obeys my every command in an instant.
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