“Tell me what you want.”
Lúcio sits with his legs crossed, two items laid out before him on the bed: a leather paddle and soft wash glove which he would soak in warm water before rubbing Gabriel down.
“It’s your choice,” he tells him, which he hadn’t yet done and made Gabriel instantly suspicious. He always asked whether Gabriel wanted to play with one toy or another – but he never outright gave him the choice between toys in the first place.
Gabriel is kneeling on the floor, eyeing both options, back ramrod straight. He looks up at Lúcio every now and then – scrutinizing. Mistrusting. If it had been for Lúcio, they would be sitting on an eye level for this. As it was, however, Gabriel didn’t like them being on an eye level when they were playing; even though he was looking as moody and ill-tempered as ever, face scrunching up and getting darker by the minute.
“Why should I choose?” he murmurs, hands on his thighs.
“Because I want to know what you’re in the mood for. You can take them in hand if you want to.”
Gabriel looked like he wanted to, but he didn’t move an inch.
“What if I choose wrong?”
Lúcio frowns and shrugs. “There’s no wrong option, babe. It’s an either, or kind of deal.”
Gabriel looks back down again, staring at both options, eyes lingering on the shiny, well-kept leather for a while.
He chances another glance up at Lúcio who was rocking on his ass to whatever little tune was going through his head this time, then jerks his chin towards the lime green wash cloth.
“That one.”
Lúcio smiles and leans forward, hand stroking through Gabriel’s short curls like he’s petting a dog – and Gabriel leans into it.
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Lúcio coos. “I was sure you’d jump on the opportunity to get a little pain. What a good boy you are… tellin’ the truth and all.”
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