[Finch doesn't mean to laugh - he's not laughing at Dom, anyway. It's just that... he's cute? And Finch didn't ever clue in, somehow, to think about Dom in any other way than a pal but here they're facing it head on. And for whatever reason that doesn't make Finch overthink and get anxious - he just enters the room slowly, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the edge of a chair. He's got a plain white undershirt on underneath a plaid overshirt, and dirty ass looking jeans and boots.]
[ Dom gets on it immediately, grabbing soda from the mini-fridge, and then — remembering that his is Finch, and he definitely means he wants beer, so he takes that out instead, and keeps the soda in the other hand for himself. The bottle opener so just happens to be around, unless Finch has a way to open it on his own; Dom's handing it over anyway.
Dom stands close(ish) to him, opening the can, drinking some of the fizzy soda down, licking his lips after. Soooo. ]
[Dom has to say that. While sipping soda to Finch's beer. He pops the cap off and then tries to find a good way to answer that because he often times tries not to think of how old he is in comparison to half the people he sleeps with. After some internal debate:]
You're only a couple years younger than Iggy, right?
[Totally makes it fine.]
You mind... at all? 'Cause like I said, we don't- you know? It was just an idea.
[ Uh as in no, it's not just a couple, but also uh as in let me not potentially ruin this. ]
Not really. I hook up with people your age sometimes. [ He didn't even say 'old'. He's learning so much. ] I just get like, people turning me down because of that.
[ He grabs Finch's hand, soft and sure of himself, and leads him to the bed to sit down. Side by side. Drinking soda and beer. ]
[Finch moves easily, and doesn't put up any more protest - Dom's sure, and he's letting Dom lead as much as he likes. Once seated, he clinks bottle to can, and takes a long sip before shrugging. How do you explain without sounding boring that you like whatever the other person's into? He's here for the person, after all... ]
Depends on- the who, the where, the what. I'm not like... wildly into stuff, I'm just into getting time to know whoever I'm with. I like... physical touch? It's been a while since I did anything abrupt or transactional feeling.
Yeah. Not always. [ Just most of the time. The least dom-y (ha) top, everyone. ]
It's just — if I'm the one doing it there's this thing that happens sometimes. So I thought I'd let you know if I was the one topping. Doesn't matter if I'm not.
[Sorry. Finch didn't mean to laugh, but he does, friendly but definitely just laughing. He sits forward a bit, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Luckily he didn't just take a sip of beer.]
[ Pause. He's not sure what he's feeling, a gradual build up from embarrassed to... a little excited, maybe? Curious? He's never been on the receiving end, so he wonders, after a lot of hesitation, ]
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[Finch doesn't mean to laugh - he's not laughing at Dom, anyway. It's just that... he's cute? And Finch didn't ever clue in, somehow, to think about Dom in any other way than a pal but here they're facing it head on. And for whatever reason that doesn't make Finch overthink and get anxious - he just enters the room slowly, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the edge of a chair. He's got a plain white undershirt on underneath a plaid overshirt, and dirty ass looking jeans and boots.]
Maybe at least a drink?
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[ Dom gets on it immediately, grabbing soda from the mini-fridge, and then — remembering that his is Finch, and he definitely means he wants beer, so he takes that out instead, and keeps the soda in the other hand for himself. The bottle opener so just happens to be around, unless Finch has a way to open it on his own; Dom's handing it over anyway.
Dom stands close(ish) to him, opening the can, drinking some of the fizzy soda down, licking his lips after. Soooo. ]
You don't care that I'm younger than you, right?
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You're only a couple years younger than Iggy, right?
[Totally makes it fine.]
You mind... at all? 'Cause like I said, we don't- you know? It was just an idea.
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[ Uh as in no, it's not just a couple, but also uh as in let me not potentially ruin this. ]
Not really. I hook up with people your age sometimes. [ He didn't even say 'old'. He's learning so much. ] I just get like, people turning me down because of that.
[ He grabs Finch's hand, soft and sure of himself, and leads him to the bed to sit down. Side by side. Drinking soda and beer. ]
What kind of stuff do you like?
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Depends on- the who, the where, the what. I'm not like... wildly into stuff, I'm just into getting time to know whoever I'm with. I like... physical touch? It's been a while since I did anything abrupt or transactional feeling.
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[ And he drinks again, curious. ]
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[He raises his brows.]
Like, jerking to just jerk off.
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Is that a bad thing?
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[He shrugs.]
You can't have one night stands here, not easily.
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[ and it makes him realize that he. likes that? he's met people he really likes when their first interaction was sex. ]
... I like blowjobs. And to, uhm. Bite, like necks and stuff. Doesn't have to be hard or anything.
Do you, uh. [ uhhh ] You know... let people fuck you? Or is it just you doing it?
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[Unless you're a woman with a strap or Iggy when he's adventurous.]
I have been on both sides though. Before? So I'm not against it. You a top?
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It's just — if I'm the one doing it there's this thing that happens sometimes. So I thought I'd let you know if I was the one topping. Doesn't matter if I'm not.
[ Pause. And he drinks. ]
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[It does not click, so he looks at Dom with a curious head tilt. Do you cum too fast or something, lil' bro?]
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I know about knotting.
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Yeah, so. It's whatever. Since we're not doing that.
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[Hate to. Really.]
Doesn't mean that's guaranteed not to happen.
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[ who told him about the times it happened — outside? panik ]
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[ Pause. He's not sure what he's feeling, a gradual build up from embarrassed to... a little excited, maybe? Curious? He's never been on the receiving end, so he wonders, after a lot of hesitation, ]
... How big?
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[Thanks, now he's feeling the embarrassment trade off. He shrugs.]
It's never like, killed Iggy. So.
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Yeah, uhm. He didn't mind it much.
[ Oh, the things he wants to ask. Mostly to know he's not alone. ]
Does yours get bigger? Like, longer?
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[Gesturing. In Iggy.]
It just got uncomfortable, I guess.
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[ Makes... sense. ]
Can I ask one more thing.
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[Cannot get more open than discussing knotted dicks together over drinks, right?]
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