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[There's a cheerful face that appears on the screen. A nice smile and a bounce of his head.]

Hello everyone. For those who saw the injured man looking for Pete, I'm him. He found me... [More like Pete found him.] ...so that's settled. He's in good care now.

[But now onto the main reason he's posting.]

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone knows of any training grounds or a shooting range? The shooting range would be especially great but I'll be happy to accept just a training ground too. Mostly I just want to make sure I don't end up too lazy.

[And he wants to test his new gun...]

Also if anyone has food recommendations here let me know. Especially good if it's take out that I can bring home to share. Spicy is a bonus.

Thank you and it's nice to meet all of you.

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I'm shocked.

(( Vegas even rolled his eyes. ))

What else?

[He reaches for one of the man's hands to guide it to wrap around his throat.]

I want everything...

(( His brow lifted slightly, but he indulged Pete, squeezing his fingers tighter and tighter around his throat. But not so tightly as to cut off air. He still wanted to hear more. ))

I have so much to show you.

[There's a relief that comes from having that hand so firmly against his throat. He shudders a little as he enjoys it. Then he smiles as his thumbs stroke Vegas' wrist.]

...Call me your good boy again.

(( One corner of his mouth turned up in a satisfied grin. He leaned down as much as could and murmured the words Pete wanted to hear. Slowly. Precisely. Meaning every one of them. ))

My good boy.

[He shuddered as he heard the words. Special words that were just for them now. Not because he was a pet but because there was something magical between them. He smiled as he melted from them.]

Yeah. Like that.

(( Vegas held his grip a bit longer, then released Pete's throat. He didn't really have the strength to sustain that kind of play right now. But now he was thinking of all the things they could explore together... and trying hard to push the mental images of Pete they conjured up away. He couldn't afford to be horny. He already knew how exhausting fooling around was. ))

Pete, how much to you know about BDSM?

Enough to know some dick should have given me a safe word.

[But he says that fondly as he looks up at him, moving a hand to lightly stroke the hand still against his throat.]

I know a lot more than I look like I do.

(( The reason he asked is because... ))

I wanna get you a collar.

A collar?

[He knows there are some pretty ones that don't just look like they belong on a dog. Which could look like a fun fashion statement that would be less awkward wearing around.

Unless Vegas wants to keep it private? Hmmmm...]

Where would you want me to wear it?

Just for me. For now.

[He considers that a bit more then puts up a finger to show he has a condition.]

It has to be really nice to show off how special you feel I am. Nothing basic. If you want me to wear a collar for just us then I want sparkle.

[Did he mean literally? Even he didn't know. He just wanted it clear that he wanted to feel special in this collar.]

(( Even if he didn't mean it literally, the idea is now fully lodged in Vegas' mind. He wasn't thinking of some basic, off-the-shelf leather collar for Pete. It had to be something special. Just like Pete said, to show off how special Pete is to him. ))

Okay.

[He smiles, clearly pleased to have his condition accepted like that.]

Okay. Then you can get me a collar.

(( He smiled at that. It's significant. It's not just for some play, Vegas meant that. It was special. It would be special. Just like Pete.

He hesitates a moment, then asked: ))

You want a safeword?

[Huh. That's not an offer he's expecting and it shows all over his face. He's pretty sure that Vegas has never offer anyone else one of those before. At least for anyone he's been kinky with.

It's really working for the whole making him feel special thing.]

You have to have one too. Both of us have one. Then we can go all out and know that when it's too much for either of us we'll be able to stop.

(( He levels Pete with A Look. He's the kinkster, after all. ))

I know how they work.

[Now he rolls his eyes.]

I know you know how they work, ass. I just want you to agree that we both get one even though neither of us are going to end up using it.

[Yes, he's admitting right now that he's prepared to go all in because he trusts Vegas completely.]

I don't need one.

(( A brief pause, then: ))

But if it makes you happy...

Very happy.

[He even throws on a grin, rolling onto his back to make it extra clear from his lap positioning. He even points at it.]

See how happy?

(( He can't help grinning. He knows Pete's fake smiles from the real ones. Though this is exaggerated, he can see that this does, in fact, make Pete happy. And that makes his heart stutter. He reached down and gently poked Pete's cheek. ))

Alright, alright.

[Completely satisfied, he relaxes his face and rests his hands on his chest.]

We could have the same one. Make it easy instead of complicating things.

Curry rice.

[It takes him a second to process that Vegas is picking a safeword. And then he blinks. Several times. Oh. That's it?]

Curry rice?

Yeah. How often will that come up when we're fucking?

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