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"You're in good hands with Noah," Arthur assured, patting Raylan firmly on the shoulder. "I've known him for years. There's more than one top in this city who owes his technique to Noah."

"Aw, shit, Arthur," Noah said, grinning as he opened the door to a private room. "You'll make me blush."

The room contained a couple of chairs and a pretty bare bed -- there was a sheet on it, and pillows, but no blanket and the mattress underneath was vinyl. There was also a cabinet full of supplies. Arthur grabbed one of the chairs and set it by the wall to sit down. He was just here to supervise, just in case. Noah getting in over his head was unlikely, hence why Arthur had introduced Raylan to him, but not impossible.

Raylan sat on the edge of the bed, and Noah sat in another chair. "So," Noah said. "You came to try domming. You lookin' to get laid along with?" he asked, tone not loaded or suggestive in any way. It was just a question, establishing boundaries. "Or you wanna keep it simple? Some people like to keep kink and sex separate, 'specially at first."

"Well, everything I've done was sexual, with a guy I was sleepin' with. So that's kinda what I know."

"All right," Noah said, nodding. "That's fine. Ain't gonna be no hardship, takin' cock from you," Noah said, looking Raylan over with a grin.

"Much obliged," Raylan said with a smirk.

"So what happened with your boyfriend? Did he-"

"He wasn't my boyfriend."

Noah raised both hands. "No presumptions meant, it's just shorter than guy you were fuckin'. How'd you get started on this with your friend?"

Raylan rubbed the back of his neck. "I call my friends 'boy' sometimes. Turned out he really liked bein' called boy, to the point I couldn't call him it 'less I was tryin' to get him going. One night he let 'sir' slip in response." He shrugged. "Kinda went downhill from there," he said, giving a squinty-eyed smile.

Noah smiled. "So how far did y'all take it?"

Raylan shrugged. "What counts as far?"

"Did you ever do any impact play? Hittin' each other?"

"Few times," Raylan said. "He liked gettin' slapped in the face." Raylan didn't mention that it turned out he'd liked it too. "He liked it when I was...mean. He liked me kinda...actin' like I was a threat to him."

"And did you like actin' like a threat to him?"

"I liked that he liked it," Raylan said. "Less about what I was doin' specifically and more about watchin' him melt for it."

"All right, that makes sense," Noah said with a laugh. "You can act that way with me, if you want, maybe less intense though."

"Is that what you like?"

"What I like is more..." He trailed off, thoughtful.

"You like control," Arthur piped up.

"Yes," Noah said, pointing at him. "That's the word I was lookin' for. What I'll teach you, if ya let me, is control."

"Taught control to a lot of guys, have ya?" Raylan asked, arching an eyebrow.

Noah nodded and grinned. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have. Does that make you wanna punish me?"

Something clicked in Raylan's mind. They were starting, then? "Yeah," he said, nodding, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. "Yeah, it does."

Noah came off the chair, sliding to his knees in front of Raylan like he was born to be there.