bakerstreet | Asks from the heart

Yeah, James. It does.

[Aww, look at him being sweet.

That, however makes her laugh.]

Butt plugs? God, yes. If that's what you're into, we could always look at strap ons and see how you'd do with pegging.

In a romantic way.

[Because he has no problem saying he belongs to her, or when she says she belongs to him, but it's different the other way.

And then he looks a little sheepish.]

Uh.... yeah. That's what I was talking about earlier.

[He just wasn't really sure how to outwardly say it.]

It's very romantic that you own my ass.

[She's teasing him now because she likes to see him blush.]

And I can return the favor, if you like. I like sex with you, James. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. If there's some itch you have that's not getting scratched, I'd like you to tell me. I might be able to scratch it. I might not. But I'm probably going to be willing to try. And again, unless it's squished testicles or anything really gross like bodily functions, I'm probably going to be willing to try.

For the record, though... I've never pegged anyone before. It's crossed my mind, but I haven't.

Fine, alright. But only cause you said it, not me.

[He really is turning a little red now, but he knows he is and he's trying so hard not to.]

I mean- I don't know. I've been thinking about it since you mentioned it so... that's why I brought it up.

Is that so? Well... would you like something small and sleek? Ribbed, for his pleasure? Knobby and vibratey? Or should we get an assortment and see which ones you like best? Want me to try on a variety of strap-ons so you can see which ones you like?

[Hey, this could be fun.]

[She sure knows how to overload him with choices. He's got a kind of deer in headlights look to him right now.]

I...have no idea. Do they really have that many?

Babe, they have rooms full of selections. Just depends on the store you go to.

Yeaaah...okay. Can we go to a smaller one, though? I'm not sure I'm ready for a warehouse of dildos.

We can. But we'll go to one that at least has selections. And we'll start small. I'm into the idea of being the one fucking you, or watch you ride me, but I don't want to hurt you. So... maybe a gradient of sizes after we find what... type tickles your prostate.

[Yep. She'd gone there.]

Oh, man.

[He's burying his head in his hands a little.]

I don't know if I wanna end up with an apartment so full of these things.

We'll get rid of the ones we don't like. Or... use them for other things. Pack them for parties. Have an 'on the go dildo' or something.

[She was going to come over and jump up on his back now, arms around his shoulders as she nuzzled in against the back of his neck.]

We'll make a kinky bastard out of you yet.

Jesssss...

[He laughs, leaning back into her, but he's still hiding his face a little.]

We're not having dildo parties....but I guess I can try some different ones.

Turn them into cat toys for all the homeless cats. They'd love them.

[She was grinning, then slid her hand down to give his ass a slap.]

We'll have to figure out lube, too, if we're doing pegging. Flavored or non. Warming and tingly or nah. We're definitely getting a vibrating one, because it's not like you have to turn it on, but it's nice to have the options. Ooh, vibrating cock rings... maybe some vibrating panties while I let you have the remote for them when we're on a date night?

Oh my god.

[ She's gonna kill him for sure. ]

You're like an excited child in candy store. One thing at a time or you might scare me away completely.

Please. I bet once you're in the store and not sitting here, marinating in repressed embarrassment, you'll have fun with it. There might even be someone there to talk to about suggestions and tips. It's generally a judgement free zone, Barnes.

Well... yeah. I guess it's cause I've never been in one that I'm just- blowing it all outta proportion.

....Please don't tell anyone about our private bedroom things though, ok? Even if they work at a sex shop.

Trish isn't here, so I have no one I'd want to talk to about it. Other than that, I wouldn't tell anyone about your bedroom prowess. Especially your kinks.

As for the sex shop stuff? They work there, James. They're going to see what we buy. They don't care. They've seen people come in dressed in speedos with fairy wings looking for clown shoes and horsey butt plugs. What we're going for is tame. The store I'm thinking of has people in it that you can actually ask about stuff and not have someone be a gross pig about it. If you don't know what's in a thing, ask. If you don't know what it does, ask.

[She came around to the front of him, giving him a quick kiss.]

They work there because they're comfortable with the topic. Scaring off customers doesn't get them repeat business.

Is this considered a kink?

[He's still uncomfortable with the idea, but he trusts her. She knows about this stuff a hell of a lot more than she does. It's not like he doesn't wanna try. He really does. He's just still a little old fashioned at times. But not with much. ]

Alright. But- I'd probably just ask you first.

Could be. Kink isn't a bad thing. It's just something that's not quite vanilla. The look you get when you see me in lingerie comes off as more as you have a fetish for that than it's a kink. There's... I dunno. Varying degrees of it, Barnes. Just because it doesn't involve blood, pain, or dominance doesn't make it not a kink.

[She gave him another kiss.]

We'll browse. We'll go into an eclectic one that has the 'basics' and some extras and browse. I'll probably pick up more sexy undies. But if anything catches your eye or you find yourself intrigued, we can give it a try.

Isn't a fetish worse than a kink? I guess I imagined it as more of a pain thing, yeah. Like bondage.

[He kisses back, relaxing into it, then nods.]

Ok. I think I can do that.

Nope. That's your antiquated old man sense of words coming into play. Fetish is things you like that get you off. Like, I like your ass. Or men who like feet. That's a fetish. Liking me in lingerie seems to be one of yours. Liking something as opposed to an act. Kinks are more like... wanting to be pegged, or people who are into breathplay or using electricity or sensation for sex. Or pain, yeah. But also softer, less scarring things. Bondage doesn't have to be painful or risky. Blindfolding. Maybe even wearing a leash and having your 'master' walk you around. There's varying degrees. And nowadays, while it's not like it's overtly accepted everywhere, it's certainly more so than it was in your day. There's clubs for it, if you want to be social and have a safe place. Or to find people that like the same things. There's even events for specific kinks. Pretty sure Trish told me some time they started organizing it around the idea of burlesque shows, and I know you had those back in your time.

[She grinned, giving him a wink.]

Maybe that's why you like me in lacy things.

There are so many names for so many things these days, it's hard to keep track. Hard to know what you'd even like. Maybe I never would've known if you hadn't brought it up.

That could be why I like you in lacy things, yeah. You look like a gorgeous pinup girl.

Hah. You don't have to butter me up. I like wearing them for you. I like wearing them for myself. They make me feel pretty, and that's nice sometimes.

[She imagined it had to be hard for him. People treated him either as a psycho, a monster, or like someone that knew what was going on around them. He was like one of the old men down at the park playing chess, only he just didn't look it. She couldn't imagine any of them talking about crotchless panties either, even though they'd probably gotten to live through the normalising of it. She could cut him some slack.]

Crotchless panties and a garter belt you can take off with your teeth?

I'm not buttering you up. I'm being serious. You're absolutely stunning- and I'm really glad they make you feel like you are.

[ That's how he gets treated all the time. Sometimes Bucky wonders if Jessica forgets how out of time he's been too- or maybe she just doesn't let him wallow in it. The onslaught of information she throws at him often gives him an out of brain experience. ]

We didn't really have crotchless panties back then, and garter belts looked very different, at least for the every day woman.

[She doesn't forget, but some part of her thinks if she tosses a load of info at him, she can give him time to mull it over instead of trickle-feeding it to him. That way, if he has questions, he can come ask.]

Would you like me to get some crotchless panties?

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