Beast’s brows flew up, but he said no more and tore through the paper, revealing the black-and-red package. Nao had helped Laurent choose this one out of a whole array of embarrassing items she claimed people used for intimate purposes. Beast never complained about boredom in the bedroom, but the search for a perfect wedding night gift made Laurent’s mind itch with the sense that maybe he was too prudish for these brave new times after all.
Beast crooked his head and looked through the plastic film at the set of items meant for bedroom experimentation.
“It’s a wedding night collection,” Laurent was quick to explain as he leaned closer. “Not all items need to be used, or none even, if you don’t wish to.” He put his face in his hands. This was a disaster.
The low rumble that came out of Beast’s mouth next was unmistakably a laugh, but his firm arm slotted in its place behind Laurent’s back. “Oh, I’m just surprised. You never said you were interested in this kind of thing.”
Laurent looked at the box that promised “a night of pleasure you will never forget”. “I want to try new things with you. I can’t know if I like them otherwise, and if others seem to enjoy this kind of… play, then why not us?”
Beast opened the package and pulled out the plastic tray containing all the elements of the set. He picked up a pair of handcuffs covered with black fur and dangled them in front of Laurent’s face. “Did you want me to put them on you? The other way around?” he asked, leaning closer, so that his pec met Laurent’s shoulder.
Laurent looked up, still holding his own cheeks. “I don’t know. Are there no instructions? Everything has instructions nowadays.” It was his lifeline in this new world.
Beast threw his head back with a hearty laugh. “You are completely adorable. Maybe I’ll put them on you first, and you’ll see if you want to swap next time?” he proposed, pushing his face into the crook of Laurent’s neck for long, open-mouthed kisses that Laurent had grown to enjoy so much.
“Y-yes. I have to admit I so very much like when you pursue me.” His face grew hotter, and even though they’d shared this bed so many times before, he was still getting nervous about this new venture. Sometimes, he worried that his old-fashioned ways would eventually put off a man used to orgies in his house, but so far it didn’t seem to be the case. Knight had suggested to Laurent that Beast stop participating in orgies after his accident years ago, but Laurent liked to believe Beast chose to keep their sex life private because it was right, not because he was still ashamed of his gorgeously firm body.
Beast smirked and leaned forward, sliding the cold metal over Laurent’s neck. It made Laurent shiver and only press closer to Beast as the smooth surface climbed higher, over Laurent’s jaw. “I admit I like it when you surprise me.”
“I can’t know if we enjoy this until I try, right? If a lot of people do this, then there might be something we find exciting about it too. Like for example… I haven’t thought I’d love to see you in a suit this much. You are most handsome in your leathers and denim as well, but in the suit, you take my breath away.” Laurent slipped his fingertips over the silk tie at the front of Beast’s chest.
Beast blinked, leaning forward as if Laurent had him on a leash. “I hate wearing it. It’s constricting, and too hot. But since I already bought it, I could wear it from time to time. For you,” he whispered with a small kiss to Laurent’s lips. His hands flattened against Laurent’s chest, gently rubbing up and down, but then he pushed them under the suit jacket to remove it from Laurent’s shoulders.
Laurent smiled and was quick to shed the garment that was getting too hot anyway. “That sounds more than agreeable. Is there anything else to your liking in here?” He pointed to the box that apart from the cuffs contained different types of lube, a blindfold, a feather, and so much more that Laurent now worried that he might have gone a bit overboard.
Beast smirked and picked up a small item Nao had described as a butt plug, which was possibly both the silliest and most offensive name Laurent had ever heard. It had a flared base and a main body made of soft, wave-like shapes—elongated and with a pronounced head at the top, which was crooked to one side
“Not plastic?” Beast asked, wiggling around the item that, from the look of it, had a somewhat rubbery texture.
Laurent took a deep breath to calm himself. He was a grown man. A husband. He would not be intimidated by bedroom experimentation. “Apparently, plastic is not the best choice for these purposes,” he muttered.