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Thankfully, those people won't be in their bedroom, nor will they know about this at all. James certainly won't tell them. He isn't embarrassed about it himself - as he understands, it's a fairly common kink. If it weren't, they wouldn't have been able to stumble upon a store that sold things for such activities so openly. But he's long since learnt to be exceedingly private about these things for Andrew's sake.

"There we are then," he answers with a smile, reaching out to run his fingers soothingly through Andrew's hair. "And another thing that's important to cover, we should decide on safewords. I think we should go with the common and easy to remember. So we can say 'green' to mean everything's good and to continue. 'Yellow' to mean pause or slow down, even for something as simple as adjusting position. And 'red' to stop completely, and I'll untie you immediately. Does that sound alright?"

"Very Earth-culture," Andrew comments on the safewords, a smile playing on his lips. He nods, taking a moment to reiterate it quietly in his head in order to set it more firmly in his memory. "But you're not going to stop if I just say 'stop'?" he asks, brow furrowing. He's aware of safewords and what they're for, but he hasn't quite wrapped his head around the idea that he might say 'no' and mean 'yes.'

"Oh, I will - definitely while we're still getting the hang of things. But it's nice to have some definite phrases that we both know exactly what means," he answers, hand resting gently at the nape of Andrew's neck. "And I want you to be sure that I'm taking this seriously. That you feel safe. And I want you to be honest with me too, about how you feel about.. trying different things, or if something feels uncomfortable or wrong, or if there's something you'd like me to do. I don't want to push you into anything you don't want, and I want to make sure we do the things you do want. That we both want."

"What do you want to do?" asks Andrew, his own hands balled up in his lap. "Well, obviously there's the obvious -- the, ah, tying up -- but, well. Lots of ways to tie a person up." And not all of them are pleasant. He trusts James isn't going to do that, though; this isn't about immobilizing Andrew so he can't foil a nefarious plan of some sort. Mostly he trusts that. He hasn't had entirely positive experiences with being tied up, after all.

James withdraws his hand and considers the question thoughtfully, what exactly Andrew is asking, and how to phrase his thoughts. He has a feeling Andrew's afraid James might ask something he finds scary or weird, and he wants to reassure him.

"Well. More or less what we've already been doing, really," he answers. "I enjoy being responsible for your pleasure. I enjoy teasing you, and deciding exactly when and how you'll get that pleasure. I like... seeing you open and vulnerable while enjoying yourself, and being there for my enjoyment." He reaches out and takes Andrew's hand, trying to get him to relax a bit, though he does realise it's very difficult to do so while James is being so open.

"I like trying to get you to behave, and rewarding you when you do," he adds with a smile. "I don't really have any specific needs about how much or in what way you should be tied up - whatever's comfortable and excites you. Or intentionally uncomfortable, if that appeals to you," he continues, stroking Andrew's hand with his thumb. "What about you?"

As much as Andrew wants to turn away and hide forever from James's mortally embarrassing candor, he can't tear his gaze away from the other man's face as he speaks. There's a fluttery, thrilled feeling in his chest when James talks about controlling his pleasure and about -- about training him, almost, his brain supplies. The thought comes with the kind of exhilarated satisfaction he's always told himself he doesn't feel when such thoughts strike him.

"...Oh," he replies, realizing he's been asked a question -- and that his mouth has been open for a while now. He's been fairly sure that this can't be real; he knows James tries to do things he knows Andrew will enjoy, and the worry that James doesn't really have any interest in this beyond wanting to please him has been lurking in the back of his mind. He swallows, throat dry. "I didn't realize," he says, blushing. His blood flow is increasing to certain other areas as well, but he sits still, not ready to do anything about it yet.

"I like it when you take care of me," he says suddenly, the words coming out in a rush.

Andrew's not the only one turned on by this conversation, but that's probably a good sign. It's a nice way to warm up to actually trying some of these things out, though not until they've covered everything important.

The fact that Andrew's surprised and hadn't realised that James felt this way actually comes as a small surprise to James too. It's been obvious to himself, especially with how they relate to one another while having sex, but apparently not to Andrew. This is obviously why they should talk about these things.

James's smile widens when Andrew finally provides an answer. "I like that too," he answers, his voice soft. "You're mine, and I want you to be the happiest you can be. I know I can be a bit controlling, though I try not to be. But if me being controlling's something you like - in bed, I mean - then I'm happy to provide," he says, smile getting a little cheeky.

They have sex, it's enjoyable, and that's about how much Andrew has ~~allowed himself to think~~ thought about it. Thinking about the mechanics of the things he enjoys is hard enough; thinking about it in terms of how they relate to one another during the act is out of the question.

He can feel himself turning bright red. 'You're mine' is exactly what he wants to hear from James -- and yet it's making him horribly self-conscious at the same time. "You are, a bit," he agrees with a weak smile, giving James's hand a squeeze. "But, well -- I sort of knew that by the time you whisked me away to another planet."

"I would hope you had fair warning, yeah," James agrees, returning the smile. "Though you know, you're allowed to tell me if I go too far," he adds. "It's difficult for me to just instinctively know what's okay and what's not. And that goes for the sex, too." Really, it's part of the taking care of him. He's controlling, sure, but he can't just decide what's best for them without listening to how Andrew feels about it, because then he wouldn't really be taking care of him at all.

"I know," says Andrew, wanting to reassure him. He might not really know that, though, at least not on a conscious level where he'd actually say something to James about it. "And I've got safewords, now -- I'll just start shouting 'yellow' at you in the streets whenever I'm uncomfortable. Piece of cake."

James laughs at that, and leans over to kiss Andrew's shoulder. "You do that," he answers fondly. "And if we have a fight, you can just say 'red' and leave, and once it's okay, you come back and say 'green'? I can work with that. Clear signals. Like a traffic light." Funny how tense he himself was, worrying about how Andrew would deal with things. He only just realises now, when he feels most of it melt away.

"Exactly like that." And just like that, the tension is lifted -- Andrew's still overexcited and worried if he lets himself analyze too much, but this is too much like normal for him to be too upset or embarrassed. It's James's turn to have his hair stroked now. "We'd just better not switch to the Gandhn traffic system, or you'll have to try to work out what I mean when I say 'mauve' or 'teal,'" he grins.

"Yeah, best not," he answers, smiling with contentment, and letting his eyes flutter shut for a bit. As much as he enjoys caring for Andrew, it's very nice when he returns the favour too. "Let's stick with Earth standards, since Earth seems to have become a standard." While he loves traveling, it's nice to have a familiar place. His first real home was on Earth, with Andrew, and it's nice to come back to that. Even if they, or at least Andrew, will probably get bored of it again eventually. Then again, this variation of New York hasn't exactly proved boring so far.

"'s a good standard -- if we have to have one," agrees Andrew. He hangs back a moment, enjoying the look on James's face. He won't tell James, but the truth of the matter is that he's worried about what they'll do when this place gets too stale and he goes stir-crazy, because he knows he will. Travel, perhaps, but they'll have to topple a secret organization first in order to be able to do so. It's easier than life on the spaceship, at least, but on the spaceship they were at least going somewhere.

Rather than voice his concerns, he leans in to give James a kiss.

They'll deal with that problem when they get to it. At least toppling a secret organisation will help with the boredom. Except for the part where James isn't actually quite so comfortable with hurling himself into danger, especially now he's a touch more mortal. But there's only so many serious conversations they can have in one morning.

He opens his eyes when Andrew leans in, then closes them again as he returns the kiss, smiling into it and reaching up to rest his hand on the back of Andrew's neck. He's still rather turned on by their conversation, but there's no rush.

Is it unusually dangerous? Andrew can recall all sorts of derring-do he seems to have survived over the years. Or that the Doctor has, at least.

Andrew shifts to get more comfortable, settling himself closer to James so he doesn't have to lean so far. When he pulls away from the kiss he stays close, more or less cuddling up against him. "Do you -- are you ready?" he asks, a little bit of worry creeping back into his voice.

The grin that spreads over James's face should be answer enough, though he throws in a nod and a "Very." as well. He takes the question as encouragement as well, sitting up a bit and shifting so he's leaned over Andrew, in a more - well, hey, dominant position, one hand propping himself up, the other one sliding down the front of his hoodie as he kisses him.

Andrew is not going to worry about whether this'll be weird, he decides. Of course, the fact that he has to consciously decide that means he's already worrying, but he doesn't need to let himself worry more, does he?

He squirms to get comfortable against the pillows, laying back and reaching up to touch James. One of his hands goes to James's side, the other to his neck, the thumb brushing along James's jaw.

Knowing Andrew, there will be worrying no matter what, but hopefully James will do a good job of distracting him from it. He plans to. Though he's not going to spare him of all that much embarrassement, because James secretly delights in that.

He still doesn't rush the kiss, taking a slow and sensual approach, but neither does he exactly waste time. His hand soon makes its way all the way down between Andrew's legs, rubbing his palm down against him, cupping him firmly through his trousers.

As soon as Andrew seems to be getting into it, however, he pulls back with a smile, and gets out of bed, returning to the table holding their souvenirs.

Is James's enjoyment of Andrew's embarrassment really a secret at this point? He's played dumb and made Andrew explain enough embarrassing things by now that even Andrew is sort of catching on that James is at least amused by it. Embarrassment during sex, though -- surely that can't be deliberate.

Andrew gives a low, pleased moan when he feels James take him in hand. It's the work of a moment to get Andrew rocking his hips to press more firmly into the touch; when James pulls away Andrew's pupils are blown and his lips flushed and wet. "Tease," he accuses, reaching down to cup himself as much to see what James will do about it as to get the feeling back.

Surely not. Not like James gets turned on by Andrew blushing about these things. He always found amusement in it, but in this body, he suddenly has a physical reaction to it too. This goes for a lot of things, really - including the bondage.

"And proud," he affirms, and when he sees what Andrew's doing, adds, "Hey, no touching. That's my privilege today." His voice is stern, but he's still smiling.

He brings the condoms, lube and a roll of paper towel over to the bedside table - no one should criticise him for not being prepared. Then he fetches the box of cuffs and straps as well as the now unpacked vibrator and brings them over to the bed, laying them next to Andrew and sitting down next to him. "Here. You haven't really looked at it yet, and you should before we start."

For a moment, Andrew wants to keep his hand where it is and see if James will come over and physically stop him. He's not sure, though -- what if James thinks he's just being selfish and impatient? Not that he really does want to wait, but if he just wanted a wank, he could have done it in the shower this morning.

"Just picking up where you left off." With a mock pout, he withdraws his hand and sets it on his belly where it can't do any mischief. He eyes the lube speculatively, but his attention very quickly zeroes in on the other tools when they're brought over. Turning on his side and bracing himself on an elbow, he gingerly reaches over and picks up the vibrator, squinting at it as if it's a puzzle to solve.

Suddenly, he tenses and looks up, toward the door. "Did you put the sign up?" he asks urgently.

"I did. But I'll go make sure," James answers with a reassuring smile, getting up and walking to the door. When he opens it, sure enough, there's still a 'do not disturb' sign there. But just for extra precautions, he goes and picks up a chair, and sets it in front of the door, so staff would have trouble getting in even with a key. "Not gonna let anyone spoil our fun," he says, rejoining Andrew on the bed.

Andrew cranes his neck to watch as James checks -- and then snorts heartily as he literally puts furniture in front of the door. "You're brilliant, have I told you that?" he asks fondly, by all appearances having forgotten he's holding a vibrator.

"Probably a few times, though I don't mind hearing it again," he answers cheerfully, and leans over to give him a quick kiss. "Have you thought about how you'd like to be tied up?" he then asks, running his hand through Andrew's hair. He may have sprung that question on him intentionally.