“Hey,” Al said, waving to get Dale’s attention. “Come sit here. I won’t bite. Not unless you ask me to.” He grinned, and Dale’s face heated up so rapidly he thought his head might explode.
He shuffled over to the futon and sat on it—not so far away from Al that it looked as though he was trying to avoid him, but not too close, either. He was already distracted by the other man’s presence. Any more of that and he wouldn’t have a single sensible thing to say, and their chat would be pretty one-sided.
“So,” Al said gently, turning to face Dale. “You only just realised you’re gay, and that you’re a submissive. And now you’re here. It must all be pretty overwhelming?” His expression was open, welcoming. Kind.
Dale frowned. This was not at all what he’d been expecting from a Dom. Weren’t they
