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As Long as I Can Travel this World with You: Chapter 15 Preview

Fadel comes to with the feeling of several kisses being planted all over his face. He lets out a groan, then

finally opens his eyes and finds Style leaning over him with an adoring expression on his face.

“Hello, my submissive sugar princess,” Style says, his voice a purr.

Fadel bites back the urge to laugh, then reaches over and hits Style with a pillow.

“Hey!” Style shouts, warding off the attack, “Is that how you treat your precious Dom? I sent you flying into subspace TWICE last night!”

“That's not a thing,” Fadel says as he attempts to turn onto his side, only to barely hold back a smirk when Style turns him back over.

“It is a thing,” Style says, bracing his arms right above Fadel’s shoulders, “You are so subby, baby girl-”

“I'm going to headbutt you.”

Style smiles and lowers himself slightly, “You would never.”

Fadel huffs and shifts beneath him slightly, “Fine. I’ll Dom you then.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?” Style asks, then straddles Fadel’s waist and sits up, “I wouldn't mind. We already switch physically. Psychologically could work too. But I really like taking care of you. And I think you like it that way too. Don't you like it, Fadel? Don't you like what we did last night?”

…Fadel isn't going to dignify that with a response.

“You were so fucking sexy,” Style groans, “I really didn't think I would be THAT into it! I mean, anything with you and sex I would be into. If you came home wearing a lobster costume and started pinching me seductively, I would be like, ‘You know what? Yeah. Let's do this-”

“Let's not,” Fadel says pointedly, “I am not roleplaying as a lobster. Find someone else if that's something you're curious about. I’ll give you a pass.”

Style lets out a laugh, “You would not.”

“Go on, find someone,” Fadel says dismissively, “See if I care.”

“You would SOB if I did that,” Style reiterates, “I know it! And I don't want to do that to you, despite loving you being vulnerable around me. I would never be the one to trigger it by fucking some foolish, strange, wannabe lobster! That's disgusting. I can just imagine it now. You’re coming home after a hard day and want to get fucked hard to ease out the tension of the day, only to find me fucking some guy dressed as a lobster, right over our kitchen counter! Not only that, but he's a mascot for that seafood restaurant that made us all sick last year-”

“Stop,” Fadel whines, shifting beneath him only to glare when Style grins with delight.

“I'm not jealous,” Fadel informs him, “I just don't like thinking of the time the four of us got sick and you and Bison had us all switch hotel rooms because you both decided that your boyfriends couldn't see you like that despite Kant and I being in the same shape.”

“Worst vacation ever,” Style says with a sigh, then gives him another kiss, “But maybe I would have stayed in my original room assignment if I knew I was sharing a space with the best sub ever.”

Fadel runs his hands up Style’s arms, “I doubt I would have been in the best shape for the most basic and boring sex imaginable.”

“When there is a will, there is a way,” Style says, only to frown, “Except I had no will on that trip. No way. I wanted to cease to exist. Could have been worse though. I can't believe you and Kant ended up in the hospital due to dehydration. Sorry for hogging our future medical student. He had the two of us feeling as good as we could have felt in that situation.”

“Happy for you,” Fadel says, “Even though you both left me and Kant to suffer.”

Style thrusts their hips together slightly, “I’ll make it up to you. Right now.”

“Arent you going to work?” Fadel asks, but exposes more of his neck so Style can kiss him there more thoroughly.

“Going to work, scrolling through steamy websites so I can order a sex swing to strap you into, same thing,” Style murmurs. Fadel lets out a hysterical snort and pushes down on Style’s shoulders.

“Where do you plan on putting this sex swing? Fadel asks as Style kisses his neck and chest, “Just out in the open for all to see? I feel like it's something that would be a pain to take down and hide.”

“Why would we need to hide away our sex swing in the place we live in?” Style asks, moving down to Fadel’s pec.

“Because we frequently have company,” Fadel says, “Even if we hide it in here, I feel like someone would eventually walk in for whatever reason and see it.”

Style picks his head up, “Like who?”

“Kant and Bison, maybe.”

Style smirks at that, “Hm. I seriously doubt they would be scandalized. They're pretty kinky too. If anything, they would understand completely, or maybe even be inspired enough to buy one of their own. And even if they weren't, the four of us have gone through so much together. Collective trauma bond. They aren't going to judge me if I perch you up in a swing that suspends you in mid-air so I can fuck you to my heart’s content, and they won't judge you for letting it happen-”

“I know, because it would be the other way around,” Fadel says.

“Last night tells me differently,” Style says in a singsong voice before becoming more serious, “But even if you do put me in this proposed swing-”

“Don't say that like I am the one who proposed we get a swing,” Fadel cuts in, then narrows his eyes, “That was you. Which is interesting you can propose to me when it comes to getting a sex swing but not to ask-”

If you can fuck me in it too?” Style asks quickly, then sits up to stare down at him, “Will you, Fadel? Can we take turns in the swing? Please please please please?”

Fadel knows EXACTLY what Style is doing. He's not dumb. He knows Style is changing the topic before Fadel can even bring it up. It's rude. That being noted, it might not be the best time for it. They are playing a video game with his cousins tonight. His whole family is flying in on Sunday. They don't need to fight right now. So Fadel lets out a sigh and gets back on topic.

“...I really think you will be embarrassed if someone sees it,” Fadel says.

“I won't!” Style says, “I just told you that we have been through too much with Kant and Bison to have such boundaries-”

“Babe and Ben, then.”

“Pfft, please,” Style says, “Those two go at each other like rabbits. The amount Babe impulsively overshared during the first couple of months of their relationship before they decided to gaslight people into thinking they broke up and were just roommates? I found myself blushing. They found a new sexual plane of existence days into their relationship, despite being sweet and inexperienced prior to that. They AREN'T normal. They are undercover freaks at this point. I know it. They won't care about some vanilla swing.”

‘Your pa.”

Style shrugs and strokes Fadel’s chest with his finger, “I have led Pa to believe we are virgins for too long.”

“Style, he does NOT believe that about you,” Fadel says, “Or about me. He lectured me about using condoms with you the first time I met him.”

“It’s probably about time he finds out I am not as pure as I have led him to believe,” Style continues heavily, “If that's by seeing our future sex swing, then so be it.”

Fadel stares at him in disbelief, then smirks a little, “My grandparents.”

Style blinks rapidly and shakes his head, “What?”

“They're flying in on Sunday,” Fadel says, “My whole family is, but I can especially see my grandparents wanting to stay here. How are you going to explain the swing to them?”

Fadel bites back a laugh as Style winces and struggles to come up with an answer.

“We’ll…” Style starts, “We’ll transform the office into a sex dungeon and put a lock on the door that can only be unlocked by our fingerprints-”

“The office is filled with windows,” Fadel points out, “And it's on the way into the kitchen. It's only a matter of time we have a…session or whatever you want to call it and my babaanne happens to be walking by to make us the comfort food of the hour.”

“Stop it, Fadel,” Style whines, “They seem really supportive! They just want you to be happy! Me domming you makes you happy, as it was proven last night! And if they contradict their support and display even a hint of judgment, we’ll lie and say that the swing is for exercise!”

“They're fit people,” Fadel tells him, “They’d probably want to know how it works and try it.”

Style wiggles his eyebrows, “Really? I didn't realize your grandparents were so kink-”

“That is NOT what I meant!” Fadel says, then pushes at Style, “Go away. I'm turned off now.”

“Oh, don't be,” Style says dismissively, “They're really attractive for being in their late seventies. If they are still doing it and want to spice things up-”

“Style! Stop.”

“Stop,” Style mocks, then smiles down at him, “Sorry. I was just thinking of the best case scenario.”

“How the fuck are your perverted thoughts about my grandparents the best case scenario?”

“Because I wouldn’t be embarrassed of our sex swing if they were intrigued or fully into it!” Style says before his face falls, “But you're right. There isn't a suitable space for it that can remain completely private. We have guests over too much to transform one of the guest rooms. I still think our bedroom would work, but it's a risk. I need to log onto The Sims again. Soon. I need to plan out and build a secret passageway into a hidden room where we can keep our sex swing.”

Fadel stares at him in bewilderment before letting out a snort, “I doubt there are sex swings on The Sims. Good luck decorating this secret room.”

Style grins at that, “Fadel. You sweet, innocent soul. I have mods. OnlySims so my sims can be camboys. Wicked Whims, so I can download a slew of animations and play out all the ways Sim You and Sim Me can fuck each other. It's where I get my more adventurous positions. I think there are sex swings and sex benches in the custom content I already have. I wonder if there is a BDSM mod so I can label you my subby sugar princess.”

“You're a freak,” Fadel tells him, “I can't believe you get off from watching your sims have sex.”

“Sims that look like you and me?” Style asks, “Absolutely. You should watch me enable the dirty mods and play that way sometime. I turned them off to focus on designing the house, and then you got pregnant. There was just no time to make my game dirty again. I needed to focus on our growing family. You still haven't given birth, by the way. I haven't played since before our trip. I really want to see our triplets! As soon as they turn into toddlers, I will get them a sitter or have Pa take care of them, and then you and I? We’ll have fun all night in our secret sex dungeon that we will totally have in real life. I’ll make sure of it.”

Fadel stares at him, unimpressed, then reiterates his point, “...You're a freak.”

“You love me anyway,” Style tells him, then kisses him once more, “And I love you. I'm going to take a shower and then head out. Want to join me?”

“Fadel props himself up and nods, “I'm going to go into the restaurant today. Might as well.”

“You're sure?” Style asks, “You don't have to go in. You're still going through a lot-”

“I'm fine, Style.”

“And I just rocked your world last night,” Style finishes, “I don't want you to subdrop, baby. You need to rest.”

Fadel scoffs at that, “I'm not going to subdrop. That's NOT a thing.”

“It is too!” Style says, nodding vigorously, “Bison said Kant went through hardcore subdrop! They were doing a more intense scene, and then Bison got called in for an emergency shift that he had to rush off to. Kant seemed fine, but when Bison came back several hours later, Kant was crying and had broken a bunch of stuff!”

Fadel pauses, then tilts his head, “...You talked to my brother about this.”

If Fadel wasn't set on making a point, he would laugh at the frozen, panicked look on Style’s face.

“Style-”

“I didn't!”

“Then why do you know about that?” Fadel says calmly, “I’ve known about it. Bison called me all upset after Kant settled down and went to sleep, crying about being a neglectful partner. But Bison never said anything about telling you. In fact, he told me he would never tell you because you would lose it on him. But since you said Bison told you and not Kant, I am wondering when this conversation happened and why-”

‘I’m taking a shower,” Style says quickly, then gets up and rushes into the bathroom before Fadel can blink. While Fadel supposes he can be petty, make his assumptions known, and withhold sex and whatever else they did last night for the foreseeable future, that sounds like a punishment for both of them.

He will let this slide. For now. If Bison gives him any knowing glances or wants to have a conversation that requires too much information being exchanged, he will reconsider. Until then, he is going to let Style have a pass, get him comfortable, and coax out the details later.

“Why are you in here?” Style asks suspiciously once Fadel steps into the shower, “Why do you have the lube?”

Fadel says nothing as he gently turns Style around and presses him against the wall. Style seems so relieved that Fadel isn't saying more on the matter that he forgets how set he was on domming Fadel before breakfast and lets Fadel take control instead.

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