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Text: Well-trained, Fem Sadist x Masc Masochist T4T
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Julius is pretty much the exact opposite of his type. He’s prissy and well-groomed, waxed, trimmed, and plucked from head to toe. His blunt, silky dyed pink hair falls in a waterfall down his back and over his shoulders, and he wears makeup. He’s also shorter than Abel, which, as far as Abel is concerned, is just a non-starter.
There’s nothing, objectively, wrong with any of these things, but when it comes to dates, Abel has a type, and that type is tall muscle gods with equal parts macho and masochism. Julius squeals like a teenage girl if he so much as breaks a nail, which are meticulously painted with fresh designs every two weeks on the dot.
The date was fine, the two of them managing to keep up a conversation with relative ease, and Abel had even been ready to suggest that they remain friends after, right up until Julius, sipping a coffee, their dinner long-gone, and their dessert appropriately ravished, had said, “What’s your pain tolerance like? You look like you could take a beating.” Misunderstanding the shocked look on Abel’s face, he’d quickly added, “A consensual one.”
“I’m not the type of guy to take a beating,” Abel answered. Julius hummed, considering this for a moment, before he leaned in towards Abel, smiling conspiratorially.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
By far the most embarrassing thing about their first date is the fact that Julius’ cheesy line had worked. They’d finished their dessert, and Abel had gone home with him, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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