Deacon flushed and smiled. "I guess you're right. I just want to feel, like...used. I want you to fuck me like I'm...like I'm--" "A cheap whore?" Mark supplied. He was familiar with the feeling. "Yes!" Deacon looked relieved. Then nervous again. "Only don't..." Mark wound an arm around him and kissed his cheek. "Spit it out. If I can clean my bowels out in front of you, you can tell me how you want to be fucked." Deacon hesitated. "Just don't be mean about it, okay? I want you to be dirty but not mean. Does that make sense?" "Completely.