[ it settles something strangely tense in tseng's stomach, that rufus pauses so long and then returns with that: a boundary. the identification of something he isn't sure he would like. ]
All right, then I won't do it to you. I'm glad you told me.
[ funnily enough, the question rufus asks is directly tied to exactly that tension that tseng had been carrying, that which had just now relaxed. it makes it easy to answer, even though the question is a difficult one. ]
Yes, and no. I have excellent control and years of training to avoid hurting you. I'm not worried about making a mistake.
What does worry me was the idea that you might allow me to do something to you that you don't enjoy, or that hurts more than it feels good, because you're resistant to enforcing boundaries or using safe words. Or because you perceive this as "just letting me do" what I want to you, and think you're obligated to put up with it.
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All right, then I won't do it to you. I'm glad you told me.
[ funnily enough, the question rufus asks is directly tied to exactly that tension that tseng had been carrying, that which had just now relaxed. it makes it easy to answer, even though the question is a difficult one. ]
Yes, and no. I have excellent control and years of training to avoid hurting you. I'm not worried about making a mistake.
What does worry me was the idea that you might allow me to do something to you that you don't enjoy, or that hurts more than it feels good, because you're resistant to enforcing boundaries or using safe words. Or because you perceive this as "just letting me do" what I want to you, and think you're obligated to put up with it.