"So what kind of Dom are you then?" Kaiya looked at little surprised, as if that wasn't what he'd intended to say, and Loki smiled at how cute he was.

"I've never defined myself by type, but I don't like to cause pain. Only pleasure and good feelings."

"Oh, I think John called that a pleasure Dom. He thought they were-" Kaiya stopped, blushing.

"He thought they were what? Weak, I suspect."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk about him. I sometimes feel like I got so used to someone policing me that I forgot how to modify myself."

"I won't stop you speaking of him. He was a large part of your life for a year."

"Almost two, including when we were long distance."

"Alright, so he's shaped parts of your attitudes towards this. I won't judge you for it, though I'm sure you can guess some of what I think of those attitudes."

Kaiya giggled, hiding it behind his hand. Loki wanted to hear him. Wanted to hear everything. He liked the images that thought threw up a little too much, but luckily Kaiya was watching a street performer by then, with awe in his eyes, and didn't notice the way he shifted.

Loki wouldn't have defined himself as a pleasure Dom. As far as he was concerned, that was the role every Dom should take. Who would want to be a Dom and not bring pleasure to the people they scened with? Of course, he wasn't naïve: he knew full well that some people are all about their own arousal, and their partner's would be incidental, if at all, but he certainly wouldn't admire someone like that. Seemingly another reason to look down on this 'John'. Even Laurent, who had far distant preferences to himself, sought satisfaction for his partners above all else.

Loki took Kaiya to a restaurant Frankie had recommended, and when they were seated Kaiya wriggled in his seat as he held the menu.

"Do you need the bathroom?"

"God! Sorry, no. It's just Jo- I'm used to having my food ordered for me."

"Oh? And is that your preference? Would you like me to order for you?"

Kaiya's eyes became a little distant. "Back home, when I was still in Manila, he'd send me messages to tell me what I was allowed to eat, to make sure I ate healthily. I should have realized something was wrong when he stopped caring what I ate. And stopped taking me out to eat."

Loki was proud of his ability to react flexibly to the needs of people he scened with, though it had been some time since he was able to delve fully into it. If anything, it just built the frisson that passed through him at the thought that here was someone who needed him. Someone he maybe needed right back. Or wanted at the very least.

He smiled at the approaching waitress.

"Yes, two garden salads, I think, to start."

* * * * *

"Can we just kiss for a while before we think of anything else?"

They already had been – kissing and very soft fingertip explorations – for long minutes, and had only broken apart to breath unmarked air for a moment.

"Of course," was Owen's only response, before he pressed forward again.

It was comfortable, even with the awareness that Gray was at the end of the bed, watching everything. Sawyer hadn't kissed him – maybe even ever; it wasn't one of the memories that had come back if he had – and Henry hadn't been enamored by it. He remembered Henry complaining about it being wet and messy. Gabe had spent a long time practicing on his hand to be a tidier kisser, but Henry had never been impressed. Owen seemed pretty into Gabe's kissing style, if the moans and the way his hands roamed were any sign.

It was a novel feeling, to have Owen here, shaky against his body, but willing to go at Gabe's pace. With only Henry and Sawyer (the others surely, surely, did not count) to compare, he found the sensation of desire incredible, and pressed against Owen more firmly, gripping with a little more pressure to his shoulders.

"Gabe," Owen eventually broke off to whisper right into his ear, "how are you feeling?"

"Good," he whispered back, though he was certain Gray could hear every word. "Maybe ready for something more."

"Fuck, yes," Owen gasped as the continued shifting of their bodies brought them in line just in time for Gabe's suggestion. "Daddy," he whined, and Gabe was taken aback, until he realized Gray had come to stand over Owen, and bent to kiss him, as gentle as Gabe had been, but Owen whimpered anyway.

"Oh, Gabe, you have made my boy needy, haven't you?" Gray asked in such a warm, satisfied voice, all Gabe could do was nod rapidly. "Fuck, the pair of you are cute."

"What do we do?"

"Anything you want. Owen and I discussed it, and we want you to choose."

"Can I- Owen, can I suck you?"

Owen's voice said, "Are you sure?" but his entire being screamed 'yes please', making Gabe laugh as he slid down the bed between Owen's spread thighs. He admired the tone of them – his own legs were pretty skinny because he remembered Sawyer saying it was easier to 'keep him attractive' through diet rather than exercise. He would need to ask Owen about good exercises, but not now.

Now, he was faced with a hard cock belonging to someone else for the first time in a long time. It made him think of other things, like how good it might feel to have Owen stretched out along his back, pressing against him, breaching him. The thought left him flushed, and a little confused that it seemed so right, so exciting.

"Gabe?" Gray asked, sitting to Owen's side and stroking a big hand against his hip. Gray had nice hands – long fingers yet strong, not skinny like his. He wondered what they would feel like against his skin, which was feeling warm but sensitive – goosebumps rising across his shoulders.

"Gabe?" Owen asked. "Are you with us? We can stop."

"Please, no. It's good. I guess I'm distracted. There's so many ways to feel and I'm not used to it being like this."

Gray leaned in "Is it too much? You don't have to continue, remember that."

"I know. Don't worry, I don't feel pressured. You're both being really good at letting me take the lead. Except... except maybe I'd prefer if you didn't?"

"You don't want to take the lead?"

"I don't think so. Could you, I don't know, order me around a bit?"

"Oh, Gabe, with absolute pleasure," Gray said, finally touching him – placing one of those powerful hands on his shoulder. "You have your safewords, and I will stop things if I suspect you need a break, even if you don't use them. Not everyone is a natural at asking for what they need. I'd also like you to be aware of how you feel – we will be debriefing after the scene and aftercare."

"That sounds good," Gabe admitted.

"Well then, our sweet boy, are you ready to make Owen feel really good? He's been so patient, hasn't he?"

Owen hadn't been, not really, all shivers and whimpers and writhing his hips around while he waited, but he made a pleased, high-pitched noise at the praise, and Gabe understood it just a bit more.

Gray moved his head closer, like he didn't want to miss a thing, and Gabe kept waiting for a trigger, or a flash of vile memory. But nothing came, and maybe it was because Gray's husky instructions were relaxed and kind at every step, from asking Gabe to kiss up Owen's length, to gently holding the back of his neck while he could feel Owen's tip slide into his throat, and telling him he looked so good, full. Or maybe it was because Owen never gripped his hair and held him down, keeping his own hands tightly grasped on the bars of the bed at Gray's instruction. By the end, when Owen was shuddering and so very clearly falling to pieces, Gray was gently dropping ticklish kisses to the curve of Gabe's neck, one hand cupping Owen's balls and gently tugging as he came.

Gabe leaned back into Gray – fortunately, because Owen launched himself upright, grabbing Gabe's face and kissing passionately – and giggly – to tell him how good it was.

"How do you feel?" Gray asked, when Owen had moved to suck marks into Gabe's chest that made him feel like he was being electrocuted.

"Amazing, actually. It was so different – to what I've been used to, and to what I was expecting. I don't- like, right now, I don't feel anywhere near panicking about it. I can remember bad things, but they aren't taking over. This was nothing like any of that."

"I hoped we might have that. Your psyche has a lot of room to move. It's unusual in a case like yours, but I suspect it's because you had time to partially heal without those memories slowing things down. With that in mind, would you like Owen to give you a blowjob while I fuck him?"

"Uh, yes, yes I would like that."