[There's a flash of a smile, there and gone again at the mention of organization, refocused while Cy continues. Darkening, an intensity to the look that belies interest — a box of toys purchased just for him. It calls to mind their second experience together, when Cy had walked him through the use of a dildo and they'd first begun navigating boundaries, preferences, that electric chemistry tethered inexplicably between them in a weave of attraction and emotional vulnerability and trust. He nods his head, to show that he understands.

Cy walks him through the scenario in such a way that arousal is quick to build, a matchstick to dry grass, as much transfixed by the obscenity of Cy's language and the clever mind that invents these ideas as the plan itself. Excitement is hot in his blood, evidenced by the fact that he's soon hard in Cy's lap and does not try to hide it.

Another curt nod, and at the slap of a thigh he slides back and off the bed to fetch the indicated box. One of the dildos is selected — larger than the first Cy had gifted to him two months ago, closer to the girth of Cy's own dick and chosen for this fact alone.]

I can see you have no intention of letting me sleep tonight. [It's spoken wryly, amused rather than in any way bothered.] Your neighbors are going to begin to resent me, if they don't already.

[Cy wants him crying and begging for it — and where once that would have felt difficult to do, blockaded by his own mental barriers, he does not worry now. He has a safeword. He has the bell. And he loves Cy. Climbing back onto the bed, he looks around for lubricant.]

Flogging... I'm interested in that. How different is it from other forms of impact play such as spanking?