Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 458. Negotiation

Henry’s POV

"Just hear out." I watched him sitting upright, bending his head to each side to produce a cracking sound, as if he was getting ready to fight it out.

"You can still beat up after I finish," I continued.

"Go on. Tell why the fuck I get butt plugs presented after just having woken up."

They weren’t technically buttplugs; it was a stretching kit, but I didn’t get into that.

"I know, I am sorry. Please forgive ." I lowered my head, trying to appear as pitiful as possible, peeking at him through my hair, only to see him utterly unmoved.

Fuck.

I looked up again, clearing my throat and pushing forward with my presentation.

"Seven days: first the thinnest, the second day the first and the second one, the third day the first three until... the seventh when..."

Kenny sneered.

"When you fuck ?"

It had been so long since I saw him this fierce—I was shocked for a mont, wanting to reveal my trump card or just acidify everything offending him on this negotiation table.

But then I suddenly chuckled, looking at my hands before facing him.

"Not even talking about it? Does that an you don’t want to have sex for the rest of your life?"

I dare you to say you could have sex again that was not as complicated, aning heterosexual sex—I dare you to just hint at the nonexistent possibility of being able to have sex with soone other than at so point. I DARE YOU.

I squinted my eyes, the thought alone making angry.

Just ntion that you won’t be with forever, and watch burn the world down.

Kenny looked at speechlessly, furrowing his brows. He opened his mouth as if to say sothing before closing it again.

Apparently, he could understand my train of thought; he looked away, softening a tiny bit.

"I didn’t..." Then he suddenly stopped.

"Wait, are you gaslighting right now?" He turned angry again, this ti cracking his knuckles, ready to lunge at any mont.

He chuckled, and I felt a shiver run down my body from how good he looked and from the actual fear that I was damaging his psyche.

"Was I too lenient with you? You think you can get my ass after I told you a hundred tis that there is ZERO possibility, and now you give this without a fucking word of warning? What the hell even is that? So gay shit you want to wear for seven fucking days? Have you lost it?"

"Not for a whole day, just at least twenty minutes each," I refuted, while slightly shaking my head, only to see him turn angrier the more he heard.

I leaned forward to assure him.

"Every ti you enter the bathroom, I won’t listen in, I won’t enter; you are alone in absolute privacy during these seven days."

"WHICH IS SOTHING TOTALLY NATURAL AND SHOULD BE A GIVEN ANYWAY?" He scream-whispered.

.....

After halting for a mont, I ignored his words—if absolute privacy in the bathroom was a law, how could sothing beautiful like a cum bath co to exist?

I continued to present the facts.

"If properly prepared beforehand, there won’t be a reason to loosen the spot up by fingering."

When Kenny had demanded to fuck on my first visit in prison, I tried it myself, feeling it was necessary and I would gladly compensate him.

I hate my past self for everything, especially not getting him out imdiately, not pouncing at the aspect of him wanting to do it no matter how sick the reason, and many more things.

However, back then I tried it, fingering myself for the first ti.

It was uncomfortable, though, imagining Kenny would do it for ... I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad watching him do it—no, the truth is I can’t really rember nor comprehend my thinking back then, but I know that the thought of another man looking at and showing his fingers inside as I lay bare before him would have made sick, disgusted, and furious, but also embarrassed.

For soone straight that had no experience with that way of pleasuring themselves, the ass wasn’t a spot that could be touched.

Kenny went silent, looking at the box for a long ti, before looking at , his red eyes gleaming dangerously.

"You won’t have to touch with your fingers, but just with your dick??!?" He conjured up his kitchen knife before ramming it into the closet door beside the box, where it stuck half inserted.

This kitchen knife ... is really made of high quality...

Additionally... I know this knife; I had it at my throat at least two tis, and it even cut slightly.

Very sharp...

I stared at it for a mont.

Am I the greatest piece of shit? Ordering this kit without asking him, speaking with him about this just after he woke up, and not instantly revealing my trump card to assure him?

No, not yet.

But seeing that my plan to counter the embarrassnt had been so absolutely useless, I felt a bit dispirited.

"No fingering to loosen up..." I mumbled much quieter.

I thought he would be more open to the idea, seeing that he had accommodated so much in the past.

FUCK.

Kenny pulled the knife out of the closet door before ramming it inside again, as if he needed an outlet.

The ssage of ramming a phallic symbol into the door of a closet...

If the phallic symbol was pulled out, did it then... co out... of the...

"What are you thinking about? You dare to be distracted after pissing off???" he asked, as if he had read my thoughts, making his anger spike further.

"Seven days is an appropriate ti to loosen up properly. It’s about learning to relax rather than... stretching per se," I said, getting annoyed with the whole situation myself.

Why the fuck was I so impatient?

Why the fuck couldn’t we at least talk about it?

Why the fuck is it so difficult to do it between two n???

"The fucking audacity to ask —" He froze and suddenly shut up, giving a chance to continue.

"Like I said, I won’t listen in; you can stay in the bathroom as long as you want... and I have ordered a booklet that explains everything." I grabbed it and placed it on the side of the black box, where no knife was stuck.

"Is that an instruction on how to get fucked in the ass?"

Yes.

"No, it’s just informational material."

"If you want, we can make a deal... we can call it off any mont, and I will never speak about it again."

He scoffed, and I argued.

"There are many straight n who pleasure themselves with—" I started before he interrupted .

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

...

I shut up and didn’t say anything more, seeing that he was still gripping the knife handle, though the strength he used to hold it was lessening the longer the silence stretched.

He seed to calm down, but then he instantly got angry again all by himself and grabbed the knife handle.

"You know what? Get the fuck out; I don’t want to see you right now." He let go of the knife handle, so annoyed that he didn’t want to look at .

Now it was ti for my trump card, my weapon against pride and control.

"You didn’t let finish." I grabbed the item lying beside , hidden from his eyes as it was covered by the closet.

First, giving the hard facts, and if he was angry, so be it; if he wanted to beat , so be it. Following would be my main argunt, besides the fact that I wanted, wanted, WANTED HIM, and NEEDED US to be connected—as close as god and humanly possible.

My offer to entice and entangle him.

The best argunt has to co at the end, doesn’t it?

I placed the item in front of , on top of the closet door; it was another black box.

Kenny stared at it with a startle, his eyes darting from the box in front of to the one in front of him, as if comparing the two.

I lifted and turned my personal box to let him see it from a different angle—to let him see right inside.

"Seven days from now." As I repeated the words from before, a sudden surge of anticipation overca again, making calr and far more sure of myself, him, and us.

A smile played around my lips as I let him confirm that my box held the exact sa content as his, together with the aning this fact brought with it.

"You will go first."