Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 459. Negotiation 2

First, I was angry because he scared the shit out of me by sitting in the darkness behind a pushed-down closet.

Then I was angry because he so brazenly presented me with something I knew only from porn, and it was GIRLS wearing these.

I knew this day would come; even if I wanted to push it away, it would eventually be impossible, given the intimate stuff we had already done.

Knowing Henry was not only a greedy puppy but also a very horny one as well, I figured there would be a time he’d try to touch my ass and get beaten.

But I didn’t expect it to come in this fucked-up, brazen way...

Why did we even have to talk about such embarrassing gay shit?

Why not see where it would go while making out? Though I would still beat him to death if his fingers ever wandered too far down.

But all these reasons weren’t why I was absolutely furious—the most infuriating part was that he automatically assumed I would spread my legs for him.

AREN’T WE BOTH MEN?

DON’T WE HAVE THE SAME PARTS?

WHY DO I HAVE TO BEND DOWN TO HIM?

DOES HE FEEL MORE OF A MAN BECAUSE HE IS TALLER, MORE RIPPED, AND A BIT BIGGER DOWN THERE?

But just looking at his puppy-like behavior and clinginess, as well as jealousy and stuff—HE WAS CLEARLY WAY MORE OF A WOMAN THAN I WAS!

And if he insisted on being the man because he was slightly, and I repeat, only SLIGHTLY bigger down there—wouldn’t that be more of an argument for me to fuck him?

An asshole wasn’t something that was meant to be penetrated anyway, and given how tight it was holding all the shit back—WOULDN’T IT BE BETTER FOR SOMETHING SLIGHTLY—and I REPEAT ANEW—JUST SLIGHTLY SMALLER TO ENTER, INSTEAD OF SOMETHING BIGGER?

DOES THIS FUCKER MAKE EVEN REMOTELY SENSE???

THE FUCKING AUDACITY TO THINK I WOULD JUST HAPPILY TAKE THE BOX AND GO INTO THE BATHROOM TO GET READY FOR HIM, FOR THE ’’MAN’—HOW THE FUCK DARE HE?

Unable to really voice these accusations because I felt it would make it seem as if I wanted to fuck him, I got angrier the more he spoke.

This damn motherfucker, how dare he? How fucking dare he??

Even the Henry in my vision that gaslighted the future Chief Kenny into doing him did offer his ass HIMSELF. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

So what?

This present Henry isn’t as crazy about me as the Henry in the future that was more proficient in gaslighting?

HA! So just because I accommodated him so much, contrary to the future chief version of myself, he thinks I easily bend down?

Yes, yes, yes, it makes sense—what we don’t have, we want much more of and are ready to make more sacrifices for.

I really wanted to beat him, but every time I looked at him slightly trembling and still trying to play it cool but unbelievably nervous, I couldn’t bring myself to really do it.

Then came the question of whether I never wanted to have sex for the rest of my life; switching the narrative, he managed for my anger to extinguish as I speechlessly stared at him.

I mean... there were many ways to answer that question, and seeing Henry’s expression turning darker by the second, I knew he was going through the possible arguments as well.

Seeing him turn angry, or rather murderous, while waiting for how I would answer, I felt a bout of satisfaction.

And then I felt bad that he was feeling so anxious.

"I didn’t..." say I would never want to have sex again.

And I have surely never said that it would be with someone other than you in the future.

I hadn’t even thought about that, so naturally, I couldn’t immediately give an answer, rendered so baffled by the accusatory glare he gave me.

HOWEVER. When I looked away, uncomfortable, I again gazed at the butt plugs, nestled in a neat row inside the box in some black foam material.

Then I got angry again because why the fuck should I be the one feeling bad when he was insulting me with this kind of fucking present???

Besides, he was clearly trying to manipulate me again at this moment, AND THAT WITHOUT EVEN OFFERING HIS OWN ASS.

If he had gaslighted me the way the version of future Henry had in my vision, so desperate to be with me that he didn’t care about the way it would go down, then I might have felt flattered.

BUT THE AUDACITY OF HIM TRYING TO MANIPULATE ME INTO OFFERING MY ASS BECAUSE OF SOME STRANGE GUILT OVER SOMETHING HE JUST MADE UP IN HIS MIND—HELL FUCKING NO!!

I grew angrier the more I thought about it, especially when I remembered the visions where I saw myself being FUCKED BY HIM—ONE OF THEM IN THIS FUCKING GREEN ROOM EVEN, BECAUSE THAT MEANT THIS SHIT HAD WORKED ON SOME FUTURE VERSION OF ME!

I was ready to beat him again, but then I looked at his handsome face—one moment downcast, the next desperate, then nervous, then stubborn—and halted.

In the end, I got my kitchen knife to stop myself from disciplining my puppy.

I really didn’t want to hurt him.

"There are many straight men who pleasure themselves with—"

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

When he finally turned silent, I calmed down a bit, exhausted and helpless.

I thought I had never been someone who avoided conflict; on the contrary, but I really, really hated having a conflict with Henry.

Especially if it was about something like this where there was no real solution.

The longer this went on, the angrier I would become, and seeing the black box in front of me, each time I spotted it, I really felt the need to get very violent.

This couldn’t continue like this.

"You know what? Get the fuck out; I don’t want to see you right now." I let go of the knife.

I am unwilling, and I am fucking disappointed.

Especially from someone as clingy and lovesick as Henry, I had expected him not to be so narrow-minded as to just throw something at me while having unrealistic expectations, giving a fuck about my opinion, and just demanding to spread my legs WHEN I TOLD HIM A THOUSAND TIMES I WOULDN’T DO IT!

And I am fucking disappointed in some version of my future selves that had apparently just given in to that shit, maybe even asking him politely if he would let himself get fucked too, THOUGH HE SHOULD OFFER THAT FIRST.

Yeah, I won’t sink to the level of that version of my future self, so you can all go and fuck yourselves.

"You didn’t let me finish."

I sighed internally, ready to throw him out with force when he placed a box in front of himself...

Oh...

So... that fucker kept that for the grand finale...

So he had it all planned out... so he was as crazy about me as the gaslighting future version I had seen... maybe even more because he wanted both ways?

Stumped, I didn’t know how to react when he said,

"You will go first."

First... I will go first...

Images of me pounding Henry, his hands bound with a silk cravat, entered my mind, making me dizzy and a bit agitated.

Henry chuckled, watching me keenly.

"You really thought I would ask you for something I wasn’t ready to do myself?" He sighed sadly while I couldn’t rip my eyes from the box in front of him, suddenly finding these butt plugs not as insulting.

"I am disappointed," he murmured wistfully, yet his face changed the next second back to confidence, this time real and not faked.

"You go first, and we can spice the deal in your favor—if you don’t manage to cum inside me, I won’t even try doing it to you."

Cum inside him...

So he wants to do it raw?

I have never had sex without a condom...

Is he really telling me I can put it in raw?!??

I mean, a sexual disease surely wouldn’t harm our enhanced bodies, even if one of us had one.

Raw...

I swallowed slightly.

"If you can’t get it up like when we tried in prison, then I won’t speak about us having sex ever again."

My eyes snapped to him, meeting his fiery gaze.

Is he insulting me right now??

Naturally, I can get it up; what the fuck is he talking about?!??

However, I didn’t say it out loud, first because I was still stunned into immobility, but also because it sounded super gay, and he had indeed stated the facts.

What was back then only natural—not getting erect when confronted by a man’s ass—now felt strangely challenging and like an unfair accusation about my abilities in general.

"I can’t wait to have you in me though..." he said in a deep, sultry tone that made me shudder all over.

I looked back at the box in front of him, too embarrassed to face him because of the way my heart galloped in my chest and the tingly feeling spreading in my stomach.

He again reached to his side; this time he put two bottles on the table that didn’t need any explanations, as their labels clearly stated lubricant.

"It’s the first day today, so I am going to the bathroom next door~" He stood up and gathered his box and lubricant but then stopped.

"Oh, and you also can’t listen in while I am busy~" He still didn’t leave, as if he was waiting for an answer.

I was so fucking annoyed at the way he had turned from meek and nervous to absolutely sure of himself after confirming by my reactions what he probably believed to be the sexual power he had over me—that I would have loved to just slap him across his damn beauty mark.

No, not slapping—punching. Can’t turn too girly here just because of the gay topic at hand.

In the end, I gave what felt like a very strenuous, very short, very slight nod without looking at him, and heard him leaving the room with an excited, overjoyed hum.