"If he were enough like you, I wouldn't have to pretend so mu--uh. Yeah man. Like you. Totally. I just gotta play like I'm not interested. Hard to get. Or like I found somethin' way better or whatever," the Warlock slid in correcting himself before he blasted his facade. Eyes rolled to the side, lips pursing in a silent whistling for a moment.
"Honestly guy, I think if you just ease Declan into a fair-share position, you can get him up to a place you like afterwards without any issue. He's already emotionally invested. He talks about you just plenty and not in uncertain terms. If he's avoiding the L-word for any reason, it's because he thinks it'll run you off. He's not a monk, though. He might not need or want sex in the more common tradition as you or I do, always having at least a tiny nugget in the back of our minds, but he's still a man. He still gets excited about things, or he wouldn't have come to me looking for help. That guy could be the next Buddha without trying, but he's human, too." Mac's eyes rolled, little flashes of lemon-lime flickering under mulberry lashes.
"I could be your Cyrano. Sort of. Not the best analogy, but it's the best I got. I mean I can map it out for you, the path of least resistance." He nodded, ticking off on his fingers.
"You know he has real feelings for you; nothing Declan says or does is guided by his penis since the idiot probably didn't even realize he had one before you started feeling him up. You know he's not expressly against intimacy with you; he's just got some weird hang-ups about what he's willing to do. The caveat there being he's probably willing to do literally anything, but his morals or whatever you wanna call it says he won't do anything that puts you in, shall we say, a more passive role, unless he 'submits' first. You're gonna have to get over whatever your feelings are there, he's like that because he respects you. If you don't want respect, then you're gonna end up like me. No one wants that."
A pause, tapping his chin before reaching out for a sip of water.
"And we all know Declan doesn't like lies at all, so he's pretty painfully honest or just says nothing. So line it up like dominoes. Go at him hard like usual, but go with guns loaded. So to speak. Ask him right up front if he's got feelings for you and what those feelings are. You'll have every confirmation you need with no more stupid misunderstandings. If you don't want to hear those answers, though, don't ask. Go on plugging your ears, but you wouldn't be in this position if you didn't already know the answer. He's head-over-heels for you. But best to hear it from him instead of me."
"When you know without a shadow of a doubt how he feels, then go for the rest. Y'all have your fun. You can do all your chaste hanky-panky with him, or if you wanna get really freaky-deaky, I imagine all it'll take is showing by doing. This is probably the only scenario in your life where your dick is literally the key to the lock. You probably don't even have to be good at it. You can be cheap and give him a poke and say you're done, then make him do all the work. He's dumb. He'll do it. Don't give me that look, you know I'm right."
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"Honestly guy, I think if you just ease Declan into a fair-share position, you can get him up to a place you like afterwards without any issue. He's already emotionally invested. He talks about you just plenty and not in uncertain terms. If he's avoiding the L-word for any reason, it's because he thinks it'll run you off. He's not a monk, though. He might not need or want sex in the more common tradition as you or I do, always having at least a tiny nugget in the back of our minds, but he's still a man. He still gets excited about things, or he wouldn't have come to me looking for help. That guy could be the next Buddha without trying, but he's human, too." Mac's eyes rolled, little flashes of lemon-lime flickering under mulberry lashes.
"I could be your Cyrano. Sort of. Not the best analogy, but it's the best I got. I mean I can map it out for you, the path of least resistance." He nodded, ticking off on his fingers.
"You know he has real feelings for you; nothing Declan says or does is guided by his penis since the idiot probably didn't even realize he had one before you started feeling him up. You know he's not expressly against intimacy with you; he's just got some weird hang-ups about what he's willing to do. The caveat there being he's probably willing to do literally anything, but his morals or whatever you wanna call it says he won't do anything that puts you in, shall we say, a more passive role, unless he 'submits' first. You're gonna have to get over whatever your feelings are there, he's like that because he respects you. If you don't want respect, then you're gonna end up like me. No one wants that."
A pause, tapping his chin before reaching out for a sip of water.
"And we all know Declan doesn't like lies at all, so he's pretty painfully honest or just says nothing. So line it up like dominoes. Go at him hard like usual, but go with guns loaded. So to speak. Ask him right up front if he's got feelings for you and what those feelings are. You'll have every confirmation you need with no more stupid misunderstandings. If you don't want to hear those answers, though, don't ask. Go on plugging your ears, but you wouldn't be in this position if you didn't already know the answer. He's head-over-heels for you. But best to hear it from him instead of me."
"When you know without a shadow of a doubt how he feels, then go for the rest. Y'all have your fun. You can do all your chaste hanky-panky with him, or if you wanna get really freaky-deaky, I imagine all it'll take is showing by doing. This is probably the only scenario in your life where your dick is literally the key to the lock. You probably don't even have to be good at it. You can be cheap and give him a poke and say you're done, then make him do all the work. He's dumb. He'll do it. Don't give me that look, you know I'm right."