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The moment Dexter dropped into his chair in a rather dead slump, Gaston know what was up. He’d seen it before, after all...a few too many times lately. “Work got you down again?”

“Mmph.” The human looked over at his roommate, a seven-foot komodo dragon who was lounging on the sofa, shirtless, watching TV until he came around. Those sharp reptilian eyes full of concern...well, he appreciated it, at least, even if he was a touch annoyed that the lizard couldn’t personally relate. “Never work an office job. It will suck your soul dry.”

“Well, some religions don’t believe we have souls, so maybe I’d be okay.”

“Even if that were the case, they’d find a way to forcibly inject a soul into you just so they could suck it out of you. I guarantee it.”

Despite the dourness of the statement, Gaston couldn’t help but snicker. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t have a good day today.”

“Gee, what’d make you think that?”

“Call it an educated guess. What was it today?”

“Where do you want me to start? The co-workers that completely fucked up their worksheets and then blamed me for it even though I wasn’t involved in the project? Or the client who called me up and yelled at me because they said everything I did was wrong, even though I was able to look at my work as they were yelling at me and know I did it all correctly and their QA is full of crap? Or my boss lecturing me because he thinks I should be more of a team player and more deferential to idiot clients, and treats me like I’m not pulling my weight even though I’m the second most productive member of my department?”

“Eh, any one of those work. They all sound pretty crappy.”

“That’s because they are. I have to put up with shit every day, it feels like...I honestly don’t know how this department still functions, there’s so much dysfunction. It feels toxic some days.”

“We’ve been over this before, though, Dex. You know you hate the job, why don’t you just quit?”

“You know why, Gaston.”

“Yeah, yeah...you say it’s because it’s pretty good money. But is it really worth all the headache? I mean, there are jobs where you can make good money without feeling like you’re in constant hell, you know that.”

“Yes, you keep telling me.” Dex’s voice was a bit stiff at that, and it wasn’t any surprise to Gaston why - he envied the komodo dragon’s cushy programming position, which had him in a job environment that was laid back, friendly, and productive, and fairly lucrative in top of that. He was making around as much as Dex was, but a lot less stressed out about it.

“I’m serious, though. You could do something else. Quit that job, find another one. Or go apply before you quit, if you feel like you have to, though I know you’ve got a decent savings. And it’s not like we have that many living expenses since we still room together.”

“I know...I just...my degree isn’t really that good...I should’ve thought a lot harder before going into philosophy. I don’t think I’ll be able to get anything good unless I go back to school, and I just...don’t want to go back to school, I spent too long there in the first place, it feels like a step back.”

Gaston shrugged. “You probably don’t have to go back full time. Part time would work. And that’d give you time to do other stuff.”

“Maybe...I dunno. Some people keep telling me that I should be lucky to have a job at all, since there are a lot who don’t. And I guess they have a point…”

“Look, Dex, it’s gonna kinda have to be up to you to make the change. There’s plenty of stuff other people will say, but they don’t live your life, they don’t know what your deal is. It’s on you to make the change you want to see, no one else is gonna do that for you...if they make any change for you it’s bound to be a bad one. What is it you actually want to do?”

“The same thing I’ve wanted to do since we met in college. I want to start my own business. But hell if I know what to start it IN.”

“Well-”

“DON’T say do some research. I have been. I just don’t know what’s good. Lots of upstart businesses fail, I don’t want to be one of those if I can help it, and that means I need a good place to start that has lots of promise...if I fail at that, well, then that’s all on me, but I’d rather not make my first bad decision the kind of business I started, because then I’m doomed to fail no matter what.”

“What I was going to say was, you’re not likely to make good decisions while you’re stressed out. All the more reason to ditch the shit job and put more focus into it.”

Dex went quiet for a moment. “...I...guess you’ve got a point there...it hasn’t been easy to think or act with all the crap I’ve had to deal with at work, it leaves me drained when I get home and I just want to shut my brain off. But...I don’t know if I have the finances to start a business yet…”

“You’ve been working at that place for four years and been as thrifty as I’ve ever seen anyone. I know you’ve built something up. And you know I have as well...we could make it a joint venture, you know that.”

“I don’t want to impose on you, though. I know you’re saving up too, that you’re looking at getting your own house, without having to deal with a mortgage...even though I still don’t agree that they’re a scam, you know.”

Gaston hissed a bit. “If there is a Devil in Hell, those fucking things were his idea.”

“Either way...I can deal with going bust myself, but I’d feel terrible if I put someone else through that.”

“I’m not going bust, Dex. It’s not my plan to quit my job to go into business with you, just help finance it and maybe a few other things if needed. Heck, maybe I could help you with the ideas part of it. It’s admirable that you don’t want to sink anyone with you if it goes bad, but you’re not a one-man army, getting help and support is a good thing.”

Dex nodded, somewhat resignedly; he knew Gaston was right, he was being kind of pig-headed about some of these things, it was just part of who he was. Still, if anyone could worm his way inside that shell, it was Gaston...there was a reason they’d been roommates for almost a decade, since the very start of college. They got along famously well, and complemented each other’s personalities well. Sometimes he wondered if still being his roommate was problematic in some fashion, a sign of immaturity or clinging to youth, but the rational part of him dismissed that - Gaston appreciated living with someone, their rented house was conveniently located for both their occupations, and there really wasn’t any good reason to drop the arrangement.

“Maybe that would be a good idea...but I’m a bit too drained right now, I need to just...relax, and not worry about that stuff for a moment.”

Gaston shifted more upright, looking at Dex expectantly. “Well, if you want relaxation, you know I can help with that…”

“Would you? I think going under would be useful today...it’s definitely one of those ‘I just need a break from thinking’ days.”

“Heh, some people are on permanent vacation from that, and they don’t even need help.”

“Yes, I work with several of them, I’d rather not make it a consistent thing. But sometimes a little break can be a good thing. You got your little toy on you?”

Gaston grinned and raised his right hand, showing the small device in his hand. Dex stared at it a moment, blinking. “Should I be concerned that you had that at the ready all this time?”

“Hey, man, sometimes you just get that feeling that it’s gonna be one of those days. But nah, I was trying to do a little research earlier, see if I could figure out anything more about it. Still haven’t come up with anything but I’m probably looking wrong.”

“I’m not so sure I want to find out, lest it’s something horrible. Let me have my ignorance in bliss on this. You’re gonna take me away now, right?”

“Yeah, get over here on the couch and let’s do this thing.” Gaston rose up, pulling over the footrest and taking a seat on it in front of the human, who was now sitting upright on the sofa, trying to stay relaxed. The reptile still found it interesting that this, of all his weird indulgences, was the one that Dexter shared with him, but he wasn’t about to complain - it was nice being able to make use of it.

Truthfully, he liked a lot of weird things - the occult, the paranormal, the supernatural, it all fascinated him and he loved reading about it and chatting about it with others online. In fact, hypnosis was one of the tamer things on that list to most, since it was real, in a sense. Perhaps a bit overblown, but still interesting. And being in the state of relaxation and tranquility once under the effects did wonders for Dex’s spirit, especially after a rough day; he always seemed happier, more easygoing, and dealt with things better for a while. So Gaston was able to practice techniques on him, and he reaped the benefits of it...it worked for both of them.

But technique had taken a back door lately to a nifty little device he’d found on a strange website, something they called a “Hypno Generator.” Gaston knew next to nothing about it, especially about the inner mechanics of it or how it worked - all he could really see were the spinners that worked their strange magic, becoming a strange whirling dial that reliably put just about anyone down. He’d heard several theories about how it worked - low-frequency sounds that resonated in the brain, or blinking lights that were too fast to be registered by the brain, or mystical waves of hypnotic energy which were quite clearly the product of a ridiculous mind - but no one else he’d talked with seemed to know either. All they knew was that it worked.

And that it worked much, much better when used by reptiles such as himself.

That seemed to be the part that threw everyone most. Gaston had dismissed it at first, but then a couple of studies were pointed out and seemed to validate the idea - the hypnotic effect was more likely to occur, longer lasting, and more thorough if the user of the device was a reptile as opposed to any other type of person. This had led to all sorts of wacky theories, mostly based on reptilian stereotypes - that they were mentally attuned to hypnotic effects and resonated with the inner workings of the device, or that they were adding their own psychic hypnotic powers to it. This irritated Gaston quite a bit, since there was no such thing...he was pretty sure it was merely the power of suggestion, people believed that dreck so the hypnotic effect worked better. Getting others to believe that was rather tricky, though.

Still, he wasn’t going to complain about results. His typical efforts at hypnosis were getting better but still usually didn’t get the results he was aiming for...this device was a lot more reliable, and when he wanted to make sure Dex went under this was definitely his preference. And today, he wanted to make extra sure Dex was nice and relaxed…

“You all ready?”

“Yeah...hit me.”

“Don’t want to do that, that might distract you.”

“You know what I mean, ass.”

Another snicker, and Gaston was ready. He scooted forward, making sure the Hypno Generator was directly in Dex’s vision, and flipped the switch on the back, holding it steady as it whirred to life. The spinners quickly became a blur to Dex, who kept watching them intently. He didn’t know why this worked, either, it didn’t seem to make any sense to him...but without question, it had the effect he wanted it to. It only took a minute or so for him to feel woozy, complacent, relaxed...he kept watching, feeling a growing contentment, a fading of stress and thought and everything else except just the purity of being.

“That’s right...nothing but calm, nothing but peace.” Gaston’s voice was quiet, but with the slightest bit of insistence. This wasn’t a necessary thing, but he preferred to have a little more control over the session, so he added his own touches to make sure he could get Dex out of it when he wanted, provide the triggers for emerging or for doing other things. “You will stay like this, at ease and carefree, until I provide the magic words. The magic words are ‘tell me what you think, Dex.’ Those are the magic words.”

“Yeah…” Dex’s voice was flat now, he was currently blissed out. He slumped back on the sofa, now thoroughly under; Gaston could tell when he was fully immersed in the hypnotic trance. He clicked the device off, it was no longer needed now...all he needed to do now was make sure Gaston was relaxed and happy.

What he WANTED to do, and intended to do today, was likely to accomplish those same goals, in his mind. But in a very different way.

It was mostly true that he’d had the device on hand to do research...but not on how it worked. No, it was more on how effective it was, and how persistent the state would be, should the participant be a little more...active. And he’d been very encouraged by what he’d found...it seemed more than likely that he’d be able to get do what he wanted, without any real trouble. Well, provided things went the right way to start, but, he had pretty good confidence that they would. Being savvy was one of his strengths, especially about Dex. “Now...how are you feeling?”

“I feel good.” It didn’t sound like a feel-good tone, completely devoid of inflection. But that suited Gaston fine.

“Relaxed, right? No worries...you’re far from your job, far from your anxieties, far from everything.”

“Far.”

“Yes, far...it’s quiet, and comfortable. You like being comfortable, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s fun, right? Happy.”

“Happy.”

“Of course it is. You enjoy comfort. Everything that makes you feel comfortable relaxes you. You want to be comfortable.”

“Yes. Comfortable.”

“Right. I think you can get more comfortable. You’re wearing some very stuffy clothes...they’re reminders of the stresses of the world. You will be more comfortable when you take them off.”

“Yes...more.” Slowly Dex rose to his feet, his eyes heavy and vacant. Gaston watched, his tongue flicking out a bit in eager anticipation as he watched his roommate slowly disrobe. His motions were fairly fluid despite his trance - something Gaston had observed, an action directed and being taken that was familiar was performed without many hiccups at all, while complex and unfamiliar tasks would involve a lot more hesitation and inconsistency. Something like this, it wasn’t showy but it was effective...Dex disrobed like he would in the privacy of his own room, just now he had an audience that he didn’t really care about.

Said audience certainly cared, though; the komodo dragon’s grin widened slowly as he observed Dex reveal himself fully. He liked how Dex looked...the human wasn’t too far removed from average in most dimensions, a hair over six feet tall, maybe a tiny bit more girth in the stomach than others but barely noticeable. His skin was pretty pale, with several moles over his chest and stomach, and a bit hairier on his arms and legs. His chest was pretty much hairless except for right around his navel, trailing down towards his groin. He’d heard Dex lament his appearance as plain and unattractive, but Gaston didn’t agree - he thought his human friend was quite easy on the eyes, and said so numerous times. Not that Dex ever got the hint that it was more than friendly reassurance.

And it was time for him to reciprocate...he didn’t have much to remove, just his shorts, with nothing underneath. Despite the size difference between them, he wasn’t really that different overall; sure, he had a foot on Dex and his body naturally had more muscle to it, but he was a nerd through and through and he didn’t look all that buff. In fact, his appearance was an average pretty close to the human’s, and he even had the tiny bit of extra padding in his stomach from spending most of his time sitting and working. Of course he was hairless, but the occasional mottling on his hide was a decent enough analogue for the moles on the human...he’d joked here and there that the two of them were similar enough to be brothers if they weren’t different species. Though, there was one other rather significant difference between them, one that was only now becoming evident as the two stood fully nude, and Gaston started to allow himself to slip out.

“Yes...isn’t that more comfortable? I certainly think so...you can tell I’m comfortable, right?”

“Yes. It is.”

“No worries at all, no concerns about anything...you don’t mind that I’m exposed like this, do you?” Gaston was trying to keep himself fairly level-headed as he showed his growing shafts to the human. They were bigger soft than Dex was hard, and when they thickened up it truly became impressive and daunting. Even one of them would have put some off...two usually left them terrified. At least, until he actually put them to use. “I’m comfortable just like you are. You can feel free to relax and not worry about what you show me there either.”

“Yes...it’s good.” True to Gaston’s expectations, signs of physical arousal were appearing on Dex as well. There was a stiffening of his member, a small but definite change in his breathing, and Dex’s eyes were definitely showing an interest in what Gaston was packing. Some people thought hypnosis made you mindless, but it was more of an extreme complacency and lack of concern, at least when there wasn’t a violation of something fervently held. So Dex was certainly still aware on some level and it wasn’t a meaningless look at him.

“Very good, I think...your look is good as well. You want to do more than look, don’t you?”

“Yes.” No hesitation, no reluctance, just as it was supposed to be. Gaston hissed quietly in satisfaction - it was confirmation of what he’d expected. He’d long suspected that Dex had had a thing for him, and previous sessions had only bolstered this...he’d been looking forward to putting a good deal of planning into action for a while now, and now that he’d had things mostly figured out he could do so at leisure. Maybe the hypnosis wasn’t even technically necessary...but not only would it forestall a bunch of feeble denials and uncertainty, Gaston loved the thought of it. He stepped over to the couch and sat back down, one leg on the cushions and one hanging down, his twins very obviously on display.

“Then that’s what you’re going to do. Why don’t you come here and show me how much you want that? You’ve always wanted to taste me, haven’t you? I’ve been wanting you to taste me, too, so that’s what you’re going to do. In fact you’re not allowed to even think of stopping until you’ve enjoyed the taste of my seed on your tongue.” It was perhaps a touch over the top, but wasn’t going to be treated literally anyway - it merely would give the hypnotized human a sense of the magnitude of the suggestion.

Without much delay at all, Dex moved over to the couch and knelt down on the cushions between Gaston’s legs, his head bowing down to the two dicks he was being offered. Both were so big, he couldn’t get one hand fully wrapped around its girth at the body, though the tip was narrower. Blankly he slid the tip of one into his mouth while his hands slowly stroked over each one, slowly masturbating them while his tongue gave an added bonus to one half of the reptilian endowment. A satisfied his escaped Gaston’s snout as he felt those lips kiss and wrap around his tip, and the pleasant pressure of those hands start to work him over. He didn’t know exactly how experienced Dex was, but he had no question the human knew the general ideas - there was no need to order him with particulars, his own mind would fill in the right blanks.

After a bit of time on the right one, Dex moved his mouth over to the left, sampling that one in the same fashion. No heavy-duty action yet, just testing the waters. Gaston flicked his tongue out. “Does one taste better than the other?”

“Mmno” came the mildly muffled reply.

“Good to hear. We’ll be here all day if you take it this slowly, though.”

Again, he didn’t need to fill in the blanks, Dex would know what that meant and do what he would do. The human switched back to the right pole and started to work it much more vigorously, his mouth now taking in more of the cock and his tongue sliding over it more energetically. His hands were mostly focused on the left, clearly not leaving Gaston wanting in any fashion - something he clearly had come up with himself, to the komodo dragon’s delight. There was a temptation to add his own efforts to the mix, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Dex, which might break the trance, so he let the human go at his own pace.

Still, it was refreshingly surprising when Dex started to bob down further, taking the dick beyond his mouth into his throat and sucking and swallowing a lot more. That was going to be the ticket for him, his claws gripping the couch as he craned his head back and enjoyed the bolts of pleasure from Dex’s mouth slurping on one of his poles. The other was being neglected now, as Dex needed his hands for a bit more support...Gaston took over there, stroking slowly to try to keep the pleasure building up, so that it wouldn’t get too much for Dex. All of the stimulation combined was doing the trick pretty quickly...well, he had been saving up, not knowing if he would have a bit of a time limit. “That’s right...almost there...just enjoy it and be ready for a nice big load.”

If that was a problem for Dex, he didn’t show it…in fact he seemed to get even more eager, pushing the shaft deeper into his throat, almost like he was trying to take the whole thing. Gaston hadn’t expected or intended this, thinking it would be a lot for him...but he didn’t try to stop it, letting Dex go down further and further with each bob, curious to see whether he could make it. And though he slowed a bit at the end, with a final push his mouth met the reptile’s slit, the thickness of the cock bulging in his throat and stretching his jaw widely.

“You’re quite good at that...next time maybe I’ll grab your head and force it in myself. Would you like that? One tap for yes, two for no.” Surprisingly, Gaston felt only a single tap on his thigh - that hadn’t even been his expectation, he’d figured that would sound like a frightening prospect to Dex. Maybe he’s kinkier than I thought… But that was for another time. For now he stroked himself harder, as Dex deep-throated him with a sudden energy. He felt it welling up rapidly, taking him to the point of no return…

And then with a long moan and hiss, he came, seed firing from both shafts. The spurts from the left were splattered onto Dex and the couch, making a nice gooey mess on both of them, while Dex pulled up after a few seconds on the right and started to slurp and swallow rapidly, drawing in most of the cum while some of it squirted out of his lips and gathered around his face, lips, chin, and neck. It was a lot, Gaston thought perhaps it might be too much for him, but his moans and hums while he took in that thick load suggested otherwise, and there was no sign from his eyes that he had broken from the trance.

As the shots tapered off, Gaston gently drew Dex off of his shaft, grinning at the mess all over his face. It was so satisfying seeing his seed all over him, like he’d left a mark that wasn’t going away any time soon. “Very good. Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yes.” The reply was slightly hoarse but he seemed none the worse for wear.

“I’m glad you felt that way. Did you enjoy how I tasted?”

“Yes. You taste better than any other man I have tried.”

“Ooh, nice high praise. I must be doing something right. I think you deserve a reward for your efforts...why don’t you slide up and let me take care of your other end?”

Immediately Dex began to shift his body up against and under Gaston’s, while the komodo dragon slid over a bit to get into position. He was definitely going to take a more active role this time, and his favorite position was one where he could use his full weight to aid his thrusts; it was just more comfortable for him, and felt the best. He didn’t mind the feeling of his seed smearing onto his scales from where it had landed on Dex’s body; they were going to have to clean up anyway. As soon as he had Dex on all fours underneath him, he slid his cocks against the human’s ass, wiping some of the stray seed off of them onto his rear.

“Very good...you know what’s coming next. There’s just one question: one or two?”

Again, not even a hint of hesitation. “Two, please…”

“Good...that’s what I prefer, too.” True enough, but Gaston would easily have done one if he had to...in fact he’d been rather prepared for it, most weren’t at ease with the idea without a lot of practice or a very adventurous spirit. But at this point it sure looked like Dex was one of those adventurous spirits, which was all the better for Gaston...that was definitely his type, and he had plenty of ideas of fun they could have. But that was for later...now, his cocks wanted the attention they had been seeking for so long. He brought the tips together, pressing them against the human’s tight hole...it was clear he hadn’t had anything this big back there before, probably not even as big as one of his. He would take it slowly this time...maybe there could be some more vigor at a later point.

He heard Dex gasp, groan, then moan as his ass was spread wide open by the twin dicks, the flesh parting with reluctance under his firm pressure. There was a definite bit of squirming, but he wasn’t trying to escape it, allowing Gaston to slowly slide deeper inside, ample spurts of precum smoothing the way a little bit. Any time he heard the volume or pitch of the human’s sounds rise, he stopped or slowed, making sure he wasn’t hurting him, using all the caution to make sure he neither damaged his partner nor broke the trance he was under. It was a bit slow, but the persistence paid off when his hips met Dex’s ass cheeks...he rubbed Dex’s gut a bit, faintly feeling a nice solid spot where he was taking up space inside him. “You like this?”

“Yes.” A bit of a strained, breathy response, but still entirely genuine...in fact he was a bit more animated than when he’d first been put under, clearly getting into it. That was all Gaston needed to hear, he was probably home free at this point. Slowly he dragged his dicks out of the human, and then pushed back in with more vigor, getting another tense but pleasure-laden cry out of the human...he even thought that he could feel Dex pushing back against him to add to the force. Awfully quick for that, but he didn’t mind if that’s what Dex wanted.

Gaston’s speed slowly increased, his thrusts gaining a steady rhythm as he got into the groove. It was a nice, deliciously tight fit...not a surprise given what he was doing, it was impossible for it NOT to be tight when he put both in there. And yet Dex was apparently doing his best to make it tighter, tensing down to fight his extraction and also sometimes when he pushed in to add to the friction. His pre had slicked up the passage quite effectively, making for slightly sloppy slurps with every intrusion and extraction but a much smoother ride for both of them. Both of them were making plenty of noise now, grunts and growls from Gaston complemented by moans and cries from Dex as they rapidly approached their limits.

Soon Gaston was smacking hard against the human’s ass, a nice solid pounding as he felt the pleasure start to bubble again beneath the surface. He leaned down further, taking one hand from the couch and wrapping his arm possessively around Dex’s body, holding him close as he went all out. The cries from the human beneath him were getting louder and higher, he could feel a shaking and twitching under his grasp, there was no question he was close...Gaston wanted to be sure he got a chance to savor the fruits of ecstasy, he clenched his jaw and fought his own orgasm as hard as he could to hold out until Dex got there.

Finally, he heard it, and then he felt it - the squirming and breathless moan that signaled Dex’s finale. He heard the splattering of cum on the couch, another stain to add to the mess they’d already made, not that Gaston cared at this point…he was only interested in hearing those cries of mindless bliss from the hypnotized human, signals of wanton pleasure that he’d long been waiting to hear. Holding him close, he tried to aim for Dex’s prostate with his final thrusts, to make sure the human’s orgasm lasted as long as he could make it.

But his own limits proved too much to keep going for long. With a strained groan followed by a deep hiss, he too began to fire off, depositing an ample load of sexual essence inside his human partner. Each shot was a flood that surged deep into Dex, filling up what space wasn’t taken up by the twin cocks...some of it started to squirt out between and around them, dribbling out of his rear end to mark the fabric below them even more. But even more of it remained firmly inside Dex, adding to the pressure and making sure he had lizard encompassing as much of his body as possible both inside and out. Only a slight rocking remained of the motion for either of them as Gaston milked himself with Dex’s anal passage, his grip iron-tight on the zonked man as he finished up.

Slowly, the komodo dragon rolled onto his side, taking Dex with him as they laid mostly on their sides, Gaston still a little bit above him and almost slightly curled around him. His spires were still deep inside Dex, with no urgency to remove them any time soon; forestalling the next round of mess was perfectly fine by him until it became impossible to maintain his hardness. Heck, maybe he could manage another round...but there was something he had to do first.

“Tell me what you think, Dex.”

It was like a switch was flipped - Dex’s eyes blinked, the unfocused blur rapidly being replaced by a full-on awareness that he was currently impaled on an enormous pair of reptile dicks and had the rest of Gaston’s body draped around him. He shifted a bit to glare up at the grinning lizard face. “You ass.”

“Don’t even try to tell me you didn’t like that.”

“That’s why you had that thing when I got home, wasn’t it? You were...planning to try to take advantage of me!”

“Take advantage? Certainly not. You know what I told you the first time we did this, right? I can’t make you do anything you don’t want, it’s not like it’s mind control or something. You’re just a lot more suggestible and a lot less inhibited...so when I put forward the idea that you’ve been holding back on for way too long, you’re a lot more liable to go through with it.”

“If I had known you were gonna pull a stunt like that…”

“Would you really have stopped me?” No reply right away from Dex, which had Gaston grinning wider. “That’s what I thought. You needed a push to actually go through with it...and maybe you liked the idea of being more under my power. You sure seemed like you enjoyed the suggestion of some particularly...dominant ideas.”

Dex couldn’t seem to figure out any words to put together in argument against that. “How did you even find out I had a thing for you?”

“We’ve been roomies for almost ten years. There are things you pick up on...heck, even that amount of time is a pretty good clue. And I probed you with a few questions while you were under other times, things you probably don’t remember because I asked you not to pay any mind to them.” Gaston caressed Dex’s chest idly, claws lightly brushing over the human’s nipples and making him squirm a bit. “You should have said something before...but I get why you didn’t, tough thing to spring on a guy when you don’t know how they’ll react. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Mmph. Guess not. If I’d known…”

“No worries. We’ve got plenty of time to make up for however long it’s been around with you. And I won’t even need to go to the trouble of hypnotizing you to get you to agree to it.”

Dex blushed a bit. “And...if I want you to?”

Gaston merely snickered. “I’m sure we can arrange something.”