"Whatever you want," I said breathlessly, my weight shifting impatiently, bent half over the counter with my head hanging low. I wanted so badly to touch myself, my cock aching to the point of pain, but I kept my hands pressed tightly against the counter, my knuckles going white.

"I want whatever you want," I reiterated, the distinction suddenly important. We only ever had control of each other when we freely gave it. We had the freedom to explore each other, and our own desires, because we trusted each other more than either of us ever thought possible.