" Deacon flushed and smiled. " I guess you're right. I just want to feel, like...used. I want you to fuck me like I'm...like I'm--" " A cheap whore?" Mark supplied. He was familiar with the feeling." Yes!" Deacon looked relieved. Then nervous again. " Only don't..." Mark wound an arm around him and kissed his cheek. " Spit it out. If I can clean my bowels out in front of you, you can tell me how you want to be fucked." Deacon hesitated. " Just don't be mean about it, okay? I want you to be dirty but not mean. Does that make sense?" " Completely. "