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"I don't bottom," Soap said firmly. "No penetration of any kind, ever." He ran a hand through his hair, giving away his nervousness. "That's not something that's going to change, so if that's an issue for you—"
"It's not," Simon assured him. He would almost be offended at the strength of the look of relief on the other's face if not for how closely it mirrored the feeling in his own chest. The relief set in with a sensation not unlike the feeling of the first dose of hospital grade painkillers kicking in. Soap didn't want him to top. Thank fucking god. He chuckled, then let all of the tension that had been plaguing him melt away with his next exhale.
He could see the younger man lower his hackles, that defensive aggression washing away in favor of a small smile. "Seems like we're made for each other, huh," Soap mused.
The older man smiled back. "Seems so, Johnny."
"Well, now that the uncomfortable part is out of the way, how about you come pick out a strap?"
Oh Simon should've known Soap would have multiple to choose from. That was a sign he was in for a good fuck. "I would love to."