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Zeke nodded, already looking thoughtful as he thought back to all the encounters he'd had, along with anyone that seemed like they might potentially be interested. "Guys and girls?" Melvin had mentioned a girlfriend, so that seemed a safe guess.

"Shame Wyatt hasn't been kicking around lately, he's good for a random hook up with no strings." He grinned, remembering a particular time when he'd been stuck in the infirmary with his arm and chest all bandaged up, and the other man had taken it upon himself to play nurse.

'What's your type?" Dragging his phone out of his pocket, Zeke side stepped to hook an arm around Melvin's shoulders, leaning on him as he brought up his contacts to scroll through them slowly.

At some point during the long explanation of Zeke would lower his phone, slipping it back into his pocket as his attention returned in full to the Hunter beside him. Arm still around his shoulders, weight gevtly resting on him. "So not entirely picky on looks or personality beyond not the scum of the Earth, and not so inexperienced that you'd have to pretty much explain the mechanics of sex?" It was broad, but that wasn't a bad thing.

"What about the kind of sex you want?" It could have been meant to rile, but he seemed utterly serious. He was undoubtedly curious, he was about everything, but that was taking a back seat. At least for now. "Do you want to be control, or b controlled? Soft, rough, somewhere in between?"

Melvin's reluctance to simply what the question was baffling to Zeke on a number of levels, and that confusion showed on his face. He wasn't one to shy away from admiring what he wanted it liked, nor were those he was closest to. Besides, how else did you know the person you were going to sleep with liked the same things? A lack of communication meant a lack of satisfaction.

"That sounds frustrating and chancy." Just a bunch of tiptoeing around and hoping you don't push to far.

As the question was turned back on him he couldn't help an awful little smile. "Oh I like to be in control. It didn't have to be that way with everyone, or every time, but I like the tie-me-up-tie-me-down stuff. Hair pulling, restraining, biting, nails. Just rough in general." The arm on Melvin's should shifted as the Mist turned his hand to brush fingertips along the back the blonde's neck, under his hair. "I like bruises that linger for a bit, and a bit of exhibitionism."

Fingers slid until his hand was resting at the back of Melvin's neck, a warm weight and nothing more. For now. "Rough enough to not be everyone's preference, but it's not a necessity." He didn't need it to be on the rougher side every time, and it certainly didn't delve too deeply in that direction with some of his partners.

His head tilted as he asked about Ever's bracelets, then he chuckled, grinning. "Yes and no. They're from me, a gift, but I don't make him wear them. That's his choice." Not that Zeke wasn't happy about it. Not that he hadn't been all too pleased to see the one still lingering on that pale, thin wrist when Ever had returned to the island earlier that summer.

That response would earn the Life a peculiar look, Zeke's head dipping again as she stepped back, shifting until he was standing behind the other man instead. "He's missing one of the cuffs, it got damaged and I haven't been able to replace it yet." His other hand lifted, and now both rested to either side where shoulder met neck, thumbs framing the line of his spine. "There's a chain that goes with them...that's not what you mean, though. Is it?"

Thumbs moved up and down in a soft, slow roll before kneading more purposefully into the muscles there at either side of Melvin's neck. Taunt and tense, though he couldn't yet place a finger on why.

"No, he's not a pet." There was humor to his voice, the subtle rumble of a chuckle. "And I don't need his legs bound."

He had gotten someone on the island a collar, a couple of years back. A very loud mouthed, aggressive little s**t that was fun to ******** around with, but too much a pain in the a** for much else. Ever was better than that. Zeke might have felt a certain sense of possession, but he certainly didn't own the other man, and he was well aware that any power he had over him was willingly and eagerly accepted, rather than enforced.

Equals, more than anything else.

It was probably a good thing Melvin couldn't see the look on Zeke's face. Lost somewhere between satisfaction and intrigue. It wasn't a nice look by any stretch of the imagination, but something darker.

"Rough and bondage aren't mutually exclusive," he commented airily, still working at the tight muscles at the sides of the other man's neck. "It doesn't exactly leave much room for spontaneity, and certainly isn't easy to set up or take down. So no, cuffs are fine, or just pinning the hands, pulling the hair..." He trailed off. "If you want a more detailed explanation of what Ever likes, you'd have to ask him." Not that Zeke didn't know, but it wasn't his place to toss that sort of information around.

"And no pet names, no." Not really, anyways. Occasionally an endearment or two got tossed around ironically, or to bait, but that wasn't the sort of relationship they had.

"So," he said after letting the silence spread between them for a small handful of moments, gaze also flicking out into the rain. He was ready for the sun to make an appearance again for more than an hour at a time, but he did love the smell of rain soaked nature...

"I've shared with you, are you going to share with me?" Kneading fingers paused, but only because the Mist had stepped in to close the gap between them, leaning just slightly into Melvin's back. "Or are you going to continue being evasive as ******** class="quote">