He looked around the bedroom, now lit by daylight seeping in around the curtains, wondering who this rough and tumble but incredibly sweet man really was. There were some band tour posters on the walls probably counted as vintage now, but Izzy suspected based on his own similar collection were likely trinkets from shows Fang had actually attended. The room was tidy, only last night’s clothes and Izzy’s prosthetic cluttered the floor.
Above the dresser there was– Oh. Izzy hadn’t noticed that last night. He was no stranger to fetish gear, nor was it really a surprise to see some on display in the bedroom of the man he’d pick up at a sex club. Wasn’t the first time, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Izzy just wouldn’t have pegged Fang for a pup. Well…on second thought maybe his name ought to have clued him in.
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