"And what exactly am I getting? You're already a sex addict; it wouldn't be a surprised," he answered, chuckling. "Lots of sex makes you happy, because it's a constant high, and to add to the natural physical reaction, we're covering an emotional one that's... alluring, scary, thrilling, just like a drug. Getting close? And, since I have your best interest at heart, we'll just have to fuck plenty to keep you clean. It's really for therapeutic reasons," he joked.
Travis sighed and nodded. "I know; I'm sorry. I'm overthinking this, or maybe it's just ... The jealous boyfriend wouldn't wouldn't have cared. It wasn't me, or it was, but not really." It was hard to explain how he could just get into a certain mindset and he'd become that person, except that this was the worse undercover op he'd ever run, with too much blending in and too much coming back home with him. "What word? Mine? I haven't used it before. I was the one letting go, or pushing away, because it was even cleaner. We're both on uncharted territory."
He brought TJ's wrists to his lips and kissed each one gently, before looking back at him. "I don't need cuffs, but I don't mind them. Or anything else. If it makes you accept that I want you that much, really accept on an gut level and not as an intellectual concept, then we can get as kinky as you want."