Page 15 of Culture and Curiosities
Hmm…was that the right way to question that?
No.
Ask that.
“No.” Wren shook his head. “You’re doing great and the diner men haven’t even realized you’re not from this planet because they’d have already told everyone.”
I hadn’t thought of that.
Hadn’t.
Had not.
“You just…” Wren frowned but stayed close to me. “It’s the gaps in your knowledge and what confuses you that makes you stand out.”
“Ah.” That was unfortunate but not unexpected. “We were given a spell to acquire your language but the woman we obtained the language from had what may be called a sheltered vocabulary?”
No.
“A limited knowledge?”
English was so unfortunate.
“Oh.” Wren’s smile and facial expression said he understood my explanation. “That makes sense. We’ve got some people around here that aren’t really up to date with the rest of the world.”
That seemed highly accurate.
“We can do the spell on me to help with the knowledge and vocabulary issue or we can get the bonding going and see if that helps?” Wren’s words agreed that he was looking to behelpful, but his expression was one that the diner men had calledsuspiciouswhen it had been used by another little.
“As your Daddy, I think I am supposed to ask questions when you attempt to look…that way.” I knew I was right when he laughed and nodded. “Please explain your misbehavior until I have learned to anticipate it.”
That got more laughter from my mate, but he wiggled close and kissed my cheek. “Only if I can’t get in trouble once I tell you what I was thinking or what I did.”
“That is fair.” I would simply have to work diligently to obtain the knowledge quickly so I could anticipate his behaviors.
“Perfect.” Wrapping his arms around my chest, Wren rested his head against my shoulder. “The best way I know to bond is through sex. So I was teasing you and nudging you in the sexy direction because I want to see you naked and kiss you more and feel you inside me.”
Oh.
His brain was working much faster than mine because he popped up again. “Here that’s called being a bottom. I want your cock…as long as you have one…inside me. I’ll top you if that’s what you want or what we need to make it work, but I’d like to start with me getting fucked first.”
He was clear when answering questions.
“Do you guys do that?” Wren continued to explain his thoughts in a rapid-fire method. “We’ve always been told that mates are always compatible and that we’ve never had an issue with two men being together or two women, but we’ve kind of had issues when mates end up being a mix of mages anddragons, but we’re doing better with that lately. Mages are just…magey.”
I was going to need to have him definemagey.
His head came up again before I could decide how to ask, since it sounded like it had the possibility of being offensive.
“Are you a mage? It’s okay if you are. You just have to leave the flowers alone because that’s not subtle at all and there’s only so long the humans around here can play dumb.” Shaking his head, Wren sighed. “They’re really good at it, though.”
“The men at the diner are confident that they are being subtle.” Wren’s laughter and the way he shook his head indicated his disbelief. “I felt bad disagreeing with them.”
“They’re terrible.” He found it to be amusing, though. “But so far it hasn’t been much of an issue.”
Maybe?
“It does not seem to be my place to discuss that with the locals.” Was it my mate’s?
