Peter would have his questions answered tonight as to deference and understanding within the community. He would likely discover that because Simon and Mitch had a relationship akin to student-teacher, Mitch's sub showed respect to Simon by allowing him to control what she said, or in that case, stop it all together. And he would learn, very quickly, just how possessive Simon could be too.

Letting Peter's face go so he could blink at the new feeling of makeup on his eyelids, Simon ran a hand back through his hair to shape it up better like the pompadour he tended to prefer. "No one else was ever going to touch you tonight," Simon informed the younger man before he stood, right over him, and then stepped off of the bed. He was dry enough to get his pants on now. And they were more like trousers than skinny jeans anyway, giving him the feel he wanted with enough room to maneuver in.

Peter would get to watch the hair dressing too, if he wanted, at least. Simon made sure to keep the younger man in view of the mirror as he worked with pomade to keep his hair back.

"Do you have any specific questions?"