( whenever crais comes home, there are a series of canes left out on the coffee table. each one has a neat, handwritten note describing the sensation it induces — he sticks mostly to bdsm vernacular. 'intense, thuddy, more likely to bruise' versus 'lighter, springy, less intense' and so on and so forth. there are maybe ten laid out and arrayed this way, and then there's a brief missive that adds:
we're doing a scene tonight. pick your poison. thirty strokes, i won't be nice about them. i'll be back at 1900, be ready.
[ He wouldn't be able to articulate (at least not well) why this method of presentation -note, information, display - is better for him than Cyram bringing it to him directly and in person. He does, however, recognize that it is.
Because it gives him a whole lot of freedom he would not necessarily have felt he had in Cy's presence. It prevents a knee-jerk reaction (either for or against) to the more direct language, too. It gives him time to read the notes, explore the canes themselves, and make a decision-
-not just about the cane, but about agreeing to the terms or not. It is an opt in (and Crais knows it) since all he has to do to opt outis not choose and not be there.
It's just a fairly soft entry.
Exploring the canes actually means playing with them a bit. His choice is not the most intense option, but it is absolutely something more likely to bruise than raise welts, more thud than sting, deeper sensation.
He turns that perpendicular to the others, leaving them all on the coffee table while he showers. Gets his hair back and dresses again because what does 'be ready' here mean, beyond mentally? He doesn't know.
He is, however, sitting on the sofa reading a book when Cyram comes back in and immediately looks up, sets the book aside, and picks up his choice of cane. ]
Two things. One: I am reading scene to mean a thing we are choosing to engage in for satisfaction. If this is meant to have an element of punishment for something you can frell yourself. [ Direct that, but not angry at all. Just clarity and an expression of some mild nerves and a need to be clear. ] Two: Don't insult me while this is happening, even playfully.
( most days he doesn't bother with the door, just teleports inside the apartment. but today he does it — rattles the lock, kicks his boots off the old fashioned way. making sound, so it's obvious he's back.
he's carrying a cup of coffee and he's dressed for the burgeoning heatwave, collar undone, shirt open, sleeves rolled to the elbow. his hair's in a messy topknot because it's getting too fucking long to do anything else with and he drains the last of the coffee as he heads to the kitchen.
he's aware of crais, peripherally, and as he speaks cy turns to face him. head slightly cocked, attentive. then he just gives him a long look, hops up on the kitchen counter and spreads his thighs invitingly, gesturing crais closer with one hand. )
First of all, no. I don't believe in punishments like that unless it's something we agreed on first. Not a punishment. Just something we talked about a while back, yeah? And second, you told me then no humiliation. Have I ever broken that?
[ That he appreciates the slower entry right now can go unsaid, but he does recognize and appreciate it.
He also thinks that sleeves rolled up and collar open is a damn good look on Cyram, though it's not his focus. ]
You haven't. My needing to reiterate that is for my benefit. It might be a warning that I don't know exactly what to expect of myself and don't want to turn into an unusually large dick at you. It isn't a lack of trust. Or a lack of knowing.
[ He doesn't quite understand, sometimes, just how Cyram is really. He never understands at all how they ended up here.
Not that he has a single (serious) complaint.
The slow slide down his arms to his wrist is nice and gives him plenty of warning so his wrists being held just feels good, and the kiss to his pulse feels better.
The eye-contact is where most of the weight is for him, something about watching Cyram doing that, while watching him - it makes him stop, breathe, and ... ]
You're right. [ He will never say that again, you jerk. ] And of course no hard feelings - it sounded fun and still does.
( that you're right gets a wolfish little smile, and then cy tugs crais in closer and wraps his legs around him, ankles hooked lazily against the backs of crais' thighs. )
Depends on how you want to do it. I'm guessing you aren't going to be into being tied up and caned at once, but you'll probably need something to brace against. Any ideas?
He flashes a grin in return, mostly in response to being pulled closer and settles his hand under Cyram's thighs. ]
[ Not saying Cy's right about that guess, because he has met his quota, but... yeah, no. ] It depends, I guess. Where are you aiming? [ Back? Ass? Thighs? ]
( in answer, he reaches forward and just grabs a handful of crais' ass with a faint little leer. )
I wouldn't do caning on the back unless someone can heal like me. Damaging the skin is one thing, but there's too many finicky bones and shit too close to the surface on the back that can cause permanent damage if you hit it wrong. And I don't really find laying a striping on thighs to be all that erotic, personally. Matter of taste.
[ If Cyram's going to make it easy for him, and leer at him-
Crais leans forward a bit in return and nips Cyram's throat, though just hard enough to sting. ]
Something stable that I can lean against, then. [ With ass out, so bracing slightly down as well as forward seems like a good idea. ] Counter. Dresser. Back of a living room chair.
[ He shoots Cyram a look in response to that remark about sharing with Nate, but it isn't really offended or shocked, just exasperated and curious.
He finds himself tempted to make conversation about that point, realizes that it actually is not the time and does not even want to share this particular time with the discussion of Nate.
For once and for the time being, keeps his mouth shut, and head into the bedroom.
( he picks up the cane that crais had left out on their way, swishing it idly through the air at his side as they head for the bedroom. once there, he closes the door, effectively shutting out the world, sets the cane down on the dresser and then sits on the edge of the bed. )
Your choice. It's fine either way — stings a little less with clothing. We could also start with clothing and halfway if you want to try both. Either way, I want to warm you up first. C'mere and lay down on your stomach.
( he hasn't really put on the dom persona he slips into yet, he's still just in instructional bdsm guy mode as he pats the bed beside him. )
[ The instructional BDSM guy is interesting enough, and the bits of Dom persona Crais has seen are hot enough--
--but his actual contracted dominant isn't actually quite either one, or at least it doesn't feel like he's quite either one to Crais. ]
I feel like there must be a more appealing way of putting that.
[ He moves to the bed readily enough, stretches out on his stomach and pillows his head on his folded arms, not quite sure what to expect. He isn't entirely relaxed, but he isn't too far off it. ]
( he puts his hand under crais' shirt, against the small of his back and then leans forward, putting his weight into it, until he can murmur against crais' ear: )
It's about bloodflow.
( his voice is a low, melodic purr. he digs his fingers in against crais' skin but turns it into a massage, thumb sliding against the top of his ilium until his fingers can curl against his side. )
[ Cyram's hand is warmer than his skin, so there is some truth in advertising. The weight against his back feels viscerally good ]
I don't care if you get sexy on me or not, but you may want to ensure something keeps me appropriately distracted or I am going to start asking you personal questions.
[ Not that.. he isn't pretty distracted by the touch. He is. The pressure is good, all around, the sharper pressure of fingers digging in, then massage and the hand around his side. Those are pleasantly distracting.
Some part of him still wants to... not push at Cyram, not that way, not to get a reaction. Just connect and stay connected. Verbally is how he does that a lot, hence the impulse, even when Cyram's doing a damn good job of turning him on. ]
( he slings one leg over crais' hips and settles against his thighs, leaving his back and ass for his hands. he doesn't mind giving a massage over clothing, though he does push his shirt up a little. the point is to relax, get into the headspace for a session. he doesn't push, just digs into the neglected muscles just beneath crais' shoulderblades to start. he'd turned the air conditioning on so that the room would be pleasantly chilled, so the heat and nearness shouldn't be too much even with the clothing they're both wearing. )
Oh yeah? Like what?
( it's not like talking would hurt, at least during this part. it always seems to relax them both, in a weird twist of fate. )
[ There it was. Right there, after Cyram settled over his thighs, pressure hit tight muscles, and his spine arched up a little with an only faintly pained noise and settled back.
Right there, the second Cyram opens his mouth and turned the question back.
There is an obvious loosening of different muscles under Cyram's hands. ]
Why is sharing me with Nate appealing?
[ Fuck it. They're them. He's asking what he wants to know. ]
( he pushes his thumbs in along the sides of the spine, digs in and fans them outward, chasing after knots in the muscle. but answering doesn't actually take him long at all — )
Because it's a chance to have two people I trust and care about under my hands at the same time.
[ He rolls his spine up into Cyram's hands, albeit pretty subtly. It helps work some of those knots out in a more cooperative way and feels good.
The noise he makes, however, is equal parts thoughtful and soft groan. ]
We can talk about it in more. If you're solidly still in control of the situation, I'm much more willing than if you aren't, but there are a lot of details that matter and I don't know Nate nearly as well as you do. I do remember you saying you'd done this with his previous submissive.
[ The heavy lean feels good. The pressure against that particular knot of tension in his back hurts. Until it gives. Then it just feels as satisfyingly good as the rest of the touch.
He doesn't tense up again, though he does mumble into his arms]
I had no idea someone being described as dominant could still make me want to snarl. [ Then in a more normal tone: ] It was probably good for all three of you.
Well, considering your first real exposure to the concept of BDSM is this place and its jacked up bullshit I don't blame you.
( he stoops forward, plants a soft kiss against the side of crais' neck, ever-mindful of that implant. when he straightens up again, he shifts his hands lower until they're over crais' ass, which he massages just the same, just as serious about this as he was about the spine. )
It was. I mean, having multiple partners can be a hit or miss for me. On one hand, it's nice and messy and you don't have to think too much. On the other hand, trust issues. You know how it be.
[ He tips his chin down which makes it easier for Cyram to get to his neck and he really, really, does not mind the closeness to the implant.
He's just too... conscientious for Crais to worry about it.
And the trust is there. ]
With sex? No.
With the rest of it? Yes.
[ Sex is easy and clear cut for him. Being dominant with people? He also does, for a few people who'd not recognize that he was doing it, albeit in a very casual way. Him submitting? really high standards.
Really high.
Having his ass massaged is... novel enough to be strange but he rapidly decides it's nice and it should be a more common thing. ]
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action;
we're doing a scene tonight. pick your poison. thirty strokes, i won't be nice about them. i'll be back at 1900, be ready.
yours,
cy. )
Re: action;
Because it gives him a whole lot of freedom he would not necessarily have felt he had in Cy's presence. It prevents a knee-jerk reaction (either for or against) to the more direct language, too. It gives him time to read the notes, explore the canes themselves, and make a decision-
-not just about the cane, but about agreeing to the terms or not. It is an opt in (and Crais knows it) since all he has to do to opt outis not choose and not be there.
It's just a fairly soft entry.
Exploring the canes actually means playing with them a bit. His choice is not the most intense option, but it is absolutely something more likely to bruise than raise welts, more thud than sting, deeper sensation.
He turns that perpendicular to the others, leaving them all on the coffee table while he showers. Gets his hair back and dresses again because what does 'be ready' here mean, beyond mentally? He doesn't know.
He is, however, sitting on the sofa reading a book when Cyram comes back in and immediately looks up, sets the book aside, and picks up his choice of cane. ]
Two things. One: I am reading scene to mean a thing we are choosing to engage in for satisfaction. If this is meant to have an element of punishment for something you can frell yourself. [ Direct that, but not angry at all. Just clarity and an expression of some mild nerves and a need to be clear. ] Two: Don't insult me while this is happening, even playfully.
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he's carrying a cup of coffee and he's dressed for the burgeoning heatwave, collar undone, shirt open, sleeves rolled to the elbow. his hair's in a messy topknot because it's getting too fucking long to do anything else with and he drains the last of the coffee as he heads to the kitchen.
he's aware of crais, peripherally, and as he speaks cy turns to face him. head slightly cocked, attentive. then he just gives him a long look, hops up on the kitchen counter and spreads his thighs invitingly, gesturing crais closer with one hand. )
First of all, no. I don't believe in punishments like that unless it's something we agreed on first. Not a punishment. Just something we talked about a while back, yeah? And second, you told me then no humiliation. Have I ever broken that?
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He also thinks that sleeves rolled up and collar open is a damn good look on Cyram, though it's not his focus. ]
You haven't. My needing to reiterate that is for my benefit. It might be a warning that I don't know exactly what to expect of myself and don't want to turn into an unusually large dick at you. It isn't a lack of trust. Or a lack of knowing.
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I think you're being too hard on yourself. I know exactly what to expect because I know what you've shown me up to this point.
( he pulls one of crais' wrists up to his mouth, kisses the point over his pulse without breaking eye contact. )
You'll go into it the same way you always do. And if it's too much, we'll stop. No hard feelings, yeah?
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Not that he has a single (serious) complaint.
The slow slide down his arms to his wrist is nice and gives him plenty of warning so his wrists being held just feels good, and the kiss to his pulse feels better.
The eye-contact is where most of the weight is for him, something about watching Cyram doing that, while watching him - it makes him stop, breathe, and ... ]
You're right. [ He will never say that again, you jerk. ] And of course no hard feelings - it sounded fun and still does.
Tell me where to start.
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Depends on how you want to do it. I'm guessing you aren't going to be into being tied up and caned at once, but you'll probably need something to brace against. Any ideas?
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He flashes a grin in return, mostly in response to being pulled closer and settles his hand under Cyram's thighs. ]
[ Not saying Cy's right about that guess, because he has met his quota, but... yeah, no. ] It depends, I guess. Where are you aiming? [ Back? Ass? Thighs? ]
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I wouldn't do caning on the back unless someone can heal like me. Damaging the skin is one thing, but there's too many finicky bones and shit too close to the surface on the back that can cause permanent damage if you hit it wrong. And I don't really find laying a striping on thighs to be all that erotic, personally. Matter of taste.
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Crais leans forward a bit in return and nips Cyram's throat, though just hard enough to sting. ]
Something stable that I can lean against, then. [ With ass out, so bracing slightly down as well as forward seems like a good idea. ] Counter. Dresser. Back of a living room chair.
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As much as I would love sharing you with Nate, if he pops in mid-session it would definitely ruin the mood. Bedroom. Let's use the dresser.
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He finds himself tempted to make conversation about that point, realizes that it actually is not the time and does not even want to share this particular time with the discussion of Nate.
For once and for the time being, keeps his mouth shut, and head into the bedroom.
Taking Cyram with him. ]
Clothes on or off?
[ He knows nothing. ]
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Your choice. It's fine either way — stings a little less with clothing. We could also start with clothing and halfway if you want to try both. Either way, I want to warm you up first. C'mere and lay down on your stomach.
( he hasn't really put on the dom persona he slips into yet, he's still just in instructional bdsm guy mode as he pats the bed beside him. )
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[ The instructional BDSM guy is interesting enough, and the bits of Dom persona Crais has seen are hot enough--
--but his actual contracted dominant isn't actually quite either one, or at least it doesn't feel like he's quite either one to Crais. ]
I feel like there must be a more appealing way of putting that.
[ He moves to the bed readily enough, stretches out on his stomach and pillows his head on his folded arms, not quite sure what to expect. He isn't entirely relaxed, but he isn't too far off it. ]
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( he puts his hand under crais' shirt, against the small of his back and then leans forward, putting his weight into it, until he can murmur against crais' ear: )
It's about bloodflow.
( his voice is a low, melodic purr. he digs his fingers in against crais' skin but turns it into a massage, thumb sliding against the top of his ilium until his fingers can curl against his side. )
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I don't care if you get sexy on me or not, but you may want to ensure something keeps me appropriately distracted or I am going to start asking you personal questions.
[ Not that.. he isn't pretty distracted by the touch. He is. The pressure is good, all around, the sharper pressure of fingers digging in, then massage and the hand around his side. Those are pleasantly distracting.
Some part of him still wants to... not push at Cyram, not that way, not to get a reaction. Just connect and stay connected. Verbally is how he does that a lot, hence the impulse, even when Cyram's doing a damn good job of turning him on. ]
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Oh yeah? Like what?
( it's not like talking would hurt, at least during this part. it always seems to relax them both, in a weird twist of fate. )
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Right there, the second Cyram opens his mouth and turned the question back.
There is an obvious loosening of different muscles under Cyram's hands. ]
Why is sharing me with Nate appealing?
[ Fuck it. They're them. He's asking what he wants to know. ]
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Because it's a chance to have two people I trust and care about under my hands at the same time.
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The noise he makes, however, is equal parts thoughtful and soft groan. ]
We can talk about it in more. If you're solidly still in control of the situation, I'm much more willing than if you aren't, but there are a lot of details that matter and I don't know Nate nearly as well as you do. I do remember you saying you'd done this with his previous submissive.
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I'd be in charge. Nate's a pretty dominant person too, but we switch a lot. I mean, obviously I wouldn't do it if you weren't comfortable with it.
( he pushes his weight against one particularly stubborn knot, waiting until it releases until he moves on. )
Her name was Anna. She kinda liked being teased and overwhelmed, so, you know. Lotta that.
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He doesn't tense up again, though he does mumble into his arms]
I had no idea someone being described as dominant could still make me want to snarl. [ Then in a more normal tone: ] It was probably good for all three of you.
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( he stoops forward, plants a soft kiss against the side of crais' neck, ever-mindful of that implant. when he straightens up again, he shifts his hands lower until they're over crais' ass, which he massages just the same, just as serious about this as he was about the spine. )
It was. I mean, having multiple partners can be a hit or miss for me. On one hand, it's nice and messy and you don't have to think too much. On the other hand, trust issues. You know how it be.
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He's just too... conscientious for Crais to worry about it.
And the trust is there. ]
With sex? No.
With the rest of it? Yes.
[ Sex is easy and clear cut for him. Being dominant with people? He also does, for a few people who'd not recognize that he was doing it, albeit in a very casual way. Him submitting? really high standards.
Really high.
Having his ass massaged is... novel enough to be strange but he rapidly decides it's nice and it should be a more common thing. ]
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Yeah, yeah. We can't all be so straight forward.
( that's probably why he likes him so damn much. )
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