[ he's gonna give you clear instructions either way, okay. wash doesn't answer that, just leaves crais to it as he focuses on getting what he needs. he is listening, though, watching out of the corner of his eye. he can ehar him shifting and moving as the heat settles in more, on himself too, sweat starting to bead lightly across his skin. he can tell that it's taking him more effort than it usually would -- but he manages it. and that's good enough.
mostly, it tells him that the next time they try this he can afford to push that heat even further. but this will do, for now.
he's quick and efficient, ends up with a selection of rope laid out, a few fastenings and carabiners, some lubricant, a suitable blindfold. even when he's done he just turns to regard crais for a while, pleased enough at how he follows his directions, and just admiring the sight of him. one thing does take a little longer to prepare, and he takes care to only start on it once he knows crais' eyes are closed -- a suitable frame, a hook attached to the top of it. even if they haven't used it much, just part of a well-equipped dungeon. he'll take a moment to test it until he's satisfied that it's sufficiently weight-bearing, before attaching a length of rope. they'll get to that later, depending on how well crais takes to all this.
he moves up in front of him -- he tends to naturally move in a way that's almost silent, but here he takes care to make sure crais can hear him coming. he starts with a light touch against his shoulder, to let him know he's there before the slips the blindfold around him, secures it nice and firmly. again, he tangles his fingers through his hair, using that grip to pull him against his thigh, stays there for a while just to let crais get accustomed to the feel (and scent, even if that's not something wash is aware of at the moment) of him without any visuals to go with it. ]
This is a good look for you.
[ a low rumble to his voice, punctuated with a slight tug through his hair.
eventually, he pulls back again -- but this time he stays close, keeps one hand against his shoulder to ground and orient him. it'll start simply, a short length of rope as he kneels down behind him in turn, gripping one hand over both of crais' wrists. he already has them behind his back, but he pulls them further up into what he considers a better position, leaning close and tucking his face against his hair. he remembers what crais had said before -- uncomfortable, but he can get off on it if it's done with some degree of care. everything about this is intensely deliberate, and as he starts to wind the rope around his wrists, there's something about the methodical, considered nature of it. it's attention, the same way wash tends to look at him like he means to memorize everything about him, still entirely focused on crais, just now being channeled by the rope and his movements instead of just his eyes. even the way he breathes against his hair, if crais is in the right enough mind to notice it, is deliberate. listening for crais' heartrate, for his breathing, finding a way to tune into it.
soon enough he gets to the point where he just needs one hand to keep working the rope around his wrists, freeing up the other to settle over one of crais' thighs, palming smoothly over his skin, damp with sweat. again, slow, deliberate, mapping him out with his touch, his fingers dipping towards the inside of his thigh. ]
How much are you usually tied up, Crais?
[ his voice is lower now, a bit of a smooth rumble to it, half-muffled with the way his face is tucked against him. this kind of thing is usually more effective in silence, but he can tell crais is a talker, even here -- and it's fine. hearing his voice will help him dial into his state even more, and there's nothing wrong with getting a little more information. ]
no subject
mostly, it tells him that the next time they try this he can afford to push that heat even further. but this will do, for now.
he's quick and efficient, ends up with a selection of rope laid out, a few fastenings and carabiners, some lubricant, a suitable blindfold. even when he's done he just turns to regard crais for a while, pleased enough at how he follows his directions, and just admiring the sight of him. one thing does take a little longer to prepare, and he takes care to only start on it once he knows crais' eyes are closed -- a suitable frame, a hook attached to the top of it. even if they haven't used it much, just part of a well-equipped dungeon. he'll take a moment to test it until he's satisfied that it's sufficiently weight-bearing, before attaching a length of rope. they'll get to that later, depending on how well crais takes to all this.
he moves up in front of him -- he tends to naturally move in a way that's almost silent, but here he takes care to make sure crais can hear him coming. he starts with a light touch against his shoulder, to let him know he's there before the slips the blindfold around him, secures it nice and firmly. again, he tangles his fingers through his hair, using that grip to pull him against his thigh, stays there for a while just to let crais get accustomed to the feel (and scent, even if that's not something wash is aware of at the moment) of him without any visuals to go with it. ]
This is a good look for you.
[ a low rumble to his voice, punctuated with a slight tug through his hair.
eventually, he pulls back again -- but this time he stays close, keeps one hand against his shoulder to ground and orient him. it'll start simply, a short length of rope as he kneels down behind him in turn, gripping one hand over both of crais' wrists. he already has them behind his back, but he pulls them further up into what he considers a better position, leaning close and tucking his face against his hair. he remembers what crais had said before -- uncomfortable, but he can get off on it if it's done with some degree of care. everything about this is intensely deliberate, and as he starts to wind the rope around his wrists, there's something about the methodical, considered nature of it. it's attention, the same way wash tends to look at him like he means to memorize everything about him, still entirely focused on crais, just now being channeled by the rope and his movements instead of just his eyes. even the way he breathes against his hair, if crais is in the right enough mind to notice it, is deliberate. listening for crais' heartrate, for his breathing, finding a way to tune into it.
soon enough he gets to the point where he just needs one hand to keep working the rope around his wrists, freeing up the other to settle over one of crais' thighs, palming smoothly over his skin, damp with sweat. again, slow, deliberate, mapping him out with his touch, his fingers dipping towards the inside of his thigh. ]
How much are you usually tied up, Crais?
[ his voice is lower now, a bit of a smooth rumble to it, half-muffled with the way his face is tucked against him. this kind of thing is usually more effective in silence, but he can tell crais is a talker, even here -- and it's fine. hearing his voice will help him dial into his state even more, and there's nothing wrong with getting a little more information. ]