[ a gentle hum, considering, rumbling slightly in his chest. ]
Then there's a lot you're going to learn, today.
[ wash would've provided the grip needed if crais hadn't been able to hold his arms in position, but he manages it, and wash is clearly pleased that he's doing that at all.
he's a little slower with this, on multiple fronts -- the same intensity and focus he has with everything and how much he absorbs every detail around him, but channeled through the rope. he's giving crais time to adjust to it but also paying attention every single time he draws a length of it across his skin. one thing he's very aware of is that crais, as human as he seems, isn't actually human, hence how much more he's being affected by the steady heat in the air around them. he knows where to position rope to avoid sensitive nerve pathways and what places would be better suited for more or less support, in a human. for all he knows, under the skin, crais is an entirely different thing. so he's paying very, very close attention, running his fingers over his skin where he means to place the rope, and then watching for his response when he does, making sure there's nothing unexpected.
wash shifts closer against him. that grimace and discomfort he can hear in him is noted, but isn't enough for wash to feel alarmed, just yet. his own breathing is slow, steady, and he's close enough for crais to feel it, for his calm and stabilizing presence to be something he can anchor himself to if needed.
he moves to take his cock fully in his hand. squeezing, learning and memorizing the heat and weight of him against his palm, circling his thumb over the head. it starts slowly, as he finds the rhythm to touch him while working with the rope at the same time, but he starts working his hand over him at a good, steady pace. a loop of rope under and above the elbow around both arms to avoid pressuring the joint directly. every time he pulls the rope taut, there's a distinct vibration that runs through them, thrumming around where the rope meets his skin -- just around his arms, just for now, but it could be pleasant or alarming or both, depending, a reminder of just how much he's bound. eventually wash is pulling his hand from his cock, settling against his waist, and crais' arms are well and truly bound -- four loops of rope binding his arms in a distinct triangle behind his back, each loop secured to a length of rope running up between both arms from his wrist.
it just needs one more pull, to take pull it all taut. and when he does, in the same movement, the ropes reverberating against his skin, wash is taking his other hand and using it to bend him over. sudden, rough and hard enough for it to be giddying as he forces his cheek against the floor, a stark contrast to how not-quite-gentle but steady and deliberate he's been with the rope. he would normally brace a hand against the back of his neck, but with that scarring he opts to keep him down with pressure against his shoulder, instead, his other hand palming crudely up over the back of one thigh, over his ass. ]
Good.
[ that hand pulls away for a moment, the sound of him reaching for something else, and it'll be clear soon enough as he presses his fingers down through the crease of his ass, this time slick and cool with lubricant. he's just as deliberate here, but not nearly as gentle, this he expects crais to have little problem with as rubs his fingers over hole, down to press against the stretch of skin just behind his balls, back up -- and starts to press them inside him. one finger, a second, curving back, pressing against heated walls inside him to find that sensitive bundle of nerves. ]
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Then there's a lot you're going to learn, today.
[ wash would've provided the grip needed if crais hadn't been able to hold his arms in position, but he manages it, and wash is clearly pleased that he's doing that at all.
he's a little slower with this, on multiple fronts -- the same intensity and focus he has with everything and how much he absorbs every detail around him, but channeled through the rope. he's giving crais time to adjust to it but also paying attention every single time he draws a length of it across his skin. one thing he's very aware of is that crais, as human as he seems, isn't actually human, hence how much more he's being affected by the steady heat in the air around them. he knows where to position rope to avoid sensitive nerve pathways and what places would be better suited for more or less support, in a human. for all he knows, under the skin, crais is an entirely different thing. so he's paying very, very close attention, running his fingers over his skin where he means to place the rope, and then watching for his response when he does, making sure there's nothing unexpected.
wash shifts closer against him. that grimace and discomfort he can hear in him is noted, but isn't enough for wash to feel alarmed, just yet. his own breathing is slow, steady, and he's close enough for crais to feel it, for his calm and stabilizing presence to be something he can anchor himself to if needed.
he moves to take his cock fully in his hand. squeezing, learning and memorizing the heat and weight of him against his palm, circling his thumb over the head. it starts slowly, as he finds the rhythm to touch him while working with the rope at the same time, but he starts working his hand over him at a good, steady pace. a loop of rope under and above the elbow around both arms to avoid pressuring the joint directly. every time he pulls the rope taut, there's a distinct vibration that runs through them, thrumming around where the rope meets his skin -- just around his arms, just for now, but it could be pleasant or alarming or both, depending, a reminder of just how much he's bound. eventually wash is pulling his hand from his cock, settling against his waist, and crais' arms are well and truly bound -- four loops of rope binding his arms in a distinct triangle behind his back, each loop secured to a length of rope running up between both arms from his wrist.
it just needs one more pull, to take pull it all taut. and when he does, in the same movement, the ropes reverberating against his skin, wash is taking his other hand and using it to bend him over. sudden, rough and hard enough for it to be giddying as he forces his cheek against the floor, a stark contrast to how not-quite-gentle but steady and deliberate he's been with the rope. he would normally brace a hand against the back of his neck, but with that scarring he opts to keep him down with pressure against his shoulder, instead, his other hand palming crudely up over the back of one thigh, over his ass. ]
Good.
[ that hand pulls away for a moment, the sound of him reaching for something else, and it'll be clear soon enough as he presses his fingers down through the crease of his ass, this time slick and cool with lubricant. he's just as deliberate here, but not nearly as gentle, this he expects crais to have little problem with as rubs his fingers over hole, down to press against the stretch of skin just behind his balls, back up -- and starts to press them inside him. one finger, a second, curving back, pressing against heated walls inside him to find that sensitive bundle of nerves. ]