[ 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. ]
[ He manages that, but only barely because fingers digging into his thigh is kind of uncomfortable and - he has to get through the desire to tense up and squirm, in order to pointedly relax the muscle around the pressure.]
( he leaves it open-ended as a statement. they both know what shrapnel does to a body. then, satisfied, he lets his hand trail back up the length of crais' spine. )
C'mon, old man. Up you get.
( somehow, that playful little teasing statement became a mark of endearment along the way. )
He pushes up onto his hands and knees and then stands but with a theatrical groan. He is not stiff. He is not uncomfortable. He is lose, relax, and not even nervous, really, anymore.
Hence the ease with which he actually does stand, and even that he turns and gives Cyram a brief, biting kiss before moving toward the dresser.]
Someday, the desire to retaliate by calling you kid will overcome how wrong that is.
( he follows crais up, and presses up against his back, reaching around for his wrists. he positions his hands where he wants them against the dresser, and while he's so near he kicks crais' feet a little further apart, resulting in his thigh briefly between the other man's. he grinds a little forward, hands at crais' hips to move him into the proper position, and then steps back. the switch into headspace is near instant, and that playful little attitude drops off like a piece of clothing he's shucked and discarded at the door.
with his hand at the small of crais' back — )
Thirty strokes. Count them out, call me sir. Safeword if you need to stop. Say 'yellow' if you need me to slow down.
( he reaches for the cane crais had selected, and swishes it a couple times through the air to get the weight and the feel of it, judging where he'll have to stand to avoid the tip clipping his hip on a wraparound. he brings it down against his own thigh with weight behind it, just to gauge exactly how much pressure he can use on crais, and thus satisfied, he steps back into place. )
Hold that posture. If you lose it, I'll wait for you to get back to it. We'll do twenty over clothing, ten naked. Understood?
[ He doesn't resist where or how he is positioned, but he isn't actively helpful, either, because while he understands the general position well enough he doesn't know exactly what Cyram needs. It seems easiest and safest to let himself be moved.
He does adjust his feet slightly once Cyram's back a bit, but it's only to fix his balance and his center of gravity.
He takes an unconsciously deep breath the moment Cyram step back and-- this time the change in demeanor doesn't throw him at all, this time. It's the timing. He's more confident, they had time to connect, he just feels better about it.
He isn't altered, but he slides into a different mental state (not altered, not dropped just differently focused) at more or less the same time.
Instructions heard and understood - and recognition that he can slow, pause, and stop this with either words or physical movement. He knows what is expected of him and what is going to happen. He's actually gotten comfortable with it.
Most of it.
The sir thing? He's not sure about but what the frell, he'll give it a try. If he forgets and fails, he forgets and fails. Maybe it'll end up being something that helps him draw some lines and develop a positive association. Like Cyram's hands around his wrists or Cyram behind him.]
( he reaches for crais' shoulder, gives it a bit of squeeze of warning, and then he begins. each blow falls measured, sharp. he varies where he strikes, so it's not always on the same spot. the pressure too is never twice the same, though it's by design rather than an accident of human strength. he's lived in this body for so long that his awareness of it goes well beyond instinct.
the rhythm is easy to fall into. the cane cuts the air, the bite of it against crais' ass, the lift of his arm to do it again. halfway to the twenty mark, he switches sides and hands so that it's even from both sides. )
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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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No. Some of you are committed to being unnecessarily complicated.
[ that's probably why he likes him so damn much. ]
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( his tone is so completely (not) offended. )
I am the opposite of complicated.
( look, for an immortal being with an insane deity trapped in his head he's doing pretty damn all right for himself!!! )
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Maybe once you get through the maze and explosives between everyone else and you.
Maybe.
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( he slips down to the thighs, digging his fingers in along the long lines of muscle there. )
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[ He manages that, but only barely because fingers digging into his thigh is kind of uncomfortable and - he has to get through the desire to tense up and squirm, in order to pointedly relax the muscle around the pressure.]
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( he leaves it open-ended as a statement. they both know what shrapnel does to a body. then, satisfied, he lets his hand trail back up the length of crais' spine. )
C'mon, old man. Up you get.
( somehow, that playful little teasing statement became a mark of endearment along the way. )
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They both know old man is an endearment, too.
He pushes up onto his hands and knees and then stands but with a theatrical groan. He is not stiff. He is not uncomfortable. He is lose, relax, and not even nervous, really, anymore.
Hence the ease with which he actually does stand, and even that he turns and gives Cyram a brief, biting kiss before moving toward the dresser.]
Someday, the desire to retaliate by calling you kid will overcome how wrong that is.
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with his hand at the small of crais' back — )
Thirty strokes. Count them out, call me sir. Safeword if you need to stop. Say 'yellow' if you need me to slow down.
( he reaches for the cane crais had selected, and swishes it a couple times through the air to get the weight and the feel of it, judging where he'll have to stand to avoid the tip clipping his hip on a wraparound. he brings it down against his own thigh with weight behind it, just to gauge exactly how much pressure he can use on crais, and thus satisfied, he steps back into place. )
Hold that posture. If you lose it, I'll wait for you to get back to it. We'll do twenty over clothing, ten naked. Understood?
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He does adjust his feet slightly once Cyram's back a bit, but it's only to fix his balance and his center of gravity.
He takes an unconsciously deep breath the moment Cyram step back and-- this time the change in demeanor doesn't throw him at all, this time. It's the timing. He's more confident, they had time to connect, he just feels better about it.
He isn't altered, but he slides into a different mental state (not altered, not dropped just differently focused) at more or less the same time.
Instructions heard and understood - and recognition that he can slow, pause, and stop this with either words or physical movement. He knows what is expected of him and what is going to happen. He's actually gotten comfortable with it.
Most of it.
The sir thing? He's not sure about but what the frell, he'll give it a try. If he forgets and fails, he forgets and fails. Maybe it'll end up being something that helps him draw some lines and develop a positive association. Like Cyram's hands around his wrists or Cyram behind him.]
Understood, sir.
[ Not smart assery, just military precision. ]
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the rhythm is easy to fall into. the cane cuts the air, the bite of it against crais' ass, the lift of his arm to do it again. halfway to the twenty mark, he switches sides and hands so that it's even from both sides. )
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