[ he has gathered that crais wants to, yes. and there are times when wash will lean into the uncertainty, where the lines might blur, and there is a thrill in that -- but there are times like this when he definitely appreciates the clarity and negotiation beforehand. there is a brusqueness to the way crais handles this that is -- different, but he appreciates. different for wash. not for crais.
he nods, humming slightly in light amusement. nothing mocking, just interested. ]
You're the aftercare type?
[ he assumes that's what not parting company immediately is about. ]
[ The kitten/cat comes looking for more treats or affection while Crais tries to formulate a reply.
He isn't often rendered speechless but 'aftercare type' has achieved it, albeit not indefinitely.
The cat and his drink buy him time for his brain to contain a thought that isn't basically a giant flashing question mark. ]
Yes, though what that looks like varies. Equally importantly if I tried to do any sort of scene with any level of intensity without ensuring that everyone was in fairly good physical and mental shape, Cyram would appear out of nowhere like a vengeful god of sarcasm and text speak.
[ ooc: i am very sorry for how slow i am, irl is truly hell ]
[ the cat is distracting. not quite distracting enough for wash to not notice the pause and silence -- from what he knows about crais, that long formulate a response is different. he's patient, occupying himself with scritches for the cat and watching crais with interest. ]
Would prefer to avoid that, yeah. [ wash doesn't know much about cyram, but vengeance, sarcasm and text speak is paints enough of a picture. ] What does your preferred aftercare look like, then? Depends on the scene?
[ he's not really letting it on, but wash does genuinely love providing aftercare. for as much as he thrives off completely dismantling someone and piecing them apart, there's an extra level of satisfaction in being able to put them together again with his own hands, to ground them, to pull them back. ]
[ The delay in response doesn't happen again. He was thrown - and to some degree still is - by the suggestion that it might be optional. He isn't ashamed of his own answers here, though, and he does know himself. ]
The relatively minor details may vary based on the nature of the scene, but overall the broad strokes are consistent: Physical contact, getting physically clean and hydrated, including first aid if required and rest with physical contact. Anything particularly intense and rest means sleep.
[OOC: No problem on slow, but sorry thinsg are hard!]
[ another little scritch or two for the kitty under the chin before he pulls away, returning his focus entirely to crais. he's watching him a little closer now, and though he always has that sense of focused observation with anyone he's with, this is a little different. less about care and caution, more with a certain intention, now, looking for seams and threads to pull at. ]
He studies Washington back for a moment or two, weighing, measuring and considering. Options, Washington himself and what he'd said, possibilities. It's not a long silence but it is one. Not thrown this time, just more deliberate and intentional. ]
You wanted a line to push. I'll give you two. One will be pure psychological push one is that with potential for real damage if you cross the line instead of just pushing it.
Bondage and blindfolds make me uncomfortable, but in a way I get off on if it's done with some degree of care, more so if there's pain involved. It's relatively low risk of pushing to the point of panic at this stage but it isn't easy.
[ its really not that often that wash gets to do this kind of thing with someone who is not just very frank and forward, but self-aware. knowing what you like and how far you want it to be taken is a surprisingly rare thing, and wash doesn't really mind helping people learn that about themselves, depending, doesn't mind figuring that out about people on his own. but here crais takes a moment to consider, and then lays out options.
wash takes them and considers them in turn. given how capable wash is of hiding his expressions and emotions when he wants to be, that none of this is hidden is clearly a deliberate choice -- he studies him closely, gaze tracing a line down over his shoulder, following an imaginary length of rope. winding, twisting. pulling taut. bakc up to meet crais' gaze, now, with a thoughtful, quiet hum. ]
[ Crais's approach to submission is largely shaped by his time with Cyram - a person who was an established and experienced dominant before coming to Duplicity - and one frankly upsetting encounter caused by lack of clarity.
Add in his personality, Washington's reticence, and Crais is going to be as clear as he can be. Especially with what he knows about the trauma level of Felix and Ephemera.
He is very aware of the nature of Washington's look and is looks (is) a little smug as a result, but he doesn't get derailed. He cocks a hip against the counter and drinks his teeth, without breaking eye-contact.
He's learning some things here, albeit not large ones and he might just learn more. Besides he's got nothing he's interested in hiding]
My temperature tolerance is different from a human's; my upper limit is lower. If that upper limited is exceeded it affects my mood and cognitive ability - on a scale. Push it further and it impacts motor control. Push it too far and I'm catatonic and you'll need to kill me before I'll recover. I don't know how far I want it pushed beyond having to desire to die. it's certainly something that can be played with and found out.
[ And while he's got nothing to hide he isn't spelling out that this is scary for him. It is a button. It's also appealing.
Hell lack of communication would be too but he doesn't trust Washington that far. ]
temperature play in genera is a thing, sure, but this isn't something he's familiar with. how could he be? as he listens it doesn't escape his notice just how significant the information is, how it could be used if he ever had motivation to. trust, again, though maybe less direct trust and just a kind of pragmatic assurance. it's a vulnerability, regardless, and one that wash could absolutely see himself delighting in. what the logistics are of playing with heat in that way, he isn't sure, but he could see himself turning that dial, riding the edge, too too close. ]
Saunas must be fun for you.
[ ha. ]
Let's stick to the bondage and blindfolds for the time being. All the better to get to know you with, so to speak.
[ see, that wash knows how to do, and quite well at that, can and has spent hours lingering with deliberate drawn-out care on every length of rope he was binding someone with. relatively low risk of panic isn't no risk of panic, and as intrigued as wash is by this very physiological vulnerability that crais is offering him -- this way he can focus on learning him, rather than learning two things at once. though it might be apparent already, its another sign that wash does take this very seriously. ]
There was a sauna on my ship. It was popular though the temperature was set lower than the one I visited here. [ He misses Bashir, and hadn't thought about that trip in a long, long time. ] I didn't hate it. Unlike 'Summer'.
[ He's not quoting it because no seasons - he spent the early part of his life on a planet. Summer was a thing. It's just that what these people call Summer, particularly in the down, Crais would call hell. He's cranky a lot, then.
Anyway, moving along and still looking steadily at Washington, pondering and moving on. ]
Bondage is a good starting place. What's your safeword.
[ which sounds very nondescript, as a safeword. just the way wash likes it, as always -- even if it's not as nondescript as it seems. the obvious thing would be to ask for crais' safeword in turn, but he does actually have a few more questions to ask. ]
Before we talk about yours, Crais. Couple more things. We're at your place [ and wash hasn't had the cause to invest into a stocked bdsm closet or anything, yet ], so I'll need to know where I'm working -- what I'm getting to work with.
[ a very, very, pragmatic approach. referring to it as work kind of betrays his sensibilities towards it, too. not that it isn't about pleasure, but there are responsibilities here, things he has to abide by. ]
[ Asking was more about ensuring that the man had one, after asking if Crais was the aftercare type.
That answer and the lack of hesitation is reassuring, even if the answer itself comes across as nondescript -- or for Crais even a little nonsensical. His safeword is Mango. He isn't going to complain about not understanding the meaning behind the choice. And it's more creative, at least, than 'red'. ]
And I'll back it up one step further to ask: Do you want to work here? Both your assigned housing and public locations are viable possibilities.
[ Without being in someone else's space or using their equipment. ]
[ look, wash has met people who don't want the aftercare for whatever reason. he needs to know! ]
I'll be honest: I've not had much cause to stock up in my own place, yet, beyond bare basics. [ he's spartan by nature, too, and still in the public housing, he'll want to get out of there at some point. now it's mostly been other people's places, and that's generally his preference -- inviting people into his own space is a different step. ] Your place is fine, unless you'd rather go somewhere public. I can work with what I'm given.
[ a pause, considering, watching him closely. ]
I'll want good rope, but I don't need much outside of that. A good frame or hook if we want to go that far.
[ Yes, clearly. Those people are alarming for Crais because --
He is what he is.
Either way, he nods. ]
Then come on, I'll show you the 'work' space - for both kink and actual design and materials. I don't think you're going to have trouble finding anything you want.
[ And he doubts this man is someone who's going to fail to clean up after himself. ]
[ he is, predictably, incredibly obsessive about keeping things organized and tidy. it would be even worse if he's in his own space, but he'd be very respectful of others'. he nods, following after crais where he leads -- and he'll take in the space with the distinct air of a military man, because that's just kind of who he is. ]
You said before that there was low risk of pushing you to the point of panic.
[ They have that in common - because Crais can't stand a messy environment, and he definitely still moves like someone who's spent their life in the military.
Even if some other aspects of his... demeanor have softened somewhat.
Leading the way means moving back through the space and past a couple of closed doors]
Would you be even remotely interested if there were no risk of pushing too far? [ Because to be honest, Crais would probably not be in this particular scenario. It's otherwise just bondage. ]
[ but not completely uninterested. not everything he's encountered has been able to appeal to the far end of his sensibilities, he's learned to make do, and he is the patient sort. sometimes it takes time to really learn and push a person. sometimes that makes it more rewarding. and there's still an amount of self-restraint there: maybe letting himself enjoy completely shattering someone is actually a bad thing.
he just follows after him, looking around with some curiosity. ]
You seem self-aware enough to know what it is about it that tends to set you off.
[ It's a very clean, neat, space without any real decorations outside the minimal stuff (sunrise painting by Ephemera) once they pass the living room.
The dungeon itself is similar. Rack, table, shelves and drawers stocked with just about everything, a desk with designs in the far back corner, separated by space at least.]
I know why and some of what, but specifics aren't all that consistent. Bondage isn't my go to.
[ nice space, nice painting. wash knows mostly by context through looking through felix's cam logs that the painting is likely by ephemera. he looks content enough with the dungeon's space when they get there -- it's always interesting to see what someone chooses to keep in their sex dungeon. tells you a lot about people, for obvious reasons.
he'll wait for crais' go-ahead before he starts looking through some of the shelves. what he's looking for is the old standby: rope, good rope, and lots of it. blindfolds, gags, maybe some carabiners, looking to see if there's an appropriate ceiling-or-frame hook installed anywhere for suspension work. he isn't taking anything out, yet, just taking stock for now. ]
Then we'll figure some of that out together.
[ a thoughtful hum. ]
And if we wanted to push your response to temperature. Do you have anything for that here?
[ It is their space but stocking and setup are largely the result of Cyram and he doesn't fool around - he's an invincible immortal who plays hard and sometimes plays with similar people. If there's anything down here missing, it would surprise both of them. Some of it doesn't even look sane at first blush, Crais is pretty sure. Good first aid and medical supplies, too. ]
Rope should be in the third drawer on the level. As for temperature, yes. But I don't know what sort of playing with it you mean. There's a thermostat, refrigerator, and all manner of things that get hot or warm.
[ plenty to work with, he hums with quiet approval as he looks through everything -- and he pulls out a length of rope. mostly just to test it, winding it slightly between his hands, tugging at it to test the strength. not that he doubts crais and cyram would stock anything subpar, but wash is clearly the kind of of man with a meticulous attention to detail. this isn't his space, and so he'll verify things himself. he seems pleased enough with it, and later he'll start laying out exactly what he needs, maybe on that desk, maybe a different part of the space that's suitable.
a few moments is enough for him to verify that he's satisfied with the rope. ]
That'll do.
There's a few more things I want to know, but. [ its things he can ask and clarify while having a little fun with it. he ends up by the thermostat, turning around to face him, taking a few moments to regard him carefully. there is a certain intensity in his gaze, even more than usual, like he's drinking in every single detail, every breath, every slight movement or shift in crais' frame. he gestures him closer with a tip of his head. ] If you're ready and don't have anymore questions for me, you can just give me your safeword.
[ He leans a shoulder against a wall and watches Wash moving around the space and the deliberation of him watching and checking things. It's a good thing, though he's still on edge enough that just being in this space isn't altering his mental state quite as much as it would otherwise.
Look, associations are strong but also Wash is new and relatively unknown to Crais.
The thermostat's a promising thing to be spending time with, though.
He stays put when gestured closer, but it isn't defiance it's a deliberate 'just a second'. ]
[ he can tell that crais is a little on edge, he won't pry. presumably being on edge is part of why they're doing this to begin with. he merely observes, notes how he acts and moves -- nods briefly, just in acknowledgment. a fair question. ]
We don't have to. [ its not something wash will require of him, at least this time. the power exchange itself is enough. if crais wants sex, of course, that's a different matter -- and he pauses for a moment, considering. eyeing him carefully, again. tracing mental ropes across his body. what would he like to do? ] But I've a mind to push you to exhaustion, Crais. In every sense of the word.
[ maybe he won't fuck him, unless crais specifically wants it. but he wants to push him to exhaustion, to overwhelm, and pleasure is one avenue he wouldn't leave unexplored. they haven't started anything yet, crais hasn't given him a safeword, and so it's a statement of intent rather than a demand; the power exchange itself is more than appealing enough that he'd be content with that. but for as infuriatingly unflappable and put-together as crais is, there is something terribly appealing to him about the idea of really being able to find the right kind of pleasure to make him squirm. ]
[ Crais can feel the weight of Wash's gaze like a physical thing. It, as much as Wash's words start something shifting a little behind his eyes. Relaxing and starting to come off the edge of wariness.
Which, yeah, is part of why he is absolutely onboard for this. He wants to learn more about Washington, yes, but also the slight edge of not quite trusting him adds something to it.
He nods slightly when Wash is finished speaking, laces his fingers together and stretches his arms above his head and his entire body out with that stretch. Then drops his arms and settles into a much looser posture. ]
My safeword is mango. If I am overly slow to respond and you need that response call me Bialar. Don't overuse that, it will throw me out if I'm not fairly far gone mentally.
[ wash is, clearly, ready. he watches crais with that same focused intensity as he stretches and moves, nodding. mango. nice and easy to remember. use bialar if he's too unresponsive, but only if needed. crais grins at him, says lets play, and wash take sit as at least a little bit of a challenge. he doesn't quite grin back, but there is a moment, the corner of his mouth quirking upward in something closer to a smirk. ]
Lets.
[ the words fall from his mouth and wash is moving in, sudden, precise, like a predator lying in wait who saw his moment to strike -- somehow, he moves and acts like a soldier, even here. his fingers twist in the front of his shirt, dragging him forcibly closer until he can lean down and catch his mouth with his own in a harsh, bruising kiss. it's rough, demanding, something almost possessive in it, harsh enough to draw blood and for wash to learn first-hand if his would taste like human blood. but for all the time they've spent laying ground work, it does seem almost terribly conventional.
if crais isn't too distracted, though, he might notice what wash is doing. one hand to keep him close-- his other hand on the controls of the thermostat on the wall behind him. he's turning it up, little by little at a perfectly steady rate. he hauls him close, lifting him to his toes, presses their chests against each other until he can feel his heartbeat. that intensity in his gaze and movement carries here, too -- taking in every detail, even here, mapping him out with his teeth and tongue as much as he would with his mouth and hands. why ask where to draw the limit when he can feel it, instead, learn for himself what it does to crais' body?
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he nods, humming slightly in light amusement. nothing mocking, just interested. ]
You're the aftercare type?
[ he assumes that's what not parting company immediately is about. ]
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He isn't often rendered speechless but 'aftercare type' has achieved it, albeit not indefinitely.
The cat and his drink buy him time for his brain to contain a thought that isn't basically a giant flashing question mark. ]
Yes, though what that looks like varies. Equally importantly if I tried to do any sort of scene with any level of intensity without ensuring that everyone was in fairly good physical and mental shape, Cyram would appear out of nowhere like a vengeful god of sarcasm and text speak.
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[ the cat is distracting. not quite distracting enough for wash to not notice the pause and silence -- from what he knows about crais, that long formulate a response is different. he's patient, occupying himself with scritches for the cat and watching crais with interest. ]
Would prefer to avoid that, yeah. [ wash doesn't know much about cyram, but vengeance, sarcasm and text speak is paints enough of a picture. ] What does your preferred aftercare look like, then? Depends on the scene?
[ he's not really letting it on, but wash does genuinely love providing aftercare. for as much as he thrives off completely dismantling someone and piecing them apart, there's an extra level of satisfaction in being able to put them together again with his own hands, to ground them, to pull them back. ]
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The relatively minor details may vary based on the nature of the scene, but overall the broad strokes are consistent: Physical contact, getting physically clean and hydrated, including first aid if required and rest with physical contact. Anything particularly intense and rest means sleep.
[OOC: No problem on slow, but sorry thinsg are hard!]
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Entirely reasonable.
[ another little scritch or two for the kitty under the chin before he pulls away, returning his focus entirely to crais. he's watching him a little closer now, and though he always has that sense of focused observation with anyone he's with, this is a little different. less about care and caution, more with a certain intention, now, looking for seams and threads to pull at. ]
What are you looking for, then?
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He studies Washington back for a moment or two, weighing, measuring and considering. Options, Washington himself and what he'd said, possibilities. It's not a long silence but it is one. Not thrown this time, just more deliberate and intentional. ]
You wanted a line to push. I'll give you two. One will be pure psychological push one is that with potential for real damage if you cross the line instead of just pushing it.
Bondage and blindfolds make me uncomfortable, but in a way I get off on if it's done with some degree of care, more so if there's pain involved. It's relatively low risk of pushing to the point of panic at this stage but it isn't easy.
The other is heat.
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wash takes them and considers them in turn. given how capable wash is of hiding his expressions and emotions when he wants to be, that none of this is hidden is clearly a deliberate choice -- he studies him closely, gaze tracing a line down over his shoulder, following an imaginary length of rope. winding, twisting. pulling taut. bakc up to meet crais' gaze, now, with a thoughtful, quiet hum. ]
Tell me about the heat.
[ that one's a little more different. ]
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Add in his personality, Washington's reticence, and Crais is going to be as clear as he can be. Especially with what he knows about the trauma level of Felix and Ephemera.
He is very aware of the nature of Washington's look and is looks (is) a little smug as a result, but he doesn't get derailed. He cocks a hip against the counter and drinks his teeth, without breaking eye-contact.
He's learning some things here, albeit not large ones and he might just learn more. Besides he's got nothing he's interested in hiding]
My temperature tolerance is different from a human's; my upper limit is lower. If that upper limited is exceeded it affects my mood and cognitive ability - on a scale. Push it further and it impacts motor control. Push it too far and I'm catatonic and you'll need to kill me before I'll recover. I don't know how far I want it pushed beyond having to desire to die. it's certainly something that can be played with and found out.
[ And while he's got nothing to hide he isn't spelling out that this is scary for him. It is a button. It's also appealing.
Hell lack of communication would be too but he doesn't trust Washington that far. ]
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temperature play in genera is a thing, sure, but this isn't something he's familiar with. how could he be? as he listens it doesn't escape his notice just how significant the information is, how it could be used if he ever had motivation to. trust, again, though maybe less direct trust and just a kind of pragmatic assurance. it's a vulnerability, regardless, and one that wash could absolutely see himself delighting in. what the logistics are of playing with heat in that way, he isn't sure, but he could see himself turning that dial, riding the edge, too too close. ]
Saunas must be fun for you.
[ ha. ]
Let's stick to the bondage and blindfolds for the time being. All the better to get to know you with, so to speak.
[ see, that wash knows how to do, and quite well at that, can and has spent hours lingering with deliberate drawn-out care on every length of rope he was binding someone with. relatively low risk of panic isn't no risk of panic, and as intrigued as wash is by this very physiological vulnerability that crais is offering him -- this way he can focus on learning him, rather than learning two things at once. though it might be apparent already, its another sign that wash does take this very seriously. ]
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[ He's not quoting it because no seasons - he spent the early part of his life on a planet. Summer was a thing. It's just that what these people call Summer, particularly in the down, Crais would call hell. He's cranky a lot, then.
Anyway, moving along and still looking steadily at Washington, pondering and moving on. ]
Bondage is a good starting place. What's your safeword.
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[ which sounds very nondescript, as a safeword. just the way wash likes it, as always -- even if it's not as nondescript as it seems. the obvious thing would be to ask for crais' safeword in turn, but he does actually have a few more questions to ask. ]
Before we talk about yours, Crais. Couple more things. We're at your place [ and wash hasn't had the cause to invest into a stocked bdsm closet or anything, yet ], so I'll need to know where I'm working -- what I'm getting to work with.
[ a very, very, pragmatic approach. referring to it as work kind of betrays his sensibilities towards it, too. not that it isn't about pleasure, but there are responsibilities here, things he has to abide by. ]
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That answer and the lack of hesitation is reassuring, even if the answer itself comes across as nondescript -- or for Crais even a little nonsensical. His safeword is Mango. He isn't going to complain about not understanding the meaning behind the choice. And it's more creative, at least, than 'red'. ]
And I'll back it up one step further to ask: Do you want to work here? Both your assigned housing and public locations are viable possibilities.
[ Without being in someone else's space or using their equipment. ]
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I'll be honest: I've not had much cause to stock up in my own place, yet, beyond bare basics. [ he's spartan by nature, too, and still in the public housing, he'll want to get out of there at some point. now it's mostly been other people's places, and that's generally his preference -- inviting people into his own space is a different step. ] Your place is fine, unless you'd rather go somewhere public. I can work with what I'm given.
[ a pause, considering, watching him closely. ]
I'll want good rope, but I don't need much outside of that. A good frame or hook if we want to go that far.
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He is what he is.
Either way, he nods. ]
Then come on, I'll show you the 'work' space - for both kink and actual design and materials. I don't think you're going to have trouble finding anything you want.
[ And he doubts this man is someone who's going to fail to clean up after himself. ]
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You said before that there was low risk of pushing you to the point of panic.
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Even if some other aspects of his... demeanor have softened somewhat.
Leading the way means moving back through the space and past a couple of closed doors]
Would you be even remotely interested if there were no risk of pushing too far? [ Because to be honest, Crais would probably not be in this particular scenario. It's otherwise just bondage. ]
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[ but not completely uninterested. not everything he's encountered has been able to appeal to the far end of his sensibilities, he's learned to make do, and he is the patient sort. sometimes it takes time to really learn and push a person. sometimes that makes it more rewarding. and there's still an amount of self-restraint there: maybe letting himself enjoy completely shattering someone is actually a bad thing.
he just follows after him, looking around with some curiosity. ]
You seem self-aware enough to know what it is about it that tends to set you off.
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[ It's a very clean, neat, space without any real decorations outside the minimal stuff (sunrise painting by Ephemera) once they pass the living room.
The dungeon itself is similar. Rack, table, shelves and drawers stocked with just about everything, a desk with designs in the far back corner, separated by space at least.]
I know why and some of what, but specifics aren't all that consistent. Bondage isn't my go to.
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he'll wait for crais' go-ahead before he starts looking through some of the shelves. what he's looking for is the old standby: rope, good rope, and lots of it. blindfolds, gags, maybe some carabiners, looking to see if there's an appropriate ceiling-or-frame hook installed anywhere for suspension work. he isn't taking anything out, yet, just taking stock for now. ]
Then we'll figure some of that out together.
[ a thoughtful hum. ]
And if we wanted to push your response to temperature. Do you have anything for that here?
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[ It is their space but stocking and setup are largely the result of Cyram and he doesn't fool around - he's an invincible immortal who plays hard and sometimes plays with similar people. If there's anything down here missing, it would surprise both of them. Some of it doesn't even look sane at first blush, Crais is pretty sure. Good first aid and medical supplies, too. ]
Rope should be in the third drawer on the level. As for temperature, yes. But I don't know what sort of playing with it you mean. There's a thermostat, refrigerator, and all manner of things that get hot or warm.
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a few moments is enough for him to verify that he's satisfied with the rope. ]
That'll do.
There's a few more things I want to know, but. [ its things he can ask and clarify while having a little fun with it. he ends up by the thermostat, turning around to face him, taking a few moments to regard him carefully. there is a certain intensity in his gaze, even more than usual, like he's drinking in every single detail, every breath, every slight movement or shift in crais' frame. he gestures him closer with a tip of his head. ] If you're ready and don't have anymore questions for me, you can just give me your safeword.
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Look, associations are strong but also Wash is new and relatively unknown to Crais.
The thermostat's a promising thing to be spending time with, though.
He stays put when gestured closer, but it isn't defiance it's a deliberate 'just a second'. ]
Are we having sex?
[ Mindset varies. ]
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We don't have to. [ its not something wash will require of him, at least this time. the power exchange itself is enough. if crais wants sex, of course, that's a different matter -- and he pauses for a moment, considering. eyeing him carefully, again. tracing mental ropes across his body. what would he like to do? ] But I've a mind to push you to exhaustion, Crais. In every sense of the word.
[ maybe he won't fuck him, unless crais specifically wants it. but he wants to push him to exhaustion, to overwhelm, and pleasure is one avenue he wouldn't leave unexplored. they haven't started anything yet, crais hasn't given him a safeword, and so it's a statement of intent rather than a demand; the power exchange itself is more than appealing enough that he'd be content with that. but for as infuriatingly unflappable and put-together as crais is, there is something terribly appealing to him about the idea of really being able to find the right kind of pleasure to make him squirm. ]
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Which, yeah, is part of why he is absolutely onboard for this. He wants to learn more about Washington, yes, but also the slight edge of not quite trusting him adds something to it.
He nods slightly when Wash is finished speaking, laces his fingers together and stretches his arms above his head and his entire body out with that stretch. Then drops his arms and settles into a much looser posture. ]
My safeword is mango. If I am overly slow to respond and you need that response call me Bialar. Don't overuse that, it will throw me out if I'm not fairly far gone mentally.
[ Then he grins, sharply. ]
Let's play.
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Lets.
[ the words fall from his mouth and wash is moving in, sudden, precise, like a predator lying in wait who saw his moment to strike -- somehow, he moves and acts like a soldier, even here. his fingers twist in the front of his shirt, dragging him forcibly closer until he can lean down and catch his mouth with his own in a harsh, bruising kiss. it's rough, demanding, something almost possessive in it, harsh enough to draw blood and for wash to learn first-hand if his would taste like human blood. but for all the time they've spent laying ground work, it does seem almost terribly conventional.
if crais isn't too distracted, though, he might notice what wash is doing. one hand to keep him close-- his other hand on the controls of the thermostat on the wall behind him. he's turning it up, little by little at a perfectly steady rate. he hauls him close, lifting him to his toes, presses their chests against each other until he can feel his heartbeat. that intensity in his gaze and movement carries here, too -- taking in every detail, even here, mapping him out with his teeth and tongue as much as he would with his mouth and hands. why ask where to draw the limit when he can feel it, instead, learn for himself what it does to crais' body?
he'll keep pushing it up, at a steady climb. ]
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