[ 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. ]
[ The distinction between what comes from being aroused and a bit down would be hazy even for Crais right now -- there's just too much overlap, and too many places where one is feeding into the other.
It probably doesn't really matter, except in as much as it's turning up the intensity on what's happening and his reactions to it.
Nothing they're doing is entirely comfortable for him, and that's the point.
He doesn't open his eyes when he hears Washington approaching, and certainly doesn't resist the blindfold - but he does actively push into Washington's thigh for a moment, with his jaw tensing just a little. The time he spends there means that reaction gets... handled and put aside.
Just like Washington's face at his neck has his fingers twitching and the path of the rope twining around his wrist makes his shoulders tense and breath catch. It's arousal, but it's also just... low level fear born of a heightened sense of vulnerability. More intense than would happen with Cy, but not so intense that it's more than tension in his shoulders and up the back of his neck. Tension that, thanks to the impact of heat, turning into a definite muscle tremor His breathing going a bit more shallow and erratic and pulse speeding up a bit more.
He doesn't actively press into the hand at his thighs but fingers even suggesting inward movement means his knees slide out a little further and further apart. Following the suggestion and then breathing more evenly and deeply again.
Given how blunt he is, direct and transparent, the reactions here are subtle for the moment.
Pressure and voice work to keep him pretty damn okay though and... he's absolutely bending into Washington to handle himself. Relying on him more, responding to him more.]
Frequency, duration, or degree?
[ Annnnd there's the start of a softer edged slur, something a little...blurred in his voice. ]
[ wash is paying very close attention -- he always is, but it's a lot more evident, here. it's difficult to tell what might be indications of an actual problem and what's being caused by the heat, so what wash has to do is simply observe and take note of everything, and to trust crais himself to be able to tell him if anything is genuinely too much. the entire point here is that this is uncomfortable, that it's beyond what he'd normally do. some amount of that is not just expected, but desired, and good.
he stays close and keeps working the rope around his wrists, even when he feels that tension work through his shoulders, when he feels those fingers twitch. when he feels how that tightens into more of a definite tremor, he does take the time to tighten his grip over his wrists to steady him, but he keeps going until he's pulling it taut, tying it off and effectively binding crais' wrists together behind his back. he lingers there for a few moments just to let him adjust, noting the way crais responds to the touch against his thigh, how he's leaning into him more, relying on him more. that slight blur to his voice, his words starting to slur, but in a way that wash recognizes as distinct from what might be happening to him because of heat.
good. ]
Mostly degree.
[ arms behind the back is entirely normal and something he expects crais to have had some experience with, hence why he'd started there. his hand eases further up between his thigh until his fingers are dragging along the underside of his cock, using that touch to both distract and ground him as he moves on.
crais' wrists might be bound, but his elbows aren't, there's more than enough space to maneuver and and shift his arms, and wash is gentle enough but firm as he pushes his wrists down until crais' arms are straight out behind him, and he could use a hand to forcibly hold them in this position while he works, but he's going to let crais hold himself in position, instead: it might bring to mind the locked posture of a strait jacket. it's a little hard to tell since crais wouldn't be able to see it, but it might be clear then that wash hasn't just knotted off the rope and is moving onto a new one. he's taking the same rope and pulling it up, starting to wind it around his arms again, the rope settling just under the joint of his elbows.
he wouldn't normally do this with someone brand new, but the pushing is the point, here, and better for him to get a sense of how crais responds to the unfamiliar now. it'd be more difficult if he only starts to push when it comes to the rest of his body. ]
[ Crais is paying attention. He isn't in a position that's great for applying a great deal of thought to anything, or attributing deep meanings to it, but he is aware of it.
Half the point of this for him is figuring out at least enough about Wash to know if he wants to play with him like this again. That means at least noticing gut level reactions now, even if he has to go over the details later.
And right now he's mostly getting that there's enough support there to rely on and enough push to keep things... interesting. And to keep him turned on.
His wrists being pushed down results in a pull and strain that's... just about perfect. Definitely contributes to his cock staying hard, though not quite as much as the drag of Washington's fingers.
Maintaining it on his own is harder than it should be, thanks to not having great control over... literally anything. He's actually almost looking forward to more rope being tied off - or secured in some way - to support that position.
There's a slight grimace on his face, and it carries into his voice - just a little. Not knocked out of that familiar, altered space, but physically under some minor stress and not hiding it. ]
Wrists. Ankles. Cuffs and spreader bars. Occasional blindfolds.
[ 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. ]
[ The binding around his arms heightens Crais' awareness of his own pulse. It is well done, isn't inhibiting circulation but the pressure around pulse points makes it incredibly easy for him to feel the thud of his heart against the rope.
That, in turn, makes him a little more acutely aware of his body and skin, and sort of lulls his already slightly sluggish mind a little more.
Both add something to Washington's hand stroking his cock. Where he can also feel his pulse quite well, thank you.
That, and everything to it - the heat, the blindfold, his own pulse, Washington's steadiness, even the faint vibration of the friction of rope pulling over itself - mean that he is zoned, not out, but in on sensation and his body and Washington's presence.
He doesn't resist - doesn't have the leverage or muscle control frankly - being pushed forward, but he doesn't expect it, either.
Understatement; it startles the frell out of him.
There is an immediate wave of adrenaline that sends his pulse racing and results in him trying to instinctively pull his arms apart and hands curling into fists. Every muscle tenses, under his skin and in Washington's hand.
The noise that comes out of him is literally in human - closer to a large cat snarling than any sound a human throat could manage.
It actually takes him a second to process what is going on. He stays disoriented and dizzy (the dizzy is the heat more than just the abrupt position change) but the fingers sliding over his ass and then pushing into him -- tell him he's still okay.
He doesn't exactly relax, but rather the tension in his muscle stays and turns into slightly uneven shaking -( still heat) and the feline snarl bleeds into a still inhuman growl. Until Washington's fingers find what they're looking for and then the only sound Crais is making is a much more human, uninhibited, groan.
At least the blindfold is keeping sweat out of his eyes.
[ that sound doesn't deter him, if anything it seems to encourage him. this is meant to startle him, it's meant to throw him off balance. sometimes when he works with rope it's just hours of zoning in to the almost peace and tranquility of it, but that requires a certain state of mind on both ends, a certain familiarity and intimacy. he's still trying to tap into that, here, but broken up between something that crais would probably find more familiar -- and that wash will happily use to attempt to overwhelm and exhaust him. it's fun, but also aiding crais in a way. it'll get easier and easier to sink into the rope, each time.
he's paying close attention, trusts his own senses to know crais' state, and for everything he can't see, he trusts crais to tell him if there's sonething wrong. that snarl is harsh, and the tremble that starts to work its way through his body similarly so, but once wash's fingers find their mark that groan tells him he's still on track.
where every other time he's been moving relatively slowly and giving crais time to settle, here he's a lot more unrelenting. he shifts close enough for crais to feel him against his side, his free hand roaming across the length of his back and taking full advantage of the rope wound over his arms. he doesn't tug on his limbs, he tugs on the rope, forces him to feel it more, to keep constantly in his awareness not just his lack of mobility, but also what exactly is holding him there, and just how much he's bound.
the entire time, wash keeps working his fingers in and out of him, always making sure to press up against that sensitive spot inside him. what's different, what wash is especially good at, is just how much he seems to tune into crais. every hitch of his breath, every tremor, the slightest ebb and flow of tension through every muscle in his body. wash is pressed against him so he can feel all of it, and as he works his fingers inside him he makes use of it. moving in a certain way doesn't get as much as a response as before, but moving this way does by the tiniest fraction, and so he'll move that way and zone in on whatever gets him the most, again. he's found where to push, but he's learning still, rhythm, pressure, how much, how often, and other times he might be trying to tune into a comfortable pace but now he's simply honing in on anything and everything that makes crais squirm, that'll pull more of those groans from his chest and lungs. wash always pursues his goals with single-minded precision, and before it'd been to accustom him to this -- but now, its nothing less than just to have him fall apart.
he leans further in, enough to tuck his face against his shoulder, the side of his neck, mouthing a lazy kiss over his skin -- languid and almost laid back in sharp contrast to literally everything else he's doing. pushing down slightly, a little closer to the ground, forcing his knees to slide against the floor and spread apart just that much more. ]
[ Crais is going to be sore, later. Shoulders, back, arms, thighs, his ass, from the position, from the weight pushing him down and making his hips and the insides of his thighs burn a bit.
Later.
Later also being when he's going to realize how much of this focus and ability to read people and scenarios, chase them down and follow them makes Washington dangerous, but also how much sense that makes of... Felix, ironically.
In the moment he's not thinking about anything, and what he's feeling might technically be some burning and pressure, but it's all just bleeding straight back around into arousal and making every move of Washington's fingers that much more intense.
He doesn't exactly squirm - doesn't have the leverage and really isn't inclined to fight the weight on his back when it feels as comforting and solidly good to him as it does, but that doesn't mean there's not a reaction, not a lot of it. There's a whole lot of subtle shifts and not so subtle noises, muscles tensing and relaxing and the way his hands below the rope clench along with his ass.
It doesn't take him all that long to come and when he does it's... messy and comes with a loud, wordless shout pushed through gritted teeth. ]
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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. ]
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It probably doesn't really matter, except in as much as it's turning up the intensity on what's happening and his reactions to it.
Nothing they're doing is entirely comfortable for him, and that's the point.
He doesn't open his eyes when he hears Washington approaching, and certainly doesn't resist the blindfold - but he does actively push into Washington's thigh for a moment, with his jaw tensing just a little. The time he spends there means that reaction gets... handled and put aside.
Just like Washington's face at his neck has his fingers twitching and the path of the rope twining around his wrist makes his shoulders tense and breath catch. It's arousal, but it's also just... low level fear born of a heightened sense of vulnerability. More intense than would happen with Cy, but not so intense that it's more than tension in his shoulders and up the back of his neck. Tension that, thanks to the impact of heat, turning into a definite muscle tremor His breathing going a bit more shallow and erratic and pulse speeding up a bit more.
He doesn't actively press into the hand at his thighs but fingers even suggesting inward movement means his knees slide out a little further and further apart. Following the suggestion and then breathing more evenly and deeply again.
Given how blunt he is, direct and transparent, the reactions here are subtle for the moment.
Pressure and voice work to keep him pretty damn okay though and... he's absolutely bending into Washington to handle himself. Relying on him more, responding to him more.]
Frequency, duration, or degree?
[ Annnnd there's the start of a softer edged slur, something a little...blurred in his voice. ]
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he stays close and keeps working the rope around his wrists, even when he feels that tension work through his shoulders, when he feels those fingers twitch. when he feels how that tightens into more of a definite tremor, he does take the time to tighten his grip over his wrists to steady him, but he keeps going until he's pulling it taut, tying it off and effectively binding crais' wrists together behind his back. he lingers there for a few moments just to let him adjust, noting the way crais responds to the touch against his thigh, how he's leaning into him more, relying on him more. that slight blur to his voice, his words starting to slur, but in a way that wash recognizes as distinct from what might be happening to him because of heat.
good. ]
Mostly degree.
[ arms behind the back is entirely normal and something he expects crais to have had some experience with, hence why he'd started there. his hand eases further up between his thigh until his fingers are dragging along the underside of his cock, using that touch to both distract and ground him as he moves on.
crais' wrists might be bound, but his elbows aren't, there's more than enough space to maneuver and and shift his arms, and wash is gentle enough but firm as he pushes his wrists down until crais' arms are straight out behind him, and he could use a hand to forcibly hold them in this position while he works, but he's going to let crais hold himself in position, instead: it might bring to mind the locked posture of a strait jacket. it's a little hard to tell since crais wouldn't be able to see it, but it might be clear then that wash hasn't just knotted off the rope and is moving onto a new one. he's taking the same rope and pulling it up, starting to wind it around his arms again, the rope settling just under the joint of his elbows.
he wouldn't normally do this with someone brand new, but the pushing is the point, here, and better for him to get a sense of how crais responds to the unfamiliar now. it'd be more difficult if he only starts to push when it comes to the rest of his body. ]
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Half the point of this for him is figuring out at least enough about Wash to know if he wants to play with him like this again. That means at least noticing gut level reactions now, even if he has to go over the details later.
And right now he's mostly getting that there's enough support there to rely on and enough push to keep things... interesting. And to keep him turned on.
His wrists being pushed down results in a pull and strain that's... just about perfect. Definitely contributes to his cock staying hard, though not quite as much as the drag of Washington's fingers.
Maintaining it on his own is harder than it should be, thanks to not having great control over... literally anything. He's actually almost looking forward to more rope being tied off - or secured in some way - to support that position.
There's a slight grimace on his face, and it carries into his voice - just a little. Not knocked out of that familiar, altered space, but physically under some minor stress and not hiding it. ]
Wrists. Ankles. Cuffs and spreader bars. Occasional blindfolds.
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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. ]
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That, in turn, makes him a little more acutely aware of his body and skin, and sort of lulls his already slightly sluggish mind a little more.
Both add something to Washington's hand stroking his cock. Where he can also feel his pulse quite well, thank you.
That, and everything to it - the heat, the blindfold, his own pulse, Washington's steadiness, even the faint vibration of the friction of rope pulling over itself - mean that he is zoned, not out, but in on sensation and his body and Washington's presence.
He doesn't resist - doesn't have the leverage or muscle control frankly - being pushed forward, but he doesn't expect it, either.
Understatement; it startles the frell out of him.
There is an immediate wave of adrenaline that sends his pulse racing and results in him trying to instinctively pull his arms apart and hands curling into fists. Every muscle tenses, under his skin and in Washington's hand.
The noise that comes out of him is literally in human - closer to a large cat snarling than any sound a human throat could manage.
It actually takes him a second to process what is going on. He stays disoriented and dizzy (the dizzy is the heat more than just the abrupt position change) but the fingers sliding over his ass and then pushing into him -- tell him he's still okay.
He doesn't exactly relax, but rather the tension in his muscle stays and turns into slightly uneven shaking -( still heat) and the feline snarl bleeds into a still inhuman growl. Until Washington's fingers find what they're looking for and then the only sound Crais is making is a much more human, uninhibited, groan.
At least the blindfold is keeping sweat out of his eyes.
]
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he's paying close attention, trusts his own senses to know crais' state, and for everything he can't see, he trusts crais to tell him if there's sonething wrong. that snarl is harsh, and the tremble that starts to work its way through his body similarly so, but once wash's fingers find their mark that groan tells him he's still on track.
where every other time he's been moving relatively slowly and giving crais time to settle, here he's a lot more unrelenting. he shifts close enough for crais to feel him against his side, his free hand roaming across the length of his back and taking full advantage of the rope wound over his arms. he doesn't tug on his limbs, he tugs on the rope, forces him to feel it more, to keep constantly in his awareness not just his lack of mobility, but also what exactly is holding him there, and just how much he's bound.
the entire time, wash keeps working his fingers in and out of him, always making sure to press up against that sensitive spot inside him. what's different, what wash is especially good at, is just how much he seems to tune into crais. every hitch of his breath, every tremor, the slightest ebb and flow of tension through every muscle in his body. wash is pressed against him so he can feel all of it, and as he works his fingers inside him he makes use of it. moving in a certain way doesn't get as much as a response as before, but moving this way does by the tiniest fraction, and so he'll move that way and zone in on whatever gets him the most, again. he's found where to push, but he's learning still, rhythm, pressure, how much, how often, and other times he might be trying to tune into a comfortable pace but now he's simply honing in on anything and everything that makes crais squirm, that'll pull more of those groans from his chest and lungs. wash always pursues his goals with single-minded precision, and before it'd been to accustom him to this -- but now, its nothing less than just to have him fall apart.
he leans further in, enough to tuck his face against his shoulder, the side of his neck, mouthing a lazy kiss over his skin -- languid and almost laid back in sharp contrast to literally everything else he's doing. pushing down slightly, a little closer to the ground, forcing his knees to slide against the floor and spread apart just that much more. ]
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Later.
Later also being when he's going to realize how much of this focus and ability to read people and scenarios, chase them down and follow them makes Washington dangerous, but also how much sense that makes of... Felix, ironically.
In the moment he's not thinking about anything, and what he's feeling might technically be some burning and pressure, but it's all just bleeding straight back around into arousal and making every move of Washington's fingers that much more intense.
He doesn't exactly squirm - doesn't have the leverage and really isn't inclined to fight the weight on his back when it feels as comforting and solidly good to him as it does, but that doesn't mean there's not a reaction, not a lot of it. There's a whole lot of subtle shifts and not so subtle noises, muscles tensing and relaxing and the way his hands below the rope clench along with his ass.
It doesn't take him all that long to come and when he does it's... messy and comes with a loud, wordless shout pushed through gritted teeth. ]