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ANY CAR IN A STORM
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WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[Aak considers his room good enough for just himself. He rarely invited people over and was familiar with the lower floors' shared baths. When another person got involved the amount of space that was necessary just ballooned. He would be disappointed if it was quick, though, simply because of his nature. When someone makes a stamina-enhancing drink it makes sense that they enjoy playing as long as possible.]
[The Feline is comparing the on-display lubricant flavors when Keita's shoulder brushes against his and he examines the beads.]
Oh, yea, [he reaches over, briefly brushing their hands together before picking up the toy and dragging his thumb over the silicone beads.]
It's supposed to feel good coming out, like... not just one big in and out but a bunch'a small ones. Think y'might be sensitive to that~?
[his tail swishes over to rest against the side of Keita's far leg]
[ The curiosity was of course genuine—Keita isn't terribly experienced with toys and there is quite a lot he doesn't know—but it was also a play to see if Aak would mind him getting closer, and from the way their hands brush together and that tail curls around the back of Keita's legs, it seems that he doesn't mind at all. Keita smiles a little for it, tracing a fingertip over one of the larger beads as he considers the explanation. ]
I think I might be, [ he says after a moment. ] I am—fairly sensitive in general, after all.
[ So it stands to reason that something like that would feel good, at least based on the way Aak describes it. It makes Keita flush a little in his ears to be so forward about something like that—even a year in this resort can't totally overcome all the years of his proper upbringing—but he doesn't shy away from the prospect like he might have once. ]
And what would feel good for you? [ Keita asks after a moment. The beads and the cucumber and... whatever else all seems to largely be for Keita's enjoyment(??), but surely there should be something in here that will bring Aak pleasure too. ]
[Part of how Aak had been able to flourish in this place was how little personal space he needed. Physical intimacy was nowhere near as dangerous as emotional intimacy. As long as a person wasn't huge and threatening he wouldn't mind getting close. Once some fondness was built up then Aak was prone to leaning on people, taking their arm, forcing himself into the same chair...]
Are ya'? [his eyes light up at just being given that information- perhaps he had too many friends that were just as emotionally withdrawn and didn't like to admit "weakness."]
Hehehe, [he chuckles to himself before getting caught off-guard by the next question. Sure, everything he'd pulled out was more of a "use on other" situation. There was a certain thrill he got out of just experimenting on someone, playing with them until they were exhausted, but-]
-aren't you gonna let me do it?
[Another blunt, direct question. He probably did need a back-up plan if Keita was gonna get mad at him for continuing past a certain point.]
[ Admitting to weakness... or realizing that the best way to get what he really wants (overstimulation) is to dangle the carrot of his sensitivity in front of an ambitious young man who Keita is positive will put him through his paces? Maybe a bit of both. Either way, the eager look on Aak'ss face gives Keita the feeling he's going to get exactly what he hopes for. ]
I'll probably let you do nearly anything you want, [ Keita says, in a moment of rare straightforwardness. Normally the politeness of his upbringing holds him back from being so open about things like this, even after so many months in the resort, but something about Aak makes it feel easier to just... say what he means. ] I just want to know what you'll enjoy the most, is all.
[ Sure, maybe there's a point at which Keita would call it quits... but given how much he likes to be exhausted and overstimulated, and how much he likes a certain level of pain, he doesn't imagine he'll have to put a stop to their games today.
Well, maybe if Aak tries to give him both of the potions at once, or something. ]
[An idiot? An angel? Depending on how this goes, Aak may feel duty-bound to protect this man. So rarely does Aak get told he can just do what he wants that it is like catnip to him. If Keita enjoys it too then Aak has to make sure no one ends up taking advantage of that in a breaking way. Does he have the power to back up that conviction? Well, he's got medicines.]
[Either way, the bait Keita has set has been snapped up by a younger Feline.]
Trust me, I know what I like myself! I'll get off fine. [he's pressed up against Keita, smiling mischievously]
Besiii~des, once you're all tied up it'd gonna be up to me anyways!
[Technically speaking, he could do anything once everything was applied. He's taking that "nearly anything" at face value. All this time in the hotel and he still doesn't really get safe words or pre-consent.]
[ Hook, line, and sinker. Keita doesn't feel too bad about this little bit of manipulation—it's to both of their benefits, after all, especially if it grows into a mutually enjoyable partnership in the future. And best of all, it's the truth: although he might have a difficult time admitting as such, Keita's tastes truly are strange and varied, and he's open to almost anything Aak might think to try.
The only line he'll draw is this: ] Anything, [ Keita agrees, ] I just don't like to bleed much.
[ But he's assuming that "not too much blood" won't be a dealbreaker for Aak, given how avariciously he'd been looking all those toys earlier. Keita smiles and turns to face Aak more fully, one hand coming up to rest on his lower stomach. ]
Then I'll trust you to take care of that yourself, [ he says. It doesn't sound like Aak intends on leaving him in a state where he'll be able to care about much of anything, much less reciprocal pleasure. ] What would you like to do first?
[ No matter what, the first step is probably undressing, so while he waits for further instruction Keita reaches up to start undoing his tie and the buttons of his shirt. That makes two of them, re: safe words—that's not even a concept that's been introduced to Keita yet, so he won't think to use one even if it did come to that point. ]
[Aak is so pleased with this deal and it radiates off his expression. Sadly, he doesn't purr, not like an actual cat. If he could, though, this would be a good time for it. Instead, he hums a little bit, making sure he's got everything from his pile of toys lines up properly.]
Got it! I've only met a couple of people that like bleeding, you know. Don't get it much myself.
[It's a good point to bring up, though. Aak wasn't the type to inflict it with a device but he has slept with a few people that liked when he got really harsh with his nails. He could enjoy someone's blood but it made way more sense to want to avoid those things.]
Let's see, prob'ly tying first in case we gotta move you around, then the blindfold, then the toys? Unless, [he glances up at the older man. When Keita undoes his tie, Aak will reach up to pull the strip of fabric to the side and send it tumbling to the ground. He's helping.] you wanna see any part of it?
[Senses and sensory deprivation were both tools of anticipation.]
Ohh, or if you wanted to see I could take a video and show you after!
[Despite Aak saying that an encounter could be like a meal, there needed to be a balance of flavors, he did still have that energy of someone who added way too many toppings at the end. Every single one was one he wanted at the moment at least. If he were in any creative career he would be the kind of person who desperately needs an editor to manage his impulses.]
[ For a man who can see the future, the addition of both restraints and a blindfold to the evening is certainly a titillating prospect. Keita's agreement will render all of his future-memories dark, leaving him only his other senses with which to experience the pleasant tortures Aak intends to put him through. It's intriguing, and possibly the only way to do this to ensure that Keita won't be able to guess what's coming next—which naturally means he agrees readily. ]
I don't need to see it. It'll be more interesting if I can't—but I wouldn't mind the video...
[ His shirt follows the same way as his tie, leaving Keita bare to the waste, his skin on display—along with his scars. There are various; most come from swords, save for the well-healed but still expansive burn scar across his shoulder and part of his back, testament to his manner of death, as far as Keita knows. Hopefully those don't bother Aak, either.
Keita undoes the button and zip of his slacks, but leaves them on for now, and instead looks up toward the bed in search of the most likely place where Aak will restrain him. Despite himself, some eagerness is already beginning to stir in his lower belly, heat curling up and outward toward his extremities. ]
[The scars don't bother Aak at all, although his eyes do linger over them. An extensive knowledge of what could cause scars meant that some were less impressive and some were more impressive. The number certainly doesn't match Aak's image of this man. Then again, neither did just agreeing to anything Aak could dream up in a private sex room. If he accepts the good without question he might as well accept this, too.]
[He does reach out and brush his fingertips over the burn scar just to feel the texture,]
Hm? Oh, yea. [he walks over, reaches up, and rattles the headboard. It's nice and sturdy so he nods approvingly. Aak hasn't made any steps to undress but he has a lot more time in this whole scenario, after all.]
That'll do it! [The younger Feline leans against the side of the headboard, smiling back at Keita.] Are you more of an each post guy or one above the head? I think they both got merits~
[From where he's looking he'll go for another appreciative skim of his eyes up and down the body. His eyes do stop over the waistband of his slacks where there's just the slightest peek at what will be exposed next.]
[ There's something almost comforting about the perfunctory way Aak treats his scars. Not that Keita expected any different from a man who seems relatively familiar with medicine, but still—there are surely some who would find them ugly. The fingertip he presses against the center of the largest scar makes Keita hum lightly, and he says, ]
I was caught in an explosion. [ Just in case he was curious. ] For the most part I have no trouble with sensitivity, but I can't feel much in the center parts.
[ So it's more for practical reasons that he's telling Aak now—so that he doesn't bother trying anything stimulating there, since the tissue is too thick for Keita to be able to feel it reliably.
With his attention drawn toward the headboard, Keita regards it thoughtfully for a moment before saying, ] One at each post, I think. I can hold that for longer.
[ Above the head would mean eventually losing some blood flow, which might later interrupt their play. Having his arms spread to either side eliminates that problem, and if the name of the game is stamina then not having to stop in the middle seems ideal. Decision made, Keita climbs onto the mattress and then leans back against the pillows before extending his arms, as if testing how comfortable the position will be. ]
[It's a pretty muted response to hearing someone was caught in an explosion but it did make some kind of sense to Aak. A totally normal person could get caught up in some sort of attack or accident. A part of him does want to keep prodding the central part now and see how much pressure he could apply. No, Aak, focus. Focus!]
Gotcha! [he'll confirm the position, back to more energy after the necessary dip for empathy's sake. Back over to the table, grabbing the things he would need for securing Keita, then bringing them back to the bed. He's hoping that using two sets of handcuffs does actually count as winning twice.]
[One wrist first, since he's already gone ahead and politely put his arm in place.]
Won't be needin' these, [he's leaned against the side of the bed, trailing a hand down the line of Keita's side, starting to tug those slacks down.]
[ The response might be muted, but it's exactly what Keita prefers. He never knows what to do with sympathy and concern—Aak's straightforward manner is much easier for him to digest. (However, getting distracted playing around with the scars would be antithetical to their whole plan here, so it's probably for the best that Aak reigns his focus in.)
Once the first of his arms is cuffed, Keita relaxes it, letting his wrist rest against the circle that contains it. The cuffs were made for this kind of play, so they're surprisingly comfortable, actually—not at all like what Keita was expecting, metal that would bite into skin. He's pleased to be wrong in this case, since these cuffs are less likely to cause chafing. ]
Please, be my guest. [ Keita's other hand comes down to help a little, but mostly he lets Aak be in charge of removing his slacks. Sock too, while he's at it, so that when the garments are removed Keita is fully nude stretched out on the bed.
There's no embarrassment or shyness at being so exposed, although Keita does shift a bit to make himself more comfortable. He's half-hard by now, and growing more aroused bit by bit the more Aak touches him. ]
[If it happened in such a way that Keita can talk normally about it, he's clearly standing here in front of him now, it would be weird to get all swept up in it. It'd be way too awkward if he were expected to give sympathy now when the mood was so playful.]
[Instead, he can unwrap his present, so to speak. Aak's fingertips and palms are like a regular human's. As he moves clothing out of the way, every now and then a bit of fluffy fur will brush up against the exposed skin. While Aak has a certain regard for Keita's clothes he's not polite enough to actually fold them or anything. They'll go flying over to a corner of the room as Aak stares him down.]
Hehe, anticipation, huh? [he can't blame him, seeing the half-stiff cock also gets him excited]
[Aak rests his knee on the mattress and a hand on each of Keita's legs. It's a little pause to touch and tease but not a place he intends to linger while he's still got set-up to do.]
[ Even if Keita's clothes do end up a bit wrinkled, it's nothing a trip to the dry cleaner can't fix—as long as Aak doesn't leave any holes in them, so he can wear them back home afterwards, Keita isn't precious about it. In fact, almost as soon as his clothes are off his body he stops thinking about them entirely, much more interested in the sensation of Aak's hands moving over his skin. ]
Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]
[Aak traces his fingertips along the inside of the thigh, thinking about the wide muscle beneath the skin. The little paths he could appreciate because of his knowledge. As muscle gives way to tendon, it's time for Aak to roll off to the other side of the bed to go secure Keita's other hand.]
[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
[Aak's pleasant, somewhat probing stare is finally blocked by the blindfold. There's a certain atmosphere of performance that starts to relax. The younger Feline always considered himself honest in his actions and reactions but with one sense gone he might as well focus on the ones that remained. His smile isn't to tease or intimidate. It's simply because he's in a good mood.]
Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
That's true. I don't mind roughness, as I've said, but I prefer it to be intentional.
[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
[A gold star for Keita's mental map of the room and Aak's position!]
[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
[ Being so chided makes Keita laugh quietly, although the sound stutters when the rise and fall of his chest makes the toy shift and sends a fresh jolt of pleasure through his body. ]
I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
[Hearing the laugh interrupted sends a little shiver down Aak's spine. It's encouraging. While he would enjoy a person getting angry at him or snapping for doing something to try and get those moans or staccato breaths, there also something soothing about just continuing. He's doing a good job if he causes more sensation and he'll have done a good job if he reduces Keita to incoherence.]
You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
[ It's not likely that Keita will get angry. Impatient, almost certainly, but one thing he knows by now is that there's pleasure in the delay, in being pushed to his limits and then past them, so while he will almost certainly (eventually) try to urge Aak on, he has no expectation that Aak will listen—and indeed, he'll enjoy it more if Aak doesn't.
For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]
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[The Feline is comparing the on-display lubricant flavors when Keita's shoulder brushes against his and he examines the beads.]
Oh, yea, [he reaches over, briefly brushing their hands together before picking up the toy and dragging his thumb over the silicone beads.]
It's supposed to feel good coming out, like... not just one big in and out but a bunch'a small ones. Think y'might be sensitive to that~?
[his tail swishes over to rest against the side of Keita's far leg]
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I think I might be, [ he says after a moment. ] I am—fairly sensitive in general, after all.
[ So it stands to reason that something like that would feel good, at least based on the way Aak describes it. It makes Keita flush a little in his ears to be so forward about something like that—even a year in this resort can't totally overcome all the years of his proper upbringing—but he doesn't shy away from the prospect like he might have once. ]
And what would feel good for you? [ Keita asks after a moment. The beads and the cucumber and... whatever else all seems to largely be for Keita's enjoyment(??), but surely there should be something in here that will bring Aak pleasure too. ]
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Are ya'? [his eyes light up at just being given that information- perhaps he had too many friends that were just as emotionally withdrawn and didn't like to admit "weakness."]
Hehehe, [he chuckles to himself before getting caught off-guard by the next question. Sure, everything he'd pulled out was more of a "use on other" situation. There was a certain thrill he got out of just experimenting on someone, playing with them until they were exhausted, but-]
-aren't you gonna let me do it?
[Another blunt, direct question. He probably did need a back-up plan if Keita was gonna get mad at him for continuing past a certain point.]
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I'll probably let you do nearly anything you want, [ Keita says, in a moment of rare straightforwardness. Normally the politeness of his upbringing holds him back from being so open about things like this, even after so many months in the resort, but something about Aak makes it feel easier to just... say what he means. ] I just want to know what you'll enjoy the most, is all.
[ Sure, maybe there's a point at which Keita would call it quits... but given how much he likes to be exhausted and overstimulated, and how much he likes a certain level of pain, he doesn't imagine he'll have to put a stop to their games today.
Well, maybe if Aak tries to give him both of the potions at once, or something. ]
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[An idiot? An angel? Depending on how this goes, Aak may feel duty-bound to protect this man. So rarely does Aak get told he can just do what he wants that it is like catnip to him. If Keita enjoys it too then Aak has to make sure no one ends up taking advantage of that in a breaking way. Does he have the power to back up that conviction? Well, he's got medicines.]
[Either way, the bait Keita has set has been snapped up by a younger Feline.]
Trust me, I know what I like myself! I'll get off fine. [he's pressed up against Keita, smiling mischievously]
Besiii~des, once you're all tied up it'd gonna be up to me anyways!
[Technically speaking, he could do anything once everything was applied. He's taking that "nearly anything" at face value. All this time in the hotel and he still doesn't really get safe words or pre-consent.]
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The only line he'll draw is this: ] Anything, [ Keita agrees, ] I just don't like to bleed much.
[ But he's assuming that "not too much blood" won't be a dealbreaker for Aak, given how avariciously he'd been looking all those toys earlier. Keita smiles and turns to face Aak more fully, one hand coming up to rest on his lower stomach. ]
Then I'll trust you to take care of that yourself, [ he says. It doesn't sound like Aak intends on leaving him in a state where he'll be able to care about much of anything, much less reciprocal pleasure. ] What would you like to do first?
[ No matter what, the first step is probably undressing, so while he waits for further instruction Keita reaches up to start undoing his tie and the buttons of his shirt. That makes two of them, re: safe words—that's not even a concept that's been introduced to Keita yet, so he won't think to use one even if it did come to that point. ]
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Got it! I've only met a couple of people that like bleeding, you know. Don't get it much myself.
[It's a good point to bring up, though. Aak wasn't the type to inflict it with a device but he has slept with a few people that liked when he got really harsh with his nails. He could enjoy someone's blood but it made way more sense to want to avoid those things.]
Let's see, prob'ly tying first in case we gotta move you around, then the blindfold, then the toys? Unless, [he glances up at the older man. When Keita undoes his tie, Aak will reach up to pull the strip of fabric to the side and send it tumbling to the ground. He's helping.] you wanna see any part of it?
[Senses and sensory deprivation were both tools of anticipation.]
Ohh, or if you wanted to see I could take a video and show you after!
[Despite Aak saying that an encounter could be like a meal, there needed to be a balance of flavors, he did still have that energy of someone who added way too many toppings at the end. Every single one was one he wanted at the moment at least. If he were in any creative career he would be the kind of person who desperately needs an editor to manage his impulses.]
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I don't need to see it. It'll be more interesting if I can't—but I wouldn't mind the video...
[ His shirt follows the same way as his tie, leaving Keita bare to the waste, his skin on display—along with his scars. There are various; most come from swords, save for the well-healed but still expansive burn scar across his shoulder and part of his back, testament to his manner of death, as far as Keita knows. Hopefully those don't bother Aak, either.
Keita undoes the button and zip of his slacks, but leaves them on for now, and instead looks up toward the bed in search of the most likely place where Aak will restrain him. Despite himself, some eagerness is already beginning to stir in his lower belly, heat curling up and outward toward his extremities. ]
Against the headboard?
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[He does reach out and brush his fingertips over the burn scar just to feel the texture,]
Hm? Oh, yea. [he walks over, reaches up, and rattles the headboard. It's nice and sturdy so he nods approvingly. Aak hasn't made any steps to undress but he has a lot more time in this whole scenario, after all.]
That'll do it! [The younger Feline leans against the side of the headboard, smiling back at Keita.] Are you more of an each post guy or one above the head? I think they both got merits~
[From where he's looking he'll go for another appreciative skim of his eyes up and down the body. His eyes do stop over the waistband of his slacks where there's just the slightest peek at what will be exposed next.]
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I was caught in an explosion. [ Just in case he was curious. ] For the most part I have no trouble with sensitivity, but I can't feel much in the center parts.
[ So it's more for practical reasons that he's telling Aak now—so that he doesn't bother trying anything stimulating there, since the tissue is too thick for Keita to be able to feel it reliably.
With his attention drawn toward the headboard, Keita regards it thoughtfully for a moment before saying, ] One at each post, I think. I can hold that for longer.
[ Above the head would mean eventually losing some blood flow, which might later interrupt their play. Having his arms spread to either side eliminates that problem, and if the name of the game is stamina then not having to stop in the middle seems ideal. Decision made, Keita climbs onto the mattress and then leans back against the pillows before extending his arms, as if testing how comfortable the position will be. ]
Yes, just like this.
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[It's a pretty muted response to hearing someone was caught in an explosion but it did make some kind of sense to Aak. A totally normal person could get caught up in some sort of attack or accident. A part of him does want to keep prodding the central part now and see how much pressure he could apply. No, Aak, focus. Focus!]
Gotcha! [he'll confirm the position, back to more energy after the necessary dip for empathy's sake. Back over to the table, grabbing the things he would need for securing Keita, then bringing them back to the bed. He's hoping that using two sets of handcuffs does actually count as winning twice.]
[One wrist first, since he's already gone ahead and politely put his arm in place.]
Won't be needin' these, [he's leaned against the side of the bed, trailing a hand down the line of Keita's side, starting to tug those slacks down.]
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Once the first of his arms is cuffed, Keita relaxes it, letting his wrist rest against the circle that contains it. The cuffs were made for this kind of play, so they're surprisingly comfortable, actually—not at all like what Keita was expecting, metal that would bite into skin. He's pleased to be wrong in this case, since these cuffs are less likely to cause chafing. ]
Please, be my guest. [ Keita's other hand comes down to help a little, but mostly he lets Aak be in charge of removing his slacks. Sock too, while he's at it, so that when the garments are removed Keita is fully nude stretched out on the bed.
There's no embarrassment or shyness at being so exposed, although Keita does shift a bit to make himself more comfortable. He's half-hard by now, and growing more aroused bit by bit the more Aak touches him. ]
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[Instead, he can unwrap his present, so to speak. Aak's fingertips and palms are like a regular human's. As he moves clothing out of the way, every now and then a bit of fluffy fur will brush up against the exposed skin. While Aak has a certain regard for Keita's clothes he's not polite enough to actually fold them or anything. They'll go flying over to a corner of the room as Aak stares him down.]
Hehe, anticipation, huh? [he can't blame him, seeing the half-stiff cock also gets him excited]
[Aak rests his knee on the mattress and a hand on each of Keita's legs. It's a little pause to touch and tease but not a place he intends to linger while he's still got set-up to do.]
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Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]
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[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
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[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
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Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
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[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
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[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
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I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
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You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
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For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]