[Albus' eyes slip closed as Elias noses against his neck, his lips warm and lovely on his throat. He lets out a soft exhale, tilting his head against the other man's, his hands reaching forward to slide onto Elias' sides.
It's a brief moment of touch before he's restrained. His palms run over Elias' waist and up his back, tracing the lines of him before he loses the chance.]
[He remains where he is, humming softly and lingering on the next kiss, teeth skimming his skin before he draws back, relinquishing Albus' collar at last.]
Do what you need to make yourself comfortable, then come back here. I'll gather my things together.
[It isn't much for him to gather up - simply a coil of rope in a handsome natural golden-tan hue, resting in a black cloth satchel of assorted accessories that he retrieves from his workspace in his own bedroom.]
[He lets out a soft sound of regret as Elias pulls away, the feel of his teeth still lingering on Albus' neck. Still, he acquiesces all the same, letting Elias leave while his skin still thrums from a desire for his touch.
Albus does what Elias asks of him, going to his room briefly to get ready. He's never been restrained before, so all he can think to do is remove his clothes, tidily undressing himself and neatly laying his clothing on his mattress. It's a sharp contrast to the other times he's gotten undressed for Elias -- but then, it's all a very new experience, isn't it.
A moment later, he strolls back into the living room, looking for Elias, feeling the building thrum of anticipation growing more stark.]
[Juxtaposed against Albus, Elias is still nearly fully dressed, his bare feet and absent jacket his only concessions to the intimacy of the scene. He's stood in front of the coffee table, satchel resting upon it, shaking out the longest coil of rope and gathering it again from the middle. When Albus walks in he looks him up and down a moment, quiet appreciation in his gaze, then nods him to the open floor past the table. Albus' excitement and apprehension are palpable things on the air, sweet as the music he's put on low, a long succession of lively but unobtrusive string concertos. And himself, he feels entirely content.]
Go on, stand where you like. Have you any questions or concerns before we start?
[He enjoys the brief moment of appreciation, even as the anticipation of the scene still sings through his nerves, making him feel far more alert than usual. Albus moves to the floor in front of the coffee table, not entirely sure where or even how to stand, watching Elias handle the rope all the while.]
Have you ever done this before?
[It's asked out of curiosity, not concern. He trusts Elias not to be clumsy with this, even if he is a new hand at it. Still, he does wonder if this is a taste he's developed before, or a new idea for him.]
Upon another? Not to such an extent. And my practise of many of these knots has all been on a smaller scale.
[As if he were arranging a sculpture, Elias turns him to where the waning light through the spacious windows illuminates him best, taps his ankles gently until his feet are slightly apart and parallel. Albus needs little correcting, but he passes light hands over him even where he's already perfect, confirmation that he is exactly where Elias means him to be. Back straight, neck relaxed,shoulders even and hands at his sides. He comes around to his face last, smiling slightly in approval, thumb skimming over his cheekbone.]
Now. I do need you to remain still while I do this. Talk all you like, but your feet- [And he taps the top of one in illustration without breaking contact, toes light against the arch.] -remain here. Understood?
I see. In that case, I'm pleased to be your first test subject.
[He says the words in jest, but there's a breathlessness to them all the same. Albus feels as if he is entirely on alert, each subtle nudge from Elias stoking it higher. Elias' gestures feel so clinical and precise, so different from what he is used to, and there is a piece of him that wishes to simply reach out and touch -- but he stays still as he's asked to, hands at his sides, taking pleasure in Elias' approval as he keeps himself motionless.]
[He favors him with a little smile, then sets to work, looping the rope over his neck and setting a knot between his shoulderblades before coming around to the front. His arms work in long, artful sweeps, drawing the entire length of the rope through with every knot of the doubled rope hanging down his chest to curl loosely at their feet.]
A full harness to start, I think. It would be a shame to have you undressed and not use the entirety of the canvas I've been given, mm?
Of course, it would be a dreadful shame indeed. Besides, it is nice to be appreciated.
[His words are calm and teasing, though his eyes flicker over each new movement. Some part of him can't help but study this, watching the way the rope drapes and loops across his skin, the shape of the harness slowly starting to form. Elias' motions are smooth and confident with each draw of the cord, and it's both reassuring and intriguing how easily he works to ensnare him.]
I should hope that you never doubt you are appreciated, Albus.
[He replies with an equal lightness, grey eyes crinkling at the corners in subtle amusement as he continues the long chain of overhand knots, the last resting against his stomach a hand's breadth below the navel. He takes an additional moment deliberating the placement of the next, though once it's tied he parts the parallel ropes, leading them to the left and right of his exposed member. He does it without more attention than an inevitable graze, one testicle rolling over his bare wrist as he passes the rope front to back, humming a low note of satisfaction as the swell of the most recent knot presses into the firm spot where his cock roots into the dense web of muscle between his legs.]
[With a slight smile, he says:] Never. My Dominant is very good at reminding me.
[There's still a slight tone of jest to the words, but it is quickly losing ground as Elias continues to run lines of rope across him. The anticipation building in him spikes as Elias tugs the cords towards his cock. A whimper escapes him at the offhand way Elias touches him, brushing across him casually without notice, continuing his web of tangled lines with a workman-like approach.
The last knot sits hard and heavy where it nestles between his legs. Even standing still, it presses into the skin at the base of his cock, a noticeable weight bearing into his body. It sits like with an edge of promise to it, and its distracting enough that there is a beat before he answers Elias.]
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Date: 2021-05-15 03:41 am (UTC)It's a brief moment of touch before he's restrained. His palms run over Elias' waist and up his back, tracing the lines of him before he loses the chance.]
I'm not refusing. Not in the slightest.
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Date: 2021-05-24 05:29 am (UTC)[He remains where he is, humming softly and lingering on the next kiss, teeth skimming his skin before he draws back, relinquishing Albus' collar at last.]
Do what you need to make yourself comfortable, then come back here. I'll gather my things together.
[It isn't much for him to gather up - simply a coil of rope in a handsome natural golden-tan hue, resting in a black cloth satchel of assorted accessories that he retrieves from his workspace in his own bedroom.]
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Date: 2021-05-25 05:11 am (UTC)Albus does what Elias asks of him, going to his room briefly to get ready. He's never been restrained before, so all he can think to do is remove his clothes, tidily undressing himself and neatly laying his clothing on his mattress. It's a sharp contrast to the other times he's gotten undressed for Elias -- but then, it's all a very new experience, isn't it.
A moment later, he strolls back into the living room, looking for Elias, feeling the building thrum of anticipation growing more stark.]
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Date: 2021-05-25 12:27 pm (UTC)Go on, stand where you like. Have you any questions or concerns before we start?
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Date: 2021-05-25 06:29 pm (UTC)Have you ever done this before?
[It's asked out of curiosity, not concern. He trusts Elias not to be clumsy with this, even if he is a new hand at it. Still, he does wonder if this is a taste he's developed before, or a new idea for him.]
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Date: 2021-05-29 03:41 am (UTC)[As if he were arranging a sculpture, Elias turns him to where the waning light through the spacious windows illuminates him best, taps his ankles gently until his feet are slightly apart and parallel. Albus needs little correcting, but he passes light hands over him even where he's already perfect, confirmation that he is exactly where Elias means him to be. Back straight, neck relaxed,shoulders even and hands at his sides. He comes around to his face last, smiling slightly in approval, thumb skimming over his cheekbone.]
Now. I do need you to remain still while I do this. Talk all you like, but your feet- [And he taps the top of one in illustration without breaking contact, toes light against the arch.] -remain here. Understood?
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Date: 2021-05-30 05:16 am (UTC)[He says the words in jest, but there's a breathlessness to them all the same. Albus feels as if he is entirely on alert, each subtle nudge from Elias stoking it higher. Elias' gestures feel so clinical and precise, so different from what he is used to, and there is a piece of him that wishes to simply reach out and touch -- but he stays still as he's asked to, hands at his sides, taking pleasure in Elias' approval as he keeps himself motionless.]
I understand.
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Date: 2021-06-04 11:19 am (UTC)[He favors him with a little smile, then sets to work, looping the rope over his neck and setting a knot between his shoulderblades before coming around to the front. His arms work in long, artful sweeps, drawing the entire length of the rope through with every knot of the doubled rope hanging down his chest to curl loosely at their feet.]
A full harness to start, I think. It would be a shame to have you undressed and not use the entirety of the canvas I've been given, mm?
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Date: 2021-06-09 03:57 am (UTC)[His words are calm and teasing, though his eyes flicker over each new movement. Some part of him can't help but study this, watching the way the rope drapes and loops across his skin, the shape of the harness slowly starting to form. Elias' motions are smooth and confident with each draw of the cord, and it's both reassuring and intriguing how easily he works to ensnare him.]
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Date: 2021-06-25 05:21 am (UTC)[He replies with an equal lightness, grey eyes crinkling at the corners in subtle amusement as he continues the long chain of overhand knots, the last resting against his stomach a hand's breadth below the navel. He takes an additional moment deliberating the placement of the next, though once it's tied he parts the parallel ropes, leading them to the left and right of his exposed member. He does it without more attention than an inevitable graze, one testicle rolling over his bare wrist as he passes the rope front to back, humming a low note of satisfaction as the swell of the most recent knot presses into the firm spot where his cock roots into the dense web of muscle between his legs.]
How's that.
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Date: 2021-06-29 05:01 am (UTC)[There's still a slight tone of jest to the words, but it is quickly losing ground as Elias continues to run lines of rope across him. The anticipation building in him spikes as Elias tugs the cords towards his cock. A whimper escapes him at the offhand way Elias touches him, brushing across him casually without notice, continuing his web of tangled lines with a workman-like approach.
The last knot sits hard and heavy where it nestles between his legs. Even standing still, it presses into the skin at the base of his cock, a noticeable weight bearing into his body. It sits like with an edge of promise to it, and its distracting enough that there is a beat before he answers Elias.]
It's exquisite.