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[forthedog]

"Way to bring the pressure." He grins against overheated skin and pulls away, a little reluctant, because it would be so easy to just get lost in this much alone. But he's got a job to do. He bends to the bag and pulls out the suspension cuffs, holding them out for Neil to slip his wrists through. An eyebrow arched, practically daring him to disobey.

Not that he thinks Neil needs a lot of daring. He usually doesn't go down easy. Wouldn't be half as fun if he did.

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[likeaplanet]

Truthfully, all the shit I've done in my life didn't really prepare me for this place. Being exposed like this, eyes on me, but all they can do is watch. There's a hint of humiliation in it, but it's distant and inconsequential. What's left is something I can't entirely name, and has little to do with the crowd, and everything to do with Mike.

Stepping out of my jeans, I try to look back at him, but I only manage to catch glimpses.

[forthedog]

There might be sex in this, there is sex in this, but it will be introduced slowly if at all. Now it's about control, and the exposure is part of that, so he grips Neil's hair and jerks his head forward again.

"Don't look at me. Look at them."

His hands are moving again, still mostly gentle, up Neil's hips and sides, over his chest and belly, tracing muscle. Very even, very slow. And half his attention is focused to a sharp point, but half is wandering, looking for something - and after a few seconds he finds it.

Neil wants creative? Fine. He'll get creative.

[likeaplanet]

Huffing out a sound that's half annoyance and half laughter, I turn back to look at the people turning to look this way, some of them being more obvious about it than others. I don't focus on any one of them and they bleed into a sea of eyes, of skin, of murmured voices.

They're faceless, even though I've seen at least a few familiar ones tonight. The idea of them stumbling in on this isn't really as awkward as maybe it should be. But that's just me, I guess.

[forthedog]

He gives Neil's right nipple another sharp tweak and steps away. "Don't go anywhere."

He knows the man he's spotted a few yards away, not well but well enough, and after a quick consultation he returns with a medium-sized plastic case in his hand. He sets it down and opens it, pulling out a slender, cylindrical thing with a power cord and a socketed tip.

Both of them know what a violent wand is by now. Both of them have seen it used. And somewhere in the past, he's used one himself. But he's never actually taken the opportunity to make use of one like this.

He plugs the thing into an outlet set into a post by the frame. "So let's try something new, then."

[likeaplanet]

We've never used one before, but I recognize it, no problem. I've seen it used enough times, I've got the basic idea, but the thrill of anticipation that cuts down my spine has just enough fear in it that my heart practically stutters. But it's a good kind of fear and if my dick wasn't interested before, it is now. Mostly because of that look on his face.

Letting out a shaky breath, I say, "Alright. Show me what you got," but there's something just slightly off about my usual cockiness.

[forthedog]

"Really?" He laughs, reaches into the case again and pulls out a long, tube-shaped glass attachment, sliding it into the socket.

Turned on, it hums in his hand and glows purple fire, and he pauses, looking at it, breathing in the sharp smell of ozone. They haven't done much with burns, in everything else they've done that leaves marks, but when the spark leaps from the tip of the tube and into Neil's skin, he's wondering why he hasn't done this before.

He lets out a slow breath as he slides the wand down toward Neil's shoulderblade, one hand on his neck, fingertips tingling gently. "This okay?"