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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]

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?"