[ There's no warning before the world goes black around Eiden, as if the shadows yawn open and swallow him whole, there one moment and gone the next. And then he's standing in Kuya's neatly-cluttered little home at the edge of the Dead Zone. ]
I really do spoil you too much.
[ Kuya is sprawled across his lounge chair, crop in hand, which he uses to motion toward his bed. There are leather manacles secured to the wall above the headboard. ]
Get yourself bound in. Your punishment for running so late.
[ it never gets less terrifying, truly, but stumbling short-breathed and essence roiling into another setting entirely is probably exactly how kuya wants him. it takes him a second to gather his bearings, all of which is spent with his eyes on kuya, wandering until his gaze reaches the wicked tip of that crop. ]
Yes sir.
[ he can shed his clothes along the way to those restraints. it is difficult not to feel spoiled when he runs his fingers over the fine leather of them, working open the clasps to fit around his wrist. of course there's no real issue with the conjured kind; this just feels warmer, more material, less like he's in ten thousand leagues over his head. ]
[ Kuya's brow is so fine like this, one side rising in slow amusement, gaze dripping down every line Eiden bares on his way to the bed. Eager of him. Better. Preferable to the lip Kuya got from him earlier, in any case (and not to say that he won't still pay for that either). ]
Face down, young master. [ Kuya's tone is smooth and even as the way he rises from his chair, all effortless grace and cool apathy. ] And ass in the air like a good little bitch.
[ The crop lands with a sharp snap on the sheets beside Eiden's knee, in case he had any ideas about disobeying this early in the game. ]
And I suggest you refrain from testing my patience any further tonight.
[ So stated while the tongue of the crop licks its way along the outside of Eiden's thigh. ]
[ does it really matter that the bed took that blow and not eiden? he still feels it like a stroke of lightning beneath his skin, compelling him to very nearly jump right out of it. maybe a little more gravity is lended to the cut of that crop because eiden doesn't exactly trust it to stop for a safe word, which ought to make this a bad idea.
eiden's not wondering too hard if it is. he employs his teeth to tighten the last strap on his restraints and steadies himself, his back dipped low to the mattress, grounded but for his hips swaying higher and higher into the air. ]
You take to one of those words way more than the other.
[ technically, kuya said nothing about being cheeky. not that eiden really has any room to test out the rules when he really ought to be on his best behavior. he's fine everywhere else; his thighs part obediently for the path of that crop and he could not twist himself into a prettier shape if he broke all the bones in his body, but his mouth braves on regardless. ]
[ eiden cuts a pretty silhouette in the flickering lanternlight, kuya can't deny that. he tightens the leather with his teeth, he throws out some offhand sass, and -- pathetically weak though he may be -- kuya can only find it endearing. that's possibly the most infuriating part of all this. imposters should never be this pliant or likeable. ]
How is your night vision?
[ not that he waits for eiden to have a say in the matter. kuya snaps his fingers, and they're suddenly plunged into darkness. or perhaps it's only eiden, vision snuffed out like a canopied path through a starless night. it's always so difficult to tell what is magic and what is illusion, and kuya is remarkably tight-lipped about the details. but, given the precise path of kuya's cool fingertips from eiden's tailbone and slow up his spine, the fox is not similarly affected. ]
I thought we might work on that mouth of yours tonight. If you're a good little worm for me, perhaps you'll earn your eyes back. Understood?
[ Understood? comes coupled with a warning tap of the crop against Eiden's tailbone. ]
[ and this is what he gets for not wondering: darkness everywhere he looks, panic tingling at the base of his spine. it turns him rigid beneath kuya's fingers, his next breath sharp and gasping — but he pulls it together. of course he does. like this, after everything, is going to be the thing he lets break him. ]
Yes, sir.
[ he's not alone in the dark anyway; kuya's touch is there to guide him in the gloom and eiden uses it to plot the world he cannot see. the stroke of his fingers and the brush of that crop are his foci as he rebalances himself, smoothing out every hitch there is to see in his posture, resuming that open, sensuous sprawl across the futon.
and then 'worm' is a particularly apt word for him, because he's a riot of motion beneath kuya's hand, wriggling his way backwards until his wrists are aching in those cuffs. he can mind his mouth, sure, but that just makes the rest of him even greedier — and besides, right now, there's nothing he wants more than to be as close to kuya as possible. ]
[ he'll break eiden someday. he swears he will. the man is surprisingly resilient, but kuya will find his weak points eventually. against all odds, eiden even seems to trust kuya to take this depraved hand with him, and whether that will prove to be a grave error in judgment simply remains to be seen.
or not, as it were. eiden's momentary panic isn't lost on kuya. his hand drifts to eiden's hair, a soothing stroke to help him ground himself in the lost sense. the tenderness of it catches kuya momentarily off-guard. surely he hadn't meant to be so precious with eiden. he certainly hasn't been before, but he can't account for it either.
kuya's still struggling to find his footing with all this. once upon a time, he'd known every subtle nuance of huey's essence; his scent, his taste, the electric currents that flowed between their skin. he'd known the sorcerer like breath and life, and followed him all the same. and kuya was different then. less hardened, less beastly. with huey, perhaps he truly had been soft. but eiden -- vile imposter, scent and taste and electric all just the same as his predecessor -- tempts the occasional and long-buried piece of gentleness back to the fore.
kuya needs a moment to parse through it. a moment where his cool fingers play along the back of eiden's neck, then stroke firm along the nape and slow across his shoulder. ]
Relax, young master. Have I ever harmed you beyond your ability to reckon with it?
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So you say. And yet, my delivery is late.
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I really do spoil you too much.
[ Kuya is sprawled across his lounge chair, crop in hand, which he uses to motion toward his bed. There are leather manacles secured to the wall above the headboard. ]
Get yourself bound in. Your punishment for running so late.
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Yes sir.
[ he can shed his clothes along the way to those restraints. it is difficult not to feel spoiled when he runs his fingers over the fine leather of them, working open the clasps to fit around his wrist. of course there's no real issue with the conjured kind; this just feels warmer, more material, less like he's in ten thousand leagues over his head. ]
How do you want me?
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Face down, young master. [ Kuya's tone is smooth and even as the way he rises from his chair, all effortless grace and cool apathy. ] And ass in the air like a good little bitch.
[ The crop lands with a sharp snap on the sheets beside Eiden's knee, in case he had any ideas about disobeying this early in the game. ]
And I suggest you refrain from testing my patience any further tonight.
[ So stated while the tongue of the crop licks its way along the outside of Eiden's thigh. ]
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eiden's not wondering too hard if it is. he employs his teeth to tighten the last strap on his restraints and steadies himself, his back dipped low to the mattress, grounded but for his hips swaying higher and higher into the air. ]
You take to one of those words way more than the other.
[ technically, kuya said nothing about being cheeky. not that eiden really has any room to test out the rules when he really ought to be on his best behavior. he's fine everywhere else; his thighs part obediently for the path of that crop and he could not twist himself into a prettier shape if he broke all the bones in his body, but his mouth braves on regardless. ]
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[ eiden cuts a pretty silhouette in the flickering lanternlight, kuya can't deny that. he tightens the leather with his teeth, he throws out some offhand sass, and -- pathetically weak though he may be -- kuya can only find it endearing. that's possibly the most infuriating part of all this. imposters should never be this pliant or likeable. ]
How is your night vision?
[ not that he waits for eiden to have a say in the matter. kuya snaps his fingers, and they're suddenly plunged into darkness. or perhaps it's only eiden, vision snuffed out like a canopied path through a starless night. it's always so difficult to tell what is magic and what is illusion, and kuya is remarkably tight-lipped about the details. but, given the precise path of kuya's cool fingertips from eiden's tailbone and slow up his spine, the fox is not similarly affected. ]
I thought we might work on that mouth of yours tonight. If you're a good little worm for me, perhaps you'll earn your eyes back. Understood?
[ Understood? comes coupled with a warning tap of the crop against Eiden's tailbone. ]
Say "yes, Sir."
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Yes, sir.
[ he's not alone in the dark anyway; kuya's touch is there to guide him in the gloom and eiden uses it to plot the world he cannot see. the stroke of his fingers and the brush of that crop are his foci as he rebalances himself, smoothing out every hitch there is to see in his posture, resuming that open, sensuous sprawl across the futon.
and then 'worm' is a particularly apt word for him, because he's a riot of motion beneath kuya's hand, wriggling his way backwards until his wrists are aching in those cuffs. he can mind his mouth, sure, but that just makes the rest of him even greedier — and besides, right now, there's nothing he wants more than to be as close to kuya as possible. ]
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or not, as it were. eiden's momentary panic isn't lost on kuya. his hand drifts to eiden's hair, a soothing stroke to help him ground himself in the lost sense. the tenderness of it catches kuya momentarily off-guard. surely he hadn't meant to be so precious with eiden. he certainly hasn't been before, but he can't account for it either.
kuya's still struggling to find his footing with all this. once upon a time, he'd known every subtle nuance of huey's essence; his scent, his taste, the electric currents that flowed between their skin. he'd known the sorcerer like breath and life, and followed him all the same. and kuya was different then. less hardened, less beastly. with huey, perhaps he truly had been soft. but eiden -- vile imposter, scent and taste and electric all just the same as his predecessor -- tempts the occasional and long-buried piece of gentleness back to the fore.
kuya needs a moment to parse through it. a moment where his cool fingers play along the back of eiden's neck, then stroke firm along the nape and slow across his shoulder. ]
Relax, young master. Have I ever harmed you beyond your ability to reckon with it?