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"It's alright, there's no harm done." Hawke breathes a little easier for the collar being off. It's one thing to have it on for the purpose of a scene, it's another to just wear it when he's trying to have a conversation.

Hawke reaches up to hook his fingers around one of Chris' as he moves back away with it, a small but genuine smile mingling with the worry that's yet to be dispelled. He's heartened that Chris isn't calling it off completely or angry with him for using his safe word, but whatever this is he feels Chris should get off his chest if they're to continue. Even if they weren't, he'd still want to know and try to help. "Talk to me. I'm a friend first and anything else second, remember."

It's not that he's forgotten, not at all. Hawke would always be his friend first. He just....hadn't considered that that mattered right now, not when he's meant to be domming.

He doesn't pull from Hawke's touch, but he pauses a moment to process that feeling, switch gears, and find an answer that wasn't a lie but also maybe wasn't the whole truth. He's not sure he's ready to go into some of it.

"It's just...lingering. From the pit. I..." Context. He sighs and sets the collar aside before settling down on his knees in front of his friend. "I think you were taken away afore it happened, but Jon and I got into a bit of a...tiff. I acted 'aggressive' towards him and our punishment was for him to tie me. It's been....lingering."

The pit is mentioned and Hawke goes still as he tends to whenever that comes up. It was a horrible time for everyone there, but he knew it had to have hit Chris at least as hard as it had himself. He'd seen Chris trying to keep his people together. So many of them had been there, and he'd helped his friend where he could, but there had been so many and they'd been so weak...

Hawke remembers to breathe before his lungs start burning, taking a slow and deep breath, casting his gaze down and placing one hand very lightly over Chris' on his knee. It's barely touching, more of a hover in how he knows Chris sometimes doesn't want to be touched, but he has to give something. "I'm sorry that happened. I know you hate being bound. That must have been dreadful."

He looks up again to meet Chris' gaze. "We don't have to do this if it's too much. I can find relief in other ways if I need to, don't push yourself if you're not ready."

It would be disappointing, but that's hardly of consequence if the alternative is Chris' discomfort or worse. "If you want to try and work through it, though, I'm here for you as well. We can do that in whatever way you think would help, all on your comfort, but I do want you to know that I would rather we never do this again than you putting yourself at all in distress on my account."

He takes a breath for the sympathy and the offer of both leaving it aside and pressing through. He knows what his answer is to that already, at least. He turns his hand to take Hawke's and gives it a squeeze.

"I appreciate that well, I do. I'm sorry I brought distress to the table at all, it wasn't my intention. I've tied Martin since, but we were under the effects of Tumenalia, my mind was not wholly my own then, but I can assure you with full conviction I want to do this. Binding others is something I'm good at, something I enjoy doing and providing. I won't let them take it from me simply because there are ghosts lingering with it."

He offers a small but genuine smile. "If you still feel safe with me for this, I would like to try again and push through it. If you don't because I'm not wholly at my best, then we'll raincheck and I'll find another way to take you from your head that doesn't include ropes. What's your thought?"

"Alright," Hawke offers an equally genuine smile in return, taking Chris' fingers in his own for the comfort of it. He kisses one gently and then lets go, not sure if even that touch was wanted but, guiltily, he took it regardless.

"I think you would have to try much harder for me not to feel safe with you, Chris. That's not shaken at all, only my ability to focus, but if you sincerely want to push through that, and you feel safe with me in return to do it, I'd like to try on both our accounts." He runs a hand through his beard, letting out a soft exhale. "Knowing this is part of what we're intending helps my worry for you, and I don't know if this is alright to think or not, but knowing I'm helping you by giving you this is a comfort of its own."

Maybe that's strange, but it's true and he hopes Chris doesn't balk at him for saying so. He ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck, then looks up at him again with a twinkling eye. "I'm game to continue if you are, messere."

Chris watches him a moment, searching for...something, though even he's not entirely sure what. Eventually, he only nods and offers a gentle smile to the way Hawke looks back up at him. "I think you'll find I'm game as well. Here." He retrieves the collar once more and holds it open for Hawke to lean forward a bit. Assuming he does, Chris straps it back to his neck and runs both hands back through Hawke's hair from root out to tip.

"When you're ready, take my hand so I might help you stand, Wolfe. Then you'll stretch out your knees and legs; you've been holding that position a longer moment than I intended and I don't want you cramping later."

Even starting out more gentle, like a kindly lead instead of commanding one, it feels...easier to slip back into. Less like something doesn't fit right.

When Chris buckles the collar, Hawke's eyes drop closed for a moment. He lets himself feel the pressure of it, not any extra as he'd asked for the first time, just fitted snugly but comfortably in a way that bobs when he swallows. It's the hands in his hair that really take the tension out, though. That and the soft voice Chris adopts, not like he's giving orders but more guiding him towards where they both want him. Sometimes, he thinks, this might be too gentle but right now it feels right and what he wants. What they both want.

Trust. Care. An acknowledgement that they both have things to work through but they can do it safely with each other.

He takes the time he needs to sort his thoughts and set them aside, then reaches for Chris' hand to stand up. His knees creak as he does, one popping so loudly in the quiet room that he can't help but laugh at it. "Ooh, I think it actually feels better after that." He jokes lightly, squeezing Chris' fingers just a little.

That pop earns a raised brow and a small wince from the cleric, but he keeps his hold until that gentle squeeze he returns.

"Good, then extra stretching will really do you wonders." He reaches up for Hawke's collar and tugs on the ring to bring him in close, though the kiss he gives his friend is light and on his cheek. "Stretches, Adalwolfe. Two minutes, I'm going to set something up with the bed while you do. Your focus is to release tension and soreness in your legs and knees and then work on your hips...I'll have need of them. If you've still time, your shoulders should be next."

Directive given, Chris releases the mage and turns from him with the full confidence of someone who expects a confirmation, not question. For his part, he needs his ropes and a couple clasps to tie to the bed-posts at the head of the bed. He sets the restraints and tests the ties of the ropes lying empty and waiting on the bed. The other coil, longer, finds a careful place at one side of the bed along with a broad belt-like strip of leather with two-d-rings set off from center. The last few tools to be set are toys, lubrication and a simple vibrator, and a thinner dildo.

All throughout, he keeps his awareness open to what Hawke's doing and any hesitation or pausing is met with a stern, imperious, look until the two minutes are up.

Stretches. He almost laughs again, the very idea hardly seeming to fit. He's never had to stretch before sex before and it seems to sort of take the wind out of it, but there's wisdom in it even if he's indignant. What's more embarrassing, limbering up before or getting a cramp in the middle and having to safe-word out?

He lets out an incredulous breath, especially at the glance he gets from Chris for his hesitation, but does as he's told. Running through his beginning stretches from his gym regimine in the mornings isn't terrible. In fact it's fairly meditative. Repeated sets of tens, touching his toes, bending his knees. He's not exactly in the right clothes for it though so he tossed his shirt at least off to the side. The pants he feels should stay until Chris bids him fully undress. It's part of the rhythm of it for him, part of surrendering his choice to his trust for Chris.

Everything looks well and set and he tests the ropes on the headboard for their length and nods to himself when they come past the middle of the bed. All's well. He turns back to watch Hawke's progress and takes an unsubtle glance at the man's ass as he's touching his toes and bending his knees. "Maybe I should have you do this every time we do a proper scene. But I'll put you in those tight workout pants first." It would be important.

For now, he holds up a hand when Hawke next raises up. "Quite enough, Wolfe, thank you." Once his friend is standing again, Chris moves up to him, deft fingers making quick and unceremonious work of the fastenings to the mage's pants, though Chris maintains his gaze the whole time.

"We're gonna get you undressed and then you're gonna put your hands up on the bedpost and spread your legs. Still standing." He ends the direction with a mischievous smirk and leans in. "I think you're gonna like the plans...but I know you also like a bit of a surprise sometimes, so I'll not be telegraphing each step for you."

He feels nice and limber when Chris calls a stop to his calisthenics, though he'd not finished the entire rundown, or even broken much more than a light sweat. He watches Chris with an interested gaze as he opens his jeans, smiling a little as he lays out what if the process he cares to reveal and detects none of the previous distraction that had given him cause to pause. It makes him want to dart in and steal a kiss, encouragement and gratitude both tied up in it, but he refrains this time. He'll be a model submissive, he decides. Less effort for Chris if he's not earning reprimands.

He does help to divest himself of his remaining clothes though, already stiffening again as Chris expresses his intent to keep Hawke in the dark over some of it. He leans in and Hawke nearly fails his own resolution to not steal that kiss, but he manages to hold himself back. Barely.

"I trust you," he says, tossing his jeans and smalls where he'd thrown his shirt in the corner. He can't help but brush Chris' arm with his fingers as he moves past, though. He'll let himself have that, at least.

He positions himself at the bedpost as instructed, not sure if Chris meant both hands at the one or if he's to be spread between both. He might have been anxious about his uncertainty before but there's something in having used his safe word and having it not completely ruin everything they're trying to do that gives him more confidence to be wrong, to make mistakes. Chris will tell him what he needs him to do and it's likely sinful how much comfort he takes in that.

He holds both hands up to one of the posts, facing it as he sticks his ass out with his legs spread. It's near comical and it's clearly meant to be with the smirk that matches the one Chris had given him in his directions. "Like this?"

Chris watches him, amusement bubbling up in him and likely showing in his eyes even as he keeps the rest of himself composed.

Were it an honest mistake, he might have simply corrected and moved on, instead there's that playfulness which means it's somewhat intentional, at least. For that, Hawke earns a light swat from the back of Chris' fingers on his ass as the cleric circles around him.

"Straighten up, a hand on each post, if you please. A brat doesn't get rewards, handsome. Not tonight." Maybe another night, but tonight he's feeling that edge that makes him want to tame, even if this is tame as far as being a brat was concerned. "Legs shoulder width, if you can't keep your own weight during this, you'll get nothing more the rest of the night and you'll simply have to accept being tied up while I pleasure myself in front of you instead."

Now that was a thought...

That swat elicits a short barking laugh, the grin that comes with it not fading as he follows Chris' prim direction, straightening his posture and putting a hand to each post. The bed is large and at the limits of how far he can reach comfortably but he manages, curious about what exactly Chris is expecting him to weather that would make standing upright a trial. He knows better than to ask.

The image of Chris' threat dancing in his mind's eye puts a quick hitch in Hawke's breath, imagining himself tied to the posts as he is, stuck facing in on a bed while Chris lays amongst the plush covers, fingers buried in himself and head thrown back in cries of ecstasy in a show for Hawke that he'd not be allowed to interact with, just torturously watch. That might make him beg, he thinks, if he were of a mind. He'd try bargaining first, appeal to Chris' lust and the things he knows the cleric loves to take of him, but Chris has a will stronger than steel and unless Hawke truly pleads with him, he's certain his lover would simply let him writhe for as long as he liked, making a mess of himself and then smirking in that self-satisfied little way he does when he gets exactly the reaction he knew he would.

Hawke would beg. He'd offer anything just for a touch, if Chris teased him that way, and they both know it.

At full hardness now for the his fantasy running away with him, Hawke takes a steadying breath and tries to just focus on the present. Stand here. Feet shoulder's width apart. Do as he's told. "Yes, messere."

That earns a sweetly pressed kiss to Hawke's shoulder as Chris pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "Good. A reward, then."

He trails kisses down Wolfe's shoulders and back next, though he pauses at the mage's lower back to suck a mark right above the curve of his ass. Chris takes a knee for the angle and the other follows for comfort as his fingers slip between those pronounced cheeks and casts a cool wash of magic. "Keep your knees for me, love, I know you can."

A hanbd planted on either cheek, Chris spreads Hawke's ass for himself and leans in to run his tongue up along the crease of him. There's little other preamble before he begins to swirl and press his tongue along Wolfe's entrance. It's a tighter press than for his fingers, but Chris steadily works his tongue inside his lover with a small yet pleased sound.

It's silly, but pride blooms in him for the praise. It's not as if Chris is careful with his approval, but Hawke's caught on long ago that he doesn't give it for no reason. If Chris is satisfied, then Hawke is happy and that's as simple as it needs to be for a scene. With the collar on, his only worry is whether Chris is pleased with him and there is such comfort and catharsis in being able to put everything else away temporarily.

He can't see with his back turned, but the kisses marking a haphazard line down his shoulders and back give away Chris kneeling and he lets out an appreciative pant for the mark he feels Chris leave on him. He wants a dozen more like it, to walk out of here covered in love bites and bruises to wear proudly. That train of thought spirals away for the slip of magic against him, causing a shudder and for him to have to momentarily lock his knees lest he go weak in them for his cautious excitement.

Is he really going to...?

A pleasured moan escapes Hawke almost before Chris has pressed his tongue against the tight ring of flesh. This sort of treatment is rare, almost like a special occasion, and that Chris would reward him with it goes straight to his cock. Just the feeling of himself being spread is enough to get him going, but the wetness and the invasion and how he can feel Chris's nose occasionally bump the inside curve of his ass makes him giddy.

"C-Chris..." He says his name just to say it, to affirm that he still has his wits for now, but he gulps air and pants, holding the bed posts with a white-knuckled grip.

Hawke's enjoyment is half of what he's after, he other half being a more practical angle. He needed his lover loosened and prepared for what Chris had in mind. It's for both of these things that Chris takes his time and care with the other man, his tongue diligent and fingers firm in how they pressed and touched.

Occasionally, he would sit back to press one and then two fingers into Wolfe's body to encourage him to loosen up more, but always he'd follow again with his tongue and a sound of enjoyment for Hawke's enjoyment.

Eventually, he pulls back more and swipes at his mouth with the back of a hand before rising to his feet again and presses a kiss to Wolfe's shoulder. "There we are. On the bed, darling, close to the headboard for your head, if you please. You've been so good so far, I think it's time I gave you what you really need." His lips linger next to Wolfe's ear and his fingers brush over the small of his back.

"No more worries. No more thoughts but of me. Your attention is mine. Your pleasure is mine and your peace is mine to grant. I'll take care of you, Wolfe." The last word, he presses on Wolfe's back to encourage him on and takes a step back with only the intention of granting him space to follow Chris' order.

"You'll take care of me." Hawke repeats Chris' words thickly, shivering at what he's already received. That alone would be enough even if he wasn't aching to finish, his cock hanging low and heavy between his legs, a little slick with precome, but Chris always goes beyond, always makes sure he's physically satisfied. And emotionally, too, which is the point of this but not what he should worry about right now. He trusts Chris to give what he needs.

He trusts Chris to know him.

Gingerly removing his hands from the bedposts, Hawke steps back to move around the bed and climb onto it, settling up near the plush pillows at the headboard with a long exhale that he can feel in his throat as it leaves him thanks to the collar. It puts him in focus and while his skin still seems to buzz in expectation and want, he's easily surrendered to Chris' guidance and grey eyes meet green with a warmth he may have hidden were he not in this headspace.

Hawke holds Chris' gaze for a moment, wishing for a moment that he'd at least brushed a hand against his when he'd gone to follow directions but it's alright. Chris knows him and will put hands on him soon enough. He can be patient.

He waits for Hawke to lay out on the bed and then moves to hover over him as he strips what remains of his own clothes off.

"Good. Now, lift up a bit for me here, I'm gonna slip this under you." Once he's bare as his friend, he reaches over for the belt-looking thing and slides it under Wolfe to strap over his abdomen. To the D-rings on it's center, he clips leather cuffs, their interiors unlined. He reaches for one of Hawke's hands to pull his wrist over to the cuff and squeezes his fingers before letting go. "Here we are...I'm looking forward to the marks these'll leave on your skin, darling. Now the other."

He repeats the process with Wolfe's other hand and reaches up to sweep some of Hawke's hair from his face and pet down his cheek. "You are just too perfect bound up for me. Now your legs."

Hawke's legs take a bit more time, the ropes turning and twisting and folding around the mage's pale thighs and ending at just below his knee before Chris ties the slack up by the headboard, pulling one and then the other leg open and wide for him. "There now...all spread and inviting for me. Do you want me between your legs, my Wolfe?"

The leather is supple but thick. It won't hurt much but it will leave light scours in his skin that will take some hours to fade and he can't help the excitement that puts in him for it. Marks of any kind, especially left by Chris, he's often thought of just having tattooed over. Permanent reminders of times together, intimate and freeing. Not that he will.

His hands trapped just under his chest, Hawke can feel himself hold his breath not just inward but the outward rise of his body as well as Chris raises both of Hawke's legs, suspended from the knees to be spread wide and open on display for his friend's full view. It would be embarrassing if this were any other time.

"Yes," he answers breathlessly, anticipation making his words short. He shifts his knees just a little, more to see if he can than anything, and is tantalized to feel the ropes having very little give. He couldn't close his legs if he wanted to. That too makes him burn hot and he licks his lip in nervous anticipation. "More than anything."

Edited 2023-05-06 05:58 (UTC)

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