Dorian starts to give Annie a foot massage. He's decent enough at it, but it's obvious that he doesn't do this sort of thing on a regular basis.
"There's a massive difference between 'the craziest thing sexually' and 'the craziest thing I've asked someone to do when we were grappling with cults or golems or other supernatural nonsense.' As for sexually...I had a roleplay session with someone that lasted literally all night once. We agreed on it beforehand, met at a bar, and then continued the charade for the next six hours or so, even through the sex."
An interesting proposal, admittedly. Sweeney would never have the patience for that shit, but Annie might. He acknowledges that he'd have to arrive later in the evening, if that was ever going to be a shared event.
He swirls his glass, but doesn't watch the surface of the liquid as he might normally. The image of the pair of them is far too lovely.
"I feel like all the sex I had before this place was an act," she muses. "But I get the feeling if I said 'let's be daring' and we went all honest and true to ourselves, you'd put a hard stop to it."
She isn't sure she'd know how to be her honest self with him, regardless. Honesty is not something that tends to go well with sex, unless you're willing to let yourself be primal.
She sets one delicate foot on his shoulder, then slides it forward so her heel is against his back, coaxing him closer. "Did you ever read the Kama Sutra? You seem like a reader."
"Of course I did," Dorian scoffs, like it's a stupid question. "You know, you can buy the Kama Sutra on Amazon these days."
Granted, and he's keeping this part to himself, Dorian was terribly hipster, finding a copy of the book to read before the advent of Jeff Bezos and mass-market shipping. But Annie doesn't need to know that.
He scoots forward, still massaging her feet as he does so. "Have anything particular in mind?"
The ‘before this place’ bit causes a flex in his jaw, and he cocks it to the side to ease the tension. He does his best not to take it personally, though it does make him think of grass and watches and so much fucking waiting.
This isn’t about him, he reminds himself. Besides, he knows that if she’s looking to be honest, she will be when she’s with him.
Sweeney takes a slow breath, refocusing on them, on the swell of her calf wrapped over Dorian. If they’re going to work through the Kama Sutra, he’s plenty confident she’s limber enough to do so.
Another drag, another swig. He’s already feeling better.
"I haven't read it," she grins sheepishly. "The last thing I read was that book you gave me. I never could get myself to ask Jon to find a sex book for me."
As honest as she's planning to be, there are certain nights with a certain leprechaun she holds private and separate from all those night where she put on an act. As honest as she's planning to be, there is still a bit of a mask here, too.
"If we ever get back to the Barge, I will absolutely ask Jon to find a sex book for you."
He says that, knowing full well they'll likely never get back to the Barge. But Dorian's eyes sparkle at the mention of a toy. He turns his attention towards Sweeney, very obviously interested in whatever the man's got to show.
The request brings a lift of muted surprise to his brow. Or we can cut to the chase. Works for him.
The name will always have an effect on him. One of his first, now one of his last. There will never be a time it won’t draw his shoulders back a little more and his chin a bit higher. It carries with it a regal air and an enhanced capacity for violence.
With a small smile and tip of his head to her, Sweeney sets his glass on the table and presses his cigarette between his lips. Pushing himself up, he pauses briefly with his hands raised at waist-level. Closed eyes and a moment of thought manifest a box of polished wood.
He crosses to them, and once he's at their sides, he opens it to Dorian in presentation. It's velvet lined and cradles a rose quartz phallus.
His gaze lingers on the man, though there no firm affect attached. He doesn't think Dorian will be surprised or intimidated or particularly excited. But it's plenty if it makes Annie smile.
Oh that is pretty. Dorian's eyes light up as he looks over at the phallus. He's already thinking of such wonderful ways that could be used.
"Surprise me," he says, without hesitation. "If I give you an idea that you don't like, you'll be rubbish at it. I want to see what you decide to do when you've got something like that in your hands."
Huh. Maybe it ain’t bad to have some lamb on the menu from time to time.
Sweeney’s eyes dart to her, and he takes a drag. He pinches the cigarette and holds it just far enough from his lips that the accompanying raise of his brow implies an offer, should she want to take one off of it for herself. His voice is soft.
“Ya want the rest of it now, or ya wanna play some first?” His gaze dips to the rope in fresh question. There’s no rush if she wants to take her time, but there are a lot of options, and he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s pushing in any particular direction. He’s confident he’ll get what he wants, in the end.
She hums, then puts her free foot on Dorian's chest and pushes--firmly but gently--to urge him onto his back on the floor. "You want to earn your way onto the bed?"
Sweeney closes the lid and takes a step back to allow them to figure out how the next bit is going to go. He tucks the box under his arm for safekeeping and keeps mindful of where he might be called on. He'll go back and sit, but he wants to make sure he isn't needed first.
If he is, he's quite ready to offer a helping hand, as desired.
Sweeney's brow arches in muted surprise. It's not that he didn't think Dorian would allow it, or perhaps even want it. It's just a sudden jump from 'say please to get back on the bed' to 'please fuck my ass'. Maybe he just keeps these sorts of transactions too basic. Not that he thinks there's anything wrong with that.
His attention hones on Annie, curious as to if she's going to indulge him now, later, or not at all.
"I've never done this before," she tells him, not so much a warning or a nervous dismissal of her experience as it is a way of letting him in on the adventure. "Kneel. Hands on the bed."
Alright. He can work with this. And as in their other times together, he’s going to make the effort to support her.
Sweeney sets the box down on the foot of the bed and returns to the table. He picks up the oil bottle and heads back to his previous post. Whether she uses it or not, he’s doing his best to anticipate what she might want before she asks for it.
"And don't you forget it," she teases, moving around behind him, running her hand across his shoulders and down his back. She pushes him with her foot to get him up onto his knees a little taller. Her inspection can't continue this way, though, so she steps back. "Strip."
Dorian moves to his knees. Grinning, he gives Annie a little nod. Dorian starts to take off his top first, very obviously giving Annie a little show. When he gets to his trousers, he slows down even more, going into a blatant striptease. This becomes obvious when it's revealed that Dorian just doesn't believe in underwear: as he slides his trousers down, his cock is very visible.
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"There's a massive difference between 'the craziest thing sexually' and 'the craziest thing I've asked someone to do when we were grappling with cults or golems or other supernatural nonsense.' As for sexually...I had a roleplay session with someone that lasted literally all night once. We agreed on it beforehand, met at a bar, and then continued the charade for the next six hours or so, even through the sex."
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He swirls his glass, but doesn't watch the surface of the liquid as he might normally. The image of the pair of them is far too lovely.
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She isn't sure she'd know how to be her honest self with him, regardless. Honesty is not something that tends to go well with sex, unless you're willing to let yourself be primal.
She sets one delicate foot on his shoulder, then slides it forward so her heel is against his back, coaxing him closer. "Did you ever read the Kama Sutra? You seem like a reader."
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Granted, and he's keeping this part to himself, Dorian was terribly hipster, finding a copy of the book to read before the advent of Jeff Bezos and mass-market shipping. But Annie doesn't need to know that.
He scoots forward, still massaging her feet as he does so. "Have anything particular in mind?"
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This isn’t about him, he reminds himself. Besides, he knows that if she’s looking to be honest, she will be when she’s with him.
Sweeney takes a slow breath, refocusing on them, on the swell of her calf wrapped over Dorian. If they’re going to work through the Kama Sutra, he’s plenty confident she’s limber enough to do so.
Another drag, another swig. He’s already feeling better.
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As honest as she's planning to be, there are certain nights with a certain leprechaun she holds private and separate from all those night where she put on an act. As honest as she's planning to be, there is still a bit of a mask here, too.
"We brought a toy. Conmac, will you show him?"
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He says that, knowing full well they'll likely never get back to the Barge. But Dorian's eyes sparkle at the mention of a toy. He turns his attention towards Sweeney, very obviously interested in whatever the man's got to show.
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The name will always have an effect on him. One of his first, now one of his last. There will never be a time it won’t draw his shoulders back a little more and his chin a bit higher. It carries with it a regal air and an enhanced capacity for violence.
With a small smile and tip of his head to her, Sweeney sets his glass on the table and presses his cigarette between his lips. Pushing himself up, he pauses briefly with his hands raised at waist-level. Closed eyes and a moment of thought manifest a box of polished wood.
He crosses to them, and once he's at their sides, he opens it to Dorian in presentation. It's velvet lined and cradles a rose quartz phallus.
His gaze lingers on the man, though there no firm affect attached. He doesn't think Dorian will be surprised or intimidated or particularly excited. But it's plenty if it makes Annie smile.
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And then, a coy sultriness to her tone, "What does the Kama Sutra say we can do with that? Any ideas or should I just surprise you?"
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"Surprise me," he says, without hesitation. "If I give you an idea that you don't like, you'll be rubbish at it. I want to see what you decide to do when you've got something like that in your hands."
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Sweeney’s eyes dart to her, and he takes a drag. He pinches the cigarette and holds it just far enough from his lips that the accompanying raise of his brow implies an offer, should she want to take one off of it for herself. His voice is soft.
“Ya want the rest of it now, or ya wanna play some first?” His gaze dips to the rope in fresh question. There’s no rush if she wants to take her time, but there are a lot of options, and he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s pushing in any particular direction. He’s confident he’ll get what he wants, in the end.
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"What do I need to do?" So yes, he does want to earn his way back onto the bed.
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If he is, he's quite ready to offer a helping hand, as desired.
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Sweeney's brow arches in muted surprise. It's not that he didn't think Dorian would allow it, or perhaps even want it. It's just a sudden jump from 'say please to get back on the bed' to 'please fuck my ass'. Maybe he just keeps these sorts of transactions too basic. Not that he thinks there's anything wrong with that.
His attention hones on Annie, curious as to if she's going to indulge him now, later, or not at all.
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"Does this mean I get to pop your cherry with regards to this? I'm a lucky man."
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Sweeney sets the box down on the foot of the bed and returns to the table. He picks up the oil bottle and heads back to his previous post. Whether she uses it or not, he’s doing his best to anticipate what she might want before she asks for it.
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Having seen a version of this before, his gaze is focused on Annie's face; watching her, watching him. Now that--that's what he was hoping for.
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"You're going to earn your way onto the bed where I'll fuck you," she decides. "Can you guess how you'll earn it?"
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He adjusts his position slightly so that he can roll back his shoulders, obviously preening and obviously showing off.
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