Dorian certainly seems very excited at the idea of one, going on the bed and two, getting further fucked silly on the bed. He lets Sweeney and Annie guide him, moving wherever they direct him.
Sweeney releases Dorian’s throat and grabs the binding between his hands. He lifts it sharply in presentation to her, looking pointedly from her to the headboard and back with a raised brow, silently asking ‘do you want him tied to the bars?’.
“Back or knees?” he dutifully asks in follow up.
Whatever she decides, he’s prepared to execute. His hand slipping from Dorian’s hair, he shifts his knee so he can draw up the extra length of rope and pull the man up to standing. Sweeney allows him time to get his feet fully under him before turning his focus to getting the man up on the bed with a combination of yanking his hair and nudging the back of Dorian's thighs with his knees.
As Dorian's hoisted and yanked every which way, Dorian strains against Sweeney. He's very much being a shit and being difficult for the sake of difficult, making it so that Sweeney actually has to work for it.
As such, when Annie says 'knees,' he absolutely doesn't kneel down. "I'm already about to spend," Dorian laughs. "Go ahead and push me to completion."
"Hm." The sound is short and dismissive. Sweeney's not here to get Dorian off.
He makes no effort to restrain his wolfish grin. Sweeney kicks harder at the back of his knees to get Dorian on them as he shoves him roughly into something closer to the right place. His hand slides down the rope. A quick loop, twist, and pull sees it fastened to the headboard. There’s enough slack that Dorian can rest his hands on the bed or brace against the rod; it doesn’t much matter to Sweeney.
The task completed, he slides off the bed and crosses to her, nuzzling his forehead to hers in a passing gesture.
With a flick of his wrist, he manifests a reed cane; thicker and firmer than a switch, but too thin and straight to be meant for walking. Without further warning, he cracks a strike across the back of Dorian’s thighs. While it’s not full force, he doesn’t hold back.
There’s a pause after, both to gauge Dorian’s response, and to see if Annie approves enough for him to be able to keep doing it.
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“Back or knees?” he dutifully asks in follow up.
Whatever she decides, he’s prepared to execute. His hand slipping from Dorian’s hair, he shifts his knee so he can draw up the extra length of rope and pull the man up to standing. Sweeney allows him time to get his feet fully under him before turning his focus to getting the man up on the bed with a combination of yanking his hair and nudging the back of Dorian's thighs with his knees.
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"You sure you want him to hurt you, Dorian?" It's asked with a purr, because she knows he will say yes. "Go ahead, Conmac."
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As such, when Annie says 'knees,' he absolutely doesn't kneel down. "I'm already about to spend," Dorian laughs. "Go ahead and push me to completion."
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He makes no effort to restrain his wolfish grin. Sweeney kicks harder at the back of his knees to get Dorian on them as he shoves him roughly into something closer to the right place. His hand slides down the rope. A quick loop, twist, and pull sees it fastened to the headboard. There’s enough slack that Dorian can rest his hands on the bed or brace against the rod; it doesn’t much matter to Sweeney.
The task completed, he slides off the bed and crosses to her, nuzzling his forehead to hers in a passing gesture.
With a flick of his wrist, he manifests a reed cane; thicker and firmer than a switch, but too thin and straight to be meant for walking. Without further warning, he cracks a strike across the back of Dorian’s thighs. While it’s not full force, he doesn’t hold back.
There’s a pause after, both to gauge Dorian’s response, and to see if Annie approves enough for him to be able to keep doing it.
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Hitting, for her, has always been a negative, but she's holding out, watching.