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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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.