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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[brushoff]

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."

[madaboutit]

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.

[allgotrabies]

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?"

[brushoff]

Dorian moves back to the floor, back to a kneeling position, as he looks up at Annie with blatant lust in his eyes.

"What do I need to do?" So yes, he does want to earn his way back onto the bed.

[madaboutit]

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.

[allgotrabies]

"Say please," she smiles, one hand caressing his cheek. "Let's start with that."

[brushoff]

"Please fuck me with that dildo," he grins, leaning in to Annie's touch.

[madaboutit]

Well, then.

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.

[allgotrabies]

"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."

[brushoff]

Moderation is for suckers. Dorian grins at Annie as he kneels, hands on the bed as she instructed.

"Does this mean I get to pop your cherry with regards to this? I'm a lucky man."

[madaboutit]

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.

[allgotrabies]

"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."

[brushoff]

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.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney takes a puff and taps his ash, not wanting to burn through his cigarette too quickly while he's standing away from the table.

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.

[allgotrabies]

Dorian is met with clear approval; she's watching him, subconsciously biting her lower lip as she looks him over top to toe.

"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?"

[brushoff]

"I suspect part of this is if I behave," Dorian grins. "If I follow your every order and be a good little boy."

He adjusts his position slightly so that he can roll back his shoulders, obviously preening and obviously showing off.

[madaboutit]

Oh good. More time will be helpful, he suspects, at least from his side of things. Sweeney wonders if she’s still planning to bind him. Patience has never been a particular strong suit, but he’s confident it will be worth it.

He does his best to distract as little as possible while they work matters out.

[allgotrabies]

"Something like that," she smiles. She saunters to Sweeney, runs her hand along his shoulder. "Red is going to hold you down and I'm going to do whatever I want. And you aren't allowed to come until I'm ready for you."

[brushoff]

And Dorian's eyes just light up with excitement. This sounds like quite a lot of fun and he's honestly pleased as punch that this sort of delightful little torture is happening to him.

"Yes ma'am," he says, with a grin. "And don't hold back."

[madaboutit]

Works for him. The faintest smile tucks in one corner of his lips as he turns his face towards her at her touch. It might have remained hidden, save for the small crease of a dimple.

His fingertips flick the cherry loose from the cigarette, and he tucks the rest of it back behind his ear.

This is her evening, and he’s more than happy to help as she wishes.

[allgotrabies]

"Lay down," she tells Dorian primly, and to Sweeney a conspiratorial, "Hold his shoulders down. Don't let him touch me with his hands."

She will settle between Dorian's legs once he's on his back.

[brushoff]

"Careful," Dorian teases as he goes to lay down, back against the floor. "You might need to hold down my wrists."

Based on that grin, Dorian is perfectly fine with his wrists being held down if needed.

[madaboutit]

At her direction, Sweeney continues his turn into her just enough to nudge his shoulder against hers. It’s an affectionate acknowledgement, not a dismissive or confrontational bump. He follows his path around Dorian to the bed behind him, slipping the bottle into his pocket.

“Mhm.” The answer to Dorian’s comment is low, an unrealized hum that doesn’t come to full fruition. Sweeney reclaims the knife and rope. He places the blade between his teeth as he lowers to his knees.

Without precursor or warning, he grabs both of Dorian’s wrists. Sweeney’s grip is rough but not crushing, and his skin quite warm. It’s always strange, touching a new person. But he does it without reservation. For her.

Barring too much of a struggle, he yanks them back, briefly holding them together with one large hand while the other grabs the rope. A practiced slip and pull sees his hands bound together; there are some perks to a year spent on various boats. The bonds are secure, but not constricting; there’s no risk of cutting off his circulation.

A quick tug brings the length to where Dorian’s hands can reach his chin, but no lower. Sweeney tucks the tail of rope under his knee, the rest of the length off to the side. He pauses to set the knife within his long arm’s reach, but out of the range of potential squirming.

Deed done, his eyes find Annie’s and his hands move to Dorian’s shoulders, pressing down flat in unison, a good bit of weight pinning him to the floor.

[allgotrabies]

She smiles at Sweeney, enjoying watching him, enjoying knowing this is done for her--all of it, everything he's arranged here. They have all night and she intends to use it.

Her two index fingers run down Dorian's abdomen, down diagonally together like a V, ending with all her fingertips gliding along his cock. "If you fight, Red is going to get rough with you. But if it's too much, you can tell me."

[brushoff]

Oh this is good. Dorian adjusts his position slightly as he's tied up, wriggling so that he can at least get a relatively comfortable position with his wrists. After all, he suspects that they'll be like this all night. He lightly tests his bonds before testing Sweeney's grip: he pushes up slightly, but is obviously pleased to see he's being held down.

These two are going to absolutely wreck him. What a delight.

Annie's fingers on his chest send shivers down his spine. At her statement, he can't help but let out a little laugh. "It won't be too much. Still, I'm a wild little thing, so I might end up testing my boundaries at one point or another."