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[allgotrabies]

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

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[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."

[madaboutit]

I fucking hope so. Wild thing, indeed.

For a moment, he can't help but muse what it would be like for such a poncy prick to try to run wild with them. Fuck, how glorious. She'd see him through his paces. But he will settle for her smile and her want.

When Dorian tests the hold, Sweeney doesn't press harder, he just doesn't yield an inch. His focus remains on Annie, a small smile of his own tucked up neatly as he offers a faint tip of his head in encouragement. He's ready to stay as he is until she wants him to be doing something else.

For the time being, that is.

[allgotrabies]

She picks up the rope and trails the soft, frayed end of it along the same path her hands had just taken. Then she flicks it against the inside of his leg, just enough to sting. She's making this up as she goes but her smile is confident.

"Tell me an interesting thing about you. If I like it, I'll let you know. If I don't, I'll let you know."

[brushoff]

Dorian lets out a small hmm, thinking things over, before he grins. "I've met Sherlock Holmes. Even helped him solve a case one time."

[madaboutit]

Oh, you delicious girl.

Sweeney likes this game. It’s very…her. Hunting with a lure; dancing as she stalks. How he loves to watch her.

His smile widens, but he contents himself to stay still, a constant pressure against Dorian while she plays.

[allgotrabies]

"What case?" She has slunk down him a little, enough to tease the soles of his feet with the rope. She pauses only to tie a knot in the ends.

[brushoff]

Dorian's toes reflexively curl up as he feels the rope tickle his feet.

"Someone was blackmailing me into trying to murder Sherlock himself. After a little investigation, we found that it was a man who loathed us both, a man we thought had died years ago."

[madaboutit]

This will take longer, admittedly, but there’s worth to be had in the long game. If he can make it a whole month, he can manage this.

Sweeney takes slow breaths, keeping his focus on each detail of her as she takes her time.

[allgotrabies]

"Did you try to kill him and he stopped you?" She slaps the knot against the sole of his foot, knowing it will hurt. "You're leaving out the juicy details."

[brushoff]

Dorian lets out a hiss of pain and pleasure as he feels the knot against the sole of his foot. It does hurt. And honestly? He's fine with it.

"I told Sherlock that someone was blackmailing me. I wasn't going to kill the greatest detective of the age. The person who was blackmailing me knew about my portrait and had a grudge against me and Sherlock. We worked together, narrowed down the suspects, and ended up setting a trap for our man."

[madaboutit]

He can feel the Gaelic on his tongue, and he forces himself to keep it at bay. By now there should be dented tankards and cracked jaws. Fucking soft tissue strikes.

She’s such a fucking tease.

[allgotrabies]

"Tell me about your trap," she says, because the portrait (while it intrigues her) is too serious a topic to bring up when she has him naked and held down.

And to Sweeney, "Get the blindfold?"

[brushoff]

Dorian's expression visibly perks up. A blindfold? God yes. He gives Annie a wide grin before continuing.

"Once we figured out who the perpetrator was, Sherlock dug into some property records to find his most likely hiding place. The blackmailer, Alan Campbell, was most likely hiding out in some property he purchased before his supposed death—an abandoned theater. I snuck in the theater earlier that day, retrieved my portrait, and swapped it out for a similarly sized substitute. Under the terms of the blackmail, I was supposed to denounce Sherlock Holmes, in public, calling him a liar before shooting him. We went along with this little charade, though Sherlock made sure the police were in on it so I didn't get arrested. I fired my gun into the air instead while Sherlock, suspecting that our blackmailer's accomplice would want to see the crime happen, tailed her back to the culprit's hide-out."

It is obvious that given the opportunity, Dorian will continue talking as long as Annie wants him to.

[madaboutit]

Sweeney’s tongue slides along his teeth, and he lifts one hand from Dorian’s shoulder. The blindfold it produces with a flick is far more than a band of silk. Soft leather lined in fleece, it’s clearly designed for this particular function, and it’s likely to offer complete obfuscation when on.

His smile renewed, he cocks his head to one side as he lifts it vaguely towards her.

“On?” The question seeks a clarification as to which of them is to complete the task.