Sitcom AU

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TESSA SULLIVAN

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I WILL NEVER KNOW THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE JUST ANYONE

BENEDICT ARTEMIZIO

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COLIN ANJU KEANE

Nursing student, future registered nurse. From Toronto, grew up in foster care etc etc will flesh this out

IT SEEMS THE VOICES IN MY HEAD I SELDOM GET TO CHOOSE

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ALEX AGIAD

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[keenly]

Fine sentiment coming from a man who prides himself on being a tease in bed. Colin smiles and sheds his own clothes, grabbing the set of cuffs that weren't a gag gift and settling on the bed. The padded leather encircles Bene's wrists and the straps are tightened and buckled. Colin makes sure he can slide a finger between the cuffs and Bene's wrist. Excellent. Bene is now secured to the headboard.

"You look nice wearing your new present," Colin comments. The drawer of the nightstand opens, but Colin's body blocks the view of what he might be taking out from there. They keep quite a number of things in that drawer, from lube to what he's taking out right now. "What does my good boy say?"

[altusimperius]

For all his whining, Bene pretty easily allows himself to be fastened to the headboard, and even gives the cuffs an experimental little tug after Colin has walked away. They're nice and soft, and though they would definitely chafe after long enough, he's not super worried about it.
After all, they're pretty, and sometimes one must suffer for appearances.

The question catches his attention again, and he cranes his neck to look curiously over his shoulder.
"I don't know," comes his faux-careless reply, as though he's got more important things to think about presently.

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"Oh, you know," Colin says mildly, almost warmly. He takes a moment to adjust Bene's position, making sure his knees are under him, keeping him from the ability to gain any friction where he's really going to want it. No one is going to be able to get him off except Colin. "You'll start to remember very soon."

The next thing he takes from the drawer is the lube. He squeezes a drizzle into his hand, letting it warm before beginning to gently open Bene with his fingers. The act is done with little fuss--it's an act of preparation rather than further preheating of the metaphorical oven. There's an implacable calm to Colin's act now, no encouragement or coaxing the correct response. What's going to happen is now going to happen.

[altusimperius]

That's not the response Bene anticipated, but the fact that Colin is taking a while to get to the point is actually helping the case.
A gentle intake of breath as Colin opens him, another unexpected but not unwelcome twist-- and just like that, he's gone again. Bene looks over his shoulder once more.

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The plug Colin has chosen definitely vibrates, and Bene will know it, but it's not vibrating now. It is pressed in and left. He hopes Bene will eventually think it has been forgotten. Without warning, the spanking begins.

Colin keeps a close eye on Bene's state, though he makes sure his partner is still counting the strikes out loud--part of the monitoring as well as the punishment. There's going to be a point when Bene stops tensing at the blows and starts to relax, giving in rather than fighting. When that moment arrives, that is when he switches the plug on to the lowest setting before continuing the spanking.

[altusimperius]

"Oh," is Bene's slightly surprised reaction when the plug is first inserted, and though he remembers that it will vibrate, that thought doesn't quite catch up with him until he's starting to get slapped.
"...oh no," he adds as if in aside, the spanking not really hurting that much yet, but he knows where this is going. Tentatively, he starts to lean to one side as if to surreptitiously slip one (long and completely unsubtle) leg out from under him, because being unable to clench anything at all in this position is a guaranteed disaster.
For him, anyway.

[keenly]

Colin's hands quickly grasp Bene's hips to stop him.

"Do you have something you would like to ask permission to do?" he asks sternly.

[altusimperius]

There's a fraught silence between them as Bene weighs the pros and cons of asking to change position, coming to the dreary conclusion that Colin probably won't let him anyway, and then he'll have asked him for no reason and debased himself further.

"...no," he says timidly, instead deciding to pretend it didn't happen.

[keenly]

Yes, because Colin is such a hardass.

"If you say so," he says lightly, resuming the spanking, trying to get Bene back to that lovely blank state he likes to see him in when they do this.

[altusimperius]

"Ow," Bene whines, his voice trembling slightly as the sting seems to double after the brief respite.
"Oww, Colinnn!"
At least being on his knees makes it easier to try and evade the strikes, even if it often means raising up to present a clearer target. Really, half the problem is that he wants to hump something, but can't, which lends him the overall image of a cat in heat who's presenting and simultaneously wiggling around too much for the end goal to be possible.

It's a very dignified look. Colin better be enjoying this.

[keenly]

This is part of the process, as well as very, very hot. Colin lets Bene squirm because he knows he can't get away. Before too long, Bene will slip back into subspace.

"Breathe," he instructs him. "And relax. Submit. I have you."

[altusimperius]

Another whine comes in response, but it's one of greater defeat, Bene burying his face in the bed as he settles back onto his heels.

"It hurts," he grouses, as if that wasn't the point.

[keenly]

"I know," Colin says, running the fingers of his free hand through Bene's hair soothingly. "But you were bad, and bad boys have to be punished. It won't last forever, I promise."

But it will feel like it does, he thinks to himself as he reaches aside to turn the vibrating plug on the lowest setting.

[altusimperius]

Even that much of a shift in the previously dormant plug is enough to immediately derail any further complaints Bene was about to make, and he devolves into a quiet wail that's alarmed and helpless and, of course, stimulated in exactly the right way.
He instinctively shifts, arching his back and spreading his legs slightly in response.

[keenly]

It's good to know a delicate touch can put Bene at his mercy--along with handcuffs. Colin smiles to himself at the noises his partner makes, deeply gratified. Colin has always appreciated Bene's responsiveness in bed; Tessa never has.

"Be good," he purrs. "Take your punishment, and I'll let you come."

Eventually.

[altusimperius]

Another plaintive whine follows, but Bene doesn't have much of a choice in the matter (or, well, he does, but he's not ready to pull the trigger on it anytime soon).

[keenly]

Bene has some solace, perhaps, in knowing there are only three intensity settings on the plug--and fifty million others that they never use. So either the spanking will be spaced out over all three intensities, or Colin is going to tease him by cycling through the other settings. Fortunately it's the former, although the latter is filed away for possible use in future scenes. No need to play all his cards at once.

"So good," Colin says as he finishes the spanking, unhurriedly stroking the abused skin as if Bene isn't having a very intense experience right now. "That's the last of it. What do you have to say to me about your present?"

[altusimperius]

A wet sniff sounds from where Bene's head is mushed into the mattress, but he leans slightly into Colin's touch with a sigh.
"Thank you," he whimpers breathlessly.

[keenly]

He's so vulnerable yet so wanton. He's really enjoying this? Well, enjoy isn't quite the word. Perhaps he is instead gratified, fulfilled, at peace. He is only like this for one person in the world. So far, Colin has considered this exercise to be something they do to please Bene--as are most of the things they seem to do--but when given his perfect fantasy, Bene wanted a scenario that was about pleasing Colin. Even more so than their non-BDSM ventures, because those showers of pleasure his partner rains down on him are just as much about how good a lover Bene is as they are about Colin being worthy of those showers. This is different. This is Bene choosing pain over pleasure, choosing the denial of self--to a degree--in order to please Colin. That feels...

Colin bends down unexpectedly and bites into raw skin, hand moving to the plug to switch it off and withdraw it.

[altusimperius]

The bite elicits a gasping cry about half an octave higher than usual, Bene's hips bucking forward in response as soon as Colin lets him go. It may have been a bit too much, but it jarred him out of his sullen complacency just in time for him to Really notice the plug leaving.

"Colin," he whines, shifting around on his knees again, by the sound of his voice quite certain that he's on the verge of death.

[keenly]

Colin squeezes lube into his hand. Judging from the sounds, it's likely Bene can tell what he's doing with it.

"You've done so well," he murmurs. "You took a lot of punishment." A finger of his free hand runs down Bene's spine, to his tailbone, and over his stretched hole. "And you're ready for me. Do you think you've been good enough to have me?"

[altusimperius]

Things transpire, and they are about as loud and whiny and impassioned as one would expect based on how it's already gone.

It's only when both of them are spent and lying on the bed that Bene is finally quiet, completely relaxed, facedown on the sheets with a beatific, closed-eyed smirk on his face.

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The handsome cuffs are removed before Colin wraps his limbs around Bene, placing little kisses on his jaw as they slowly cool down.

"You're so good," he says, this time in the way Bene wants him to.

[altusimperius]

Humming gently, Benedict smiles and leans into Colin's embrace. He's almost too worn out to kiss him back, but he manages once or twice before laying his head back down.