Sitcom AU

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TESSA SULLIVAN

Texty text about background, career, hopes and dreams.

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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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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.

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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.