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Hux(34) I'm not interested in your bleeding hearts. If you're under the age of 25, click X. I enjoy people who are competent and actually know how to do their jobs, and do them well. Also, leather.

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[ofobedience]

[How prompt.

Giovanni opens the door when the knock comes, steps aside to allow his guest to enter. His head tilts very slightly with a detached kind of interest at the sight of the bag, but about it he says nothing.]

Do come in.

[Hux will find the apartment as starched and white as the best of Giovanni's suits, with no sign of idiosyncrasies added despite that he's been in this city for some months now. Perhaps that says as much about him as a room full of personalisations would.]

[neutronium]

[Come now, Giovanni likes leather. And clearly a bit of discipline. Hux didn't want to assume he had his own toys.]

Thank you.

[Hux steps in, smiling slightly.]

A drink to start us off, perhaps? And then to setting out the rules.

[There were only two, when Hux played, but Giovanni might have more.]

[ofobedience]

[It's a fair assumption to make. There are little in the way of personal effects in Giovanni's apartment (other than a rather extensive collection of suits), and when it comes to the kind of discipline Hux may be planning-- well. Let's say he's still learning.

He returns the smile with something cool and hollow of his own, moves towards the living area, expecting Hux to follow. There he'll find a bottle of whiskey and two glasses already laid out and waiting-- he has very little experience of entertaining, but the experience he's gleaned here involved drinks. He learns quickly.]

I hope this is to your tastes.

[And he moves to pour two fingers worth of the amber liquid into the waiting glasses whilst watching his guest from behind mirrored lenses.]

[neutronium]

[Hux does follow, fingers flexing slightly as he does, the leather feeling good on his fingers once again. He rarely wears them like this, but being in this position, it sends something thrumming in him. Oh yes, he and Giovanni have an understanding--and he's excited to see where it might go, tonight.]

I dislike things that are overly complicated. Simple the better.

[He takes the drink in his hand as he puts the bag down, raising it up.]

Cheers.

[It takes a sip, enjoying the smoky, spikey taste start to slip down his throat, pleasantly warm. Licking his lips, he tilts his head.]

First things. Safe word. It has to exist, of course. And a safe motion, with head or hand, that can be relatively subtle. [He smirks.]

Especially if you aren't capable of speaking, or moving your hands a great deal.

[ofobedience]

[He raises his glass in kind, though doesn't take a sip. Instead he settles for observing his guest with a distant kind of interest, head slightly cocked. It's all new to him, these rules. Situations like this in general. But there's something about it that he likes, that resonates deep in his chest because he's always been one for structured environments, for knowing his place within the larger scheme of things-- having a set path to follow feels like metal bands snapping tight around his chest, something akin to - but not altogether the same as - comfort.

Especially if you aren't capable of speaking, or moving your hands a great deal-- it's a statement that stirs something in him. Something he isn't quite capable of defining.]

I find it hard to imagine anything you could do to me that I couldn't withstand [here he smiles, odd and sharp] But rules are rules.

Let's go with 'red'.

[As for a motion-- well. He'll take Hux's lead on that.]

[neutronium]

Well there is 'withstand' and then there is 'enjoy'. This is more about the latter than the former, Giovanni. But I well know there is a fine line in between.

[His own smile is sharp as well, his pupils sliding a bit bigger. He knew that this other man would be a good partner for this. He could give him what he needed, and he could take in turn.]

Excellent.

[He finishes his drink, and then moves to bring his bag into his lap, and started to pull a few things out, so that Giovanni could take stock.

a collar with leash, cuffs, a riding crop, blindfold, ball gag, and an open mouth gag.]

A few of the things I brought for us to play with.

[ofobedience]

[There's something in that statement, something not yet fully grasped because his own enjoyment has never been paramount in any of his experiences, the swift-ascending animal joy that overcomes during moments of violence something learned over time and having little to do with whatever this is. Bodily pleasure-- well. That's a new one. Something yet to be properly determined.

As such Giovanni says nothing, but he takes a step closer when his guest begins to remove items from the bag, expression cool and unreadable even as the toys come into view. They make him think, for a moment, of back there, of what had happened and the position he'd been in just before his arrival here, blindfolded and gagged and bound, a prisoner of that man-- there'd been no enjoyment in that, only boredom and irritation and a sense of something bearing down but this is different, he thinks. Something with a set purpose and rules he can understand.

He's not opposed to discovering what it feels like in an altogether different situation. Not opposed at all.]

You've certainly come well-prepared.

[neutronium]

I have. I thought you might enjoy some of these things, given what you've said. We can use some of them, or none--it's up to you.

[He smirks, gesturing.]

That is the point of this place, isn't it? Consent. Even these can work within the boundaries of that.

[He takes a few more sips of his drink.]

Have you ever experienced any of this, sexually?

[He might as well be frank.]

[ofobedience]

[His own smile is still a cool, sliding thing despite that - in many respects - he's out of his element here. Because it is the point of this place, consent. It's interesting to know that a city that functions on such a concept still has space for-- well. Complexities.

The question comes and yes it's frank, but there's something to be said for that. It makes things easier, in a way, to reduce them to their most basic parts. In the face of such a question it's easy enough to respond in kind.]

I can't say I have. It's outside of my remit, if you see what I mean.

[He's a veritable incarnation of violence. A hound of war. Sex never came into it.]

[neutronium]

Understandable. I admit that am not overly practiced, though well studied.

[If that makes sense. He is sure that Giovanni understands. He knows what he likes, even if he doesn't get to put what he likes into practice, much.]

Would you come here, please?

[He picks up the collar, first, and crooks a finger. Let's start simple.]

[ofobedience]

[At the very least, it seems they'll both have an opportunity to get some practice in now.

Giovanni places the glass down on the table in the face of Hux's request, closes the remaining distance between them until they're all but touching. From behind the mirrored glasses he looks down at the leather collar with something like wry amusement, wonders what Hux will make of the semicircle of metal that can never be removed, bolted down through flesh and muscle into the bone of his Spine. His one true collar.

He says nothing about it, waits for the other man to discover it for himself. why spoil the surprise?]

[neutronium]

[Hux notes the metal that Giovanni has already placed on him that seemingly can't be taken off. There is a little twitch to his lips, a sight frown. Still, he smooths warm fingers over the metal, something almost soothing. Because ah...shackles. He may not have physical ones, but he knows what it is like to have them, all the same.

Still there are the ones that are placed upon them, and the ones they choose.

He takes the leather collar and slips it around Giovanni's neck, locking it into place, before catching the leash, and clipping it on as well]

Comfortable?

[His fingers rest on the other man's cheek, his thumb sliding along his jaw.]

[ofobedience]

[Something unreadable passes over his face as Hux' fingers brush against the cool metal of the collar, something discernible but which passes in an instant. It's a strange thing, to have someone touch it - though the soft pressure does nothing to increase the dull throbbing of pain that accompanies the adornment, something he's so accustomed to that it rarely even registers for him anymore. It's a lasting symbol of his subjugation to something greater than himself, and as such it seems strange to have it touched by anyone other than Her, but She isn't here now, and perhaps there's more choice in it than even he knows.

He's here, after all. Choosing to submit to another kind of collar.

And he does submit to it, allows Hux to slip leather over metal and flesh, doesn't pull back from the slow slide of the the other man's thumb against the smooth line of his jaw. Behind the glasses, his eyes briefly close.]

It doesn't hurt, if that's what you're asking.

[Though he's aware that there are other ways of interpreting the question.]

[neutronium]

I was, partially, yes.

[Hux's eyes take in everything; he may not understand the look that moves over Giovanni's face, but he sees it, just the same. The closing of the eyes, too, and not pulling back from his touch. All small things, here and there.]

But this is also about pleasure. If you don't like the collar, again, the word can be used.

[He won't mention it often. But it's clear that Giovanni is new to this. Pale eyes search his face, and then--]

Is there anything you are explicitly against? If you are ready to start, of course.

[The collar has been put on, but it could just stay on, while they continue to drink. Steps can be small or large.]

I, for example, don't kiss on the mouth.

[It's his one no.]

[ofobedience]

I'll bear that in mind.

[And he will--he may not be overly accustomed to the concept of choice but he's not in the Below now, he's somewhere else entirely and in the presence of someone who has nothing to do with his world. If at any time he decides that he doesn't want this, he knows he can walk away. Will do exactly that, if it comes to it.

But for now at least he's interested, misses the control he's used to enough that he's willing to experiment, and so here they are.

Then the question comes, and he rolls his shoulders in a slick little shrug.]

Nothing I can think of. If we discover something that I dislike I'll be sure to let you know.

[And he'll be sure to avoid kissing Hux on the mouth, now that it's been mentioned.]

[neutronium]

Excellent.

[Hux smirks and wraps a hand around the end of the leash and lets his eyes light on the couch. That will do. Picking up the bag of supplies with one hand, and keeping a hold of the chain with another, he starts to walk, tugging gently.]

When we get over to the couch, I want you take off your shirt. Slowly.

[When they get over to the couch, Hux will sit down, dropping the leash to give Giovanni the room to move, and spread his legs slightly.]

[ofobedience]

[The tug may be light but there's something in it that sends a little thrill through him, something close and familiar because even here - so far away from everything - there's are feelings that well up in him at the thought of someone else taking the reigns, of placing himself - however temporarily - into another person's hands. He moves forward as expected, stands before Hux as he sits down, begins to do as he's been bidden. he removes the loosened tie and cufflinks first, then slowly unbuttons the shirt, eyes still occluded behind the orange sheen of his glasses. He's methodical, takes his time, allows his shirt to drop to the ground to reveal the lithe, hard body underneath.

He lifts his chin slightly, expectant, and standing dead on as he is, the scar that runs from the nape of his neck to the base of his Spine is currently hidden from the other man's view.]

[neutronium]

[Hux watches Giovanni strip, doing it slowly, as instructed. It's clear that the man can follow directions, and seems to do it well. There is also something else in it, as well, the way he raises his chin, breathes. Hux, for his part, has pulled out the riding crop, letting it rest lazily in one of his hands. He licks his lips absently, enjoying the sight before him.

Created or not, it's an excellent frame.

Letting out a light hum, Hux brushes the tip of the crop along Giovanni's hip, sliding to his naval, then up his chest to sternum, resting at his clavicle.]

Good boy.

You are truly an excellent looking creature. I approve.

[He smirks a bit bigger, shifting to sit up a bit, a hand coming to rest on his hip, thumb digging into the muscle there, squeezing.]

[ofobedience]

Lucky me.

[He says it lightly, as though the compliment doesn't mean so very much yet despite that there's something in him that responds to the words of praise, has his chin lifting just a little higher. It surprises him, honestly, that hearing those words from a set of lips other than the ones he most wants to hear them from can still settle him, set off small sparks of pleasure in the pit of his stomach and all along his Spine. Because he wants to be seen that way. He does.

He doesn't find it unpleasant to be looked at in that way, studied as though he's a well-made machine rather than an autonomous person because in many ways he associates himself more with the former than the latter. The feel of leather against his skin as the crop slides over him, as Hux' fingers press against the lean muscle under pale skin-- it leaves him waiting and expectant, keeping pliant but still beneath the other man's gaze]

[neutronium]

Yes--yes you are lucky.

[Hux brings the crop back, smacking it against Giovanni's chest lightly, grazing against a nipple. He knows what sort of pressure to give, to ride against the levels of pleasure and pain.

He'll see how he takes that, but he still keeps his hand on the other's hip, lets it curl a bit higher, stroking softly.]

You're lucky that someone like me gives you attention. That someone like me knows what you need. Do you know how many people here don't understand you? That I may one of the few who do? You should be thanking me for that.

[Another smack, this time on the other side of his chest.]