CUDDLR

[neutronium]

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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YES
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[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.]