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Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Joseph's hair, previously slicked back, was now a mess, still a little toasted from the hair gel but drooping over his forehead in short, awkward brown curls. His eyes met Damien's before moving to the other's wrists. He admittedly didn't have too much experience tying someone, the people at the dungeon teaching him only once or twice before this day, but despite that, he certainly put in a valiant effort.

Leaning over him, Joe made a loop of the belt by passing it through the buckle, then grabbed one of Damien's wrists, tugging the belt into place. He gave his face a soft, playful slap on the face with the string of the belt, caressing him playfully before tugging at the belt and repeating it with the other hand. "I look forward to see you try" he teased, grabbing on to the belt tightly, making sure his wrists were held, before pushing them down, holding his wrists into place with one hand, by the string of the belt, leaning over him as he licked his lips.

"We're going to make this really simple" he said, straddling over his waist. His free hand moved once more to the other's neck, his grip tight. "I'm going to choke you until you either give up, or escape. Lets see which one you prefer."
 
Damien watched, face slightly amused at the way Joseph's brown hair curled over his forehead when his fingers had mussed up the gel and careful styling. He wondered briefly what those short brown curls would look like damp with sweat or steam from a shower even, the sudden images and idea of being locked into the shower with Joseph played hot in Damien's mind causing him to swallow back a moan as he shut his eyes and tried to focus strictly on what was happening here and now.

When he re-opened them, Damien felt the tugging of the leather belt tightening over one wrist before the other was cinched into place. The sharp playful slap to Damien's face with the leather had a dangerous smile flashing over his features even as he leaned into the contrasting gentle caress he received afterwards. Damien ignored the spike of heat that flared through him when his wrists were dragged up and pinned, held by the belt in Joseph's hand as he watched the other man wet his lips, leaning over him.

Damien listened, eyes widening briefly as his lips parted when he felt Joseph's other hand close around his neck again with a firm tight grip. His options were limited and he let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of his arms being held firmly in place while Joseph's tight hold on his throat made him want to just melt and beg for him to grip harder.

He tugged experimentally on his hands. The right was caught firmly, the leather cutting into the skin gently just below the pad of his palm, his leather band and woven bracelets snagging on the buckle when he shifted, the left however was a bit more free. Damien used what power he had left over his mental faculties to try and think of a way to work his hand free while keeping Joseph's attentions elsewhere, distracting the other man if only for a while.

He began panting softly when he was able to suck in brief halted breaths, whimpers slipping past his lips as he choked out Joseph's name around a moan. Damien's eyes fluttering open to glance up at him as his teeth snagged over the swell of his own bottom lip. Damien rolled his hips up and writhed underneath Joseph, back arching to stretch himself out in what he hoped would he a tempting display, all the while his left hand worked itself loose, fingers wriggling before he managed to free it from the tight firm grip of the belt. It wasn't both, but it was something.

With his free hand he reached up and began tugging roughly at the length of the belt to try and wrench it free from Joseph's grip, his insistent fighting hopefully would force the other to either give up the grip on his throat to restrain him again or would result in the freeing of his right hand. Either way, Damien felt the doe eyed expression melt from his face as he smirked up at Joseph, arching an eyebrow as if to ask what his next move would be even as Damien began to feel a little light headed from the tight grip.
 
Joe was pretty new at this. He'd only been attending to a dungeon for a couple of months, and even so most of his encounters were more about power than pleasure. Seeing the soft, almost vulnerable expressions that Damien let out, the brunette hesitated, the grip on his neck softening just a tiny bit as he saw the way the other writhe in pleasure. The way he moved, God, the way his back arched and his abdomen stretched should be immoral. If this was the road to hell, he was just about to take a nose dive.

The distraction of a few seconds didn't last long, though, as he noticed the other had loosened one of his hand from the impromptu handcuffs. He'd have to ask for advice on how to better make those later on, but he sure wasn't about to lose now. With a smle on his lips now matching Damien's his grip grew tighter on his neck, raising it until the grip was almost to his jaw. The other hand gripped Damien's left wrist, holding the very same belt against it to keep his right also in place.

"You have fire in you, let me consume it," he said, his blue eyes glistening as they showed the face of a victor. "Let me take every bit of control you have and take it."
 
Damien's eyes widened in slight shock when he felt his freed wrist get snatched up again by Joseph, and he tugged on hos hands to test the grip again only to find he was indeed trapped. When Joseph's hand repositioned itself higher on his throat, the grip tightening it had him seeing stars that had nothing to do with the way his oxygen was being cut off. That firm grip over his neck had his head falling back, an honest whimper this time being ripped from him as he gasped for breath, body shifting under the other man's frame as he sought for a way to escape, searched for a way to free himself.

His grey eyes snapped open though, focusing in on blue when he heard Joseph speak, lips parting at the words the other male was saying. The firm demand to let Joseph consume that fire and spirit Damien had, to give up his firm grasping hold on the control he kept over himself and allow Joseph to take it from him. For the first time he found he wanted to.

With a moan at the realization he felt his body begin to go slack as he stopped fighting and just melted as he finally allowed himself to give in. Damien stopped trying to find a way to fight this, to slip free and simply gave into the way Joseph was pinning him down, trusting the the man above him in a way he rarely did for anyone, let alone someone he just met. But this was more than just about the dominance and the trust he had towards a partner in this sort of physical activity, he felt like it was the type of trust that would leak out into personal day to day life with the man over him and it had him swallowing tightly under the firm grip against his throat.

Damien gave in completely, not necessarily giving up but definitely giving in to the craving he had held inside so long to trust another completely and to allow the other person utter control over him. Damien bit down on his bottom lip again, this time though it wasn't a ploy meant to distract, rather to keep him from breaking down to the point of begging as his eyes locked onto Joseph's and he gave a quick nod before trusting himself to speak. "Yes...anything you want, just yes," he muttered as a blush rose over his cheeks again.

A small part of him was fearful he had given in too quickly and the other man would find him too boring, too easy. His legs slipped up, wrapping around the other man's waist lightly as his eyes searched over Joseph's face, feeling slightly vulnerable with his guard having slipped down, the walls he had used to protect himself crumbling around him.
 
Seeing the soft, vulnerable reactions of Damien's, the way he bit his lip and seemed to almost need to lose control, Joe's face softened, even if his grip got tighter. In a way, it was his way of comforting him, of telling Damien that he had every right to trust him and that he would be worthy of that trust. He could feel the other getting closer, wanting more, he could feel the other's legs around his hips heating him up and quickening his pulse, but for now, building trust was the most important thing. Right now, desire didn't matter. All that mattered was giving Damien just what he needed.

As his grip got tighter, as tight as he felt he could get it without hurting him, he shifted in place, getting comfortable between those hips, getting closer to that pale chest. He looked almost soft as he was in control of the other, moving closer, and so imposing, but his eyes were gentle as his lips peppered his chest with kisses, teasing him in ways that were so delicate and warm and wet. As he kissed him, he closed his eyes, and Damien could likely feel the other's breathing on his chest, relaxing, even if the grip around his neck didn't. On the meanwhile, he clumsly wrapped the belt around the other's arms, letting go of it before just caressing his face.

"When it becomes too much, just say Red, got it?" he said. "I'm in control, I'll take care of you, alright? I will push you to your limits like no one else, but you are precious to me, so I wont destroy you without being able to build you back up. And if you can't speak, just tap me twice." He lifted up slightly, looking at those gray eyes once more. "You look so cute lke this, my little Glass Mask."
 
It was different from anything he had done before, this exchange between them. Normally when Damien found partners, it was about the sex, both parties aggressively stumbling and shoving around for release. With this there was no push, no pressure. Damien swallowed, against the constriction on his throat, a gasp slipping out when he felt the hand tighten further, lips falling open as he stared up at Joseph. There was a level of heat between them, attraction-at least Damien felt like there was on his end, but it didn't feel like Joseph was dominating him to get them revved up, rather the domination was an exchange of control, of trust; it was something Damien had never fully given up before.

The gentle, warm open mouth kisses on his chest had his head tipping back as far as it could, his world beginning to spin any time he felt Joseph flex his grip. Damien noticed the belt getting wrapped down his arms, felt the caress of the other man's now free hand against his cheek. The gentle touches mixed with the rough grip on Joseph had on his pale throat had Damien shifting softly, an occasional gasp escaping him when he could afford it. Damien lifted his head then, pressing into the grip on his throat slightly to watch the other man just rest his head against his slim chest, the soft brushing of warm breath tickling his pale torso and sending what almost felt like electricity through his skin.

The dark words that Joseph said, the promise that he would take care of Damien, that he would be there to rebuild those walls and barriers that were currently being shattered. When those blue eyes locked onto his Damien couldn't help but let out a few breathless, whimpers, head dropping back again as his head began swimming and his vision slowly started to lose focus from the lack of oxygen. Damien held out for a few moments, feeling complient and willing under the other man's hands, until he swallowed and with what little air he had left gasped out the word before he went too far or lost conciousness. "Red."
 
As soon as the word Red escaped from Damien's lips, Joe's grip softened, letting him go as he pulled him closer. No longer was his hand putting pressure on the airway, but it lightly caressed his neck as it went behind him, cupping the nape of his neck and lifting him up like that, pulling him gently to his chest with one strong, confident movement. The other hand, on the meanwhile, unwrapped the other's arms clumsily, leaving Damien with nothing but the belt as half a handcuff still wrapped around his arm.

"You did good, you did so good," Joe whispered, planting warm kisses on Damien's forehead, keeping one hand behind the nape of the neck, keeping him close, and the other hand on the other's pale back, offering him support. Softly, he rocked him, tightening his hold on him, but trying not to make it overwhelming. He'd never done this before, not on his own, but he was trying his best to remember how they did it in the dungeon. More importantly, he tried to think what Damien needed, because he wanted to be needed, and he wanted to have this feeling of control once more. "You held on for so long, didn't you? You did so well, didn't you. You're mine now, aren't you? I'll always look out for you."

You could see the shortness of breath Joe was feeling in the way his chest rose with every deep breath, and Damien leaned into his broad, defined chest, he could probably hear his heartbeat racing. Never had he felt in such control before, and never had someone just surrendered so much to him. But having someone see the darkest parts of him, and want them? After something lke this, how could Joseph ever be the same again?
 
The affection was new, not something he had ever experienced, well not comfortably. There had been partners who had tried to comfort but it always left him feeling extremely on edge and like his skin was crawling. Damien eased under Joseph's gentle touches, the soft kisses and he pressed his face into the broad firm expanse of the other man's chest as his breathing slowly evened out. His hands, once freed, slipped down and ignored the way the belt was still wrapped around a wrist, hands falling to rest his palms on Joseph's chest next to where Damien's head was resting.

To be held so close and rocked so gently had the pale man humming as he simply soaked in the attention was a shock to his system, but not unwanted. Neither of them had even orgasmed but that sort of blissed out high was about the closest description to what being in subspace was that he could think of and he clung to that almost submissive almost care free state as long as he could. Damien tucked his head in closer, breath skittering over the smooth skin of Joseph's warm chest as he listened to the praise the man was just showering him with, the pretty promises he was making. Damien smiled a rare, soft, genuine smile as he heard the quick, steady pound of the other man's heart and it hand his fingers splaying gently. "Your heart is racing," he mumbled gently before pressing his own kiss over the skin that the man's heart lay beneath.

Damien nuzzled Joseph's chest gently as he tried to hold onto the words the man was saying, to take comfort in the promises rather than focus on the gravity this trust entailed. He was feeling more grounded now though, the euphoric buzz having mellowed out gently and leaving Damien feeling utterly boneless.
 
Joe relaxed his head, leaning it against Damien's, still a bit tired and wired after the ordeal, but in a good way. To him, this had been a lot more satisfying than his sexual encounters so far, the biggest high he'd gotten, even without the orgasm. He just felt... comfortable? The hand that held Damien by the nape of the neck moved higher and sunk into his hairline, slipping between strands of hair. Playfully, he nuzzled against him, cheek rubbing with cheek. A smile, almost shy, drew itself on his lips as the other mumbled about his racing heart. "It was exciting, wasn't it?" he mumbled, partly a response, but partly a question, wanting to know about the other's experience.

He could feel his cheeks burning, even if he didn't want to acknowledge them. He wanted to look all suave and in control, but really this had been a first for him as well. Maybe not the motions, but the experience, the being himself, the satisfaction, the comfort. He traced the other's back, his fingers softly trailing a snakelike path over his spine. "How are you feeling? I wasn't too hard on you, was I? Want me to carry you to bed?"
 
Damien let a gentle hand rise up, unsure where this tender side, this softer edge that was slowly revealing itself within him had come from but he figured it had something to do with the headspace he was in. Pale fingers slipped up to brush over Joseph's other cheek, the one not currently nuzzling his, warmth spreading through him at the other man's inquiry. Damien let out a soft chuckle, grinning at the shy blush and smile that looked so foreign on the other man but seemed to fit him in this moment, driving Jasyn's legs around the others hips to flex and pull him closer, the hand at his cheek smoothing up to comb through the short mussed hair. "It was," he hummed, eyes blinking slowly up at him. "You were....intense and amazing."

The offer to carry him to his bed was sweet and the idea of warm blankets and an even warmer embrace accompanying them was tempting but he shook his head softly. "Let's stay out here for a bit," he hummed easily, "Need you to sign the paperwork before you get too familiar," he teased, glancing up at him with a small grin before leaning up to steal another kiss. "And you weren't too hard on me," he purred, back arching gently at those soothing fingers as Damien smiled. "As far as feelings go, blissed out would probably be an apt description. What about you?" He asked with a tilt of his head, wondering if the man above him regretted it or felt guilty. He had been with a few dominant partners who defaulted to that as soon as a scene ended, though, this was the first time he honestly could say he cared.
 
Despite the doubt in the back of his head, the insecurities of never having done this before, not to this extent, Damien's words comforted him. Joe could feel himself relax from his wired state, he could feel himself slump softly against Damien, just wanting more of his warmth. Even if he didn't want to admit it, part of him was afraid that he might have gone too far, or that he hadn't done enough. He wanted, in the back of his mind, to compensate if he hadn't been good enough. But hearing how Damien felt as he did, well, it let him enjoy the experience to its fullest. "Yeah, that sounds like an accurate description. Blissed out"

"Already wanting to tie me down, huh? I guess it really was that good," he teased, trying to keep sounding confident but his voice himting relief as he clung to him closer, as he leaned in to the other's touch. "Are we going to be making a contract this early on?" Part of it was a joke, but part of him wanted that level of command over his one and only true friend, he wanted that level of control.
 
"It is a little more than that, Joseph," he hummed with a soft, amused tone, fingers continuing to smooth through the other's hair, rubbing along the scalp gently. Even as he nodded at the e affectionate touches were foreign but seemed to come almost naturally in the blissed out state and he almost wanted to laugh at the sappy state he must resemble, tangled up with Joseph on the couch. Damien never thought he would find himself in such a relaxed and comfortable state with another person...ever. It was a slightly earth shattering realization.

"But if you must know," he purred, the fingers in Joseph's hair tangling to tug the man's head just enough to brush their lips together. "It really was that good." He stole another kiss. "And I meant the lease and roommate agreement but we can discuss other contracts to go strictly between us if you would like...though I must admit, I have a rather important question to ask," he said, voice hedging and face mock serious. "Do you go by Joseph? Joe?" He wrinkled his nose slightly, "Or something as offensive as Joey-that particular abbreviation of your name is your favorite I may be calling you Master much sooner than I thought possible," the dark haired young man teased, eyes flashing wickedly.
 
"Oh, so Joey is offensive now? Why? Is it because you're secretly a furry and are into baby kangaroos?" the brunette asked in mock indignation. "I'll have you know, I usually go by Joe, but for you I could make an exception and asked to be called Sir, Master, or Your Royal Dickishness." He pulled him closer to him, sliding against the back of the sofa and pulling Damien into his chest. "But you, you I'll call mine. Because, you know, I'm a royal dick, and if you don't like it, I might have to kill you." His athletic body was likely more used to the weight than Damien's seemed to be, so despite the smug look on his face, he was trying to make the other comfortable, pushing his hair back, caressing his cheek and ear.

"Do you have that roommate agreement printed already?" he asked, curious. Despite now being the one in control, he knew that the mask he had on with the world probably made him be in as much control as he could be, opposite to him. It was likely the reason they were so blissed out now, because they seemed to understand that of each other. "I want to see what rules did you think you could impose on me. Don't tell me, don't tell me, you're not going to let me walk around naked around the house, will you? Or maybe you wont let me walk around with clothes? How many ritual sacrifices are required per week, or are they on a monthly basis?"

Softly, he gave another kiss on his forehead, staying there a little, breathing against the other's forehead. He hesitated for a second. Making an actual contract, a BDSM contract involving the Company and all that fake mumbo-jumbo? Committing to pleasing and trusting each other, to show they knew each other, so early on? Maybe he shouldn't have joked about that. No matter how much he wanted the control, it would be hell if he couldn't keep it. "Lets get to know each other better before making the real contract. I want to find out all you need and that I can provide. We... heh... we haven't even met for a day in person..." But why did it feel like he knew him so much longer?
 
Damien laughed softly, body getting dragged in to rest against Joe's chest as he smiled slightly. "You have to earn that title, my friend," he countered, leaning against him and feeling oddly settled and satiated. "You can feel free to call me yours if you think you can keep me," the dark haired young man said with a smirk and arched eyebrow. "And you kill me, and who on earth will you gripe about your life with?" He said, hand coming up to smooth over the other man's chest and shoulder gently, tilting his head towards Joseph's fingers as they brushed back his hair and traced over his cheek bone and the shell of his ear.

Damien nodded at the other man's inquiry, "I printed it off along with the lease that you would sign to rent the room from me when I first started to post I had space available to rent." He was always prepared, to the point of obsession and compulsion and while he knew his organization and prompt action could be irritating to others, he found the strict discipline and control over his life helped to keep him sane, and calm. "And no more than the ones I previously mentioned," he said with a small smile and languid stretch within the other's hold. "The rules for the kitchen and request for no parties won't change, if you want to walk around naked and free as a bird," Damien said with a brief chuckle, "Who am I to prohibit your desired ways at self expression. The only changes might be the allowance of fucking in other areas besides your room, depending on the parties involved of course," he offered with a wicked smile. "As for the sacrifices, they are bi-weekly on Tuesday evenings between the hours of midnight and two in the morning. Your attendance is not only expected but required. The only exception to this would be if you are gravely ill, in which case you may be sacrificed," he said, grinning.

It was all in good teasing though, for as much as he wanted to keep Joseph to himself, to possessively curl around the other man and never let him go, he knew that with this new found freedom the other man may not...may not want to be tied down to the first person he dabbled with. He felt, more than saw, the way that Joe hesitated, and even though he loved the gentle press of those lips to his forehead more than he could ever admit Damien knew that the Joseph was right. Damien pulled back slightly, enough so their eyes could meet. "We don't need to rush things," he said in agreement. "I was merely attempting to joke in return." Damien promised, the hand on the other man's shoulder slipping back to play with the short hair at the nape of Joe's neck.

"Though I would...I would like it if we could..." he felt that damned blush start to crawl over his cheeks again and he chewed idly on his lip, tongue playing with his lip ring. "We have only met for a day, but I would like to see where it could go." Just a chance, he wanted just a chance to get to know Joseph more in a way he had never wanted with another human being. "I am not expecting anything, or holding you to some standard, but I would like to keep going with what friendship we have...god I sound like a simpering idiot don't I?" He groaned, burying his face against the side of Joseph's neck to hide slightly. "Can we go back to discussing ritualistic sacrifices?"
 
"Hm... well if I do kill you, I could just keep your skull and gripe about life with you still, but that doesn't sound nearly as satisfying, now does it?" Joe mused, a small timid smile on his lips as he felt the movements of the other in his hand, making him touch him more strongly, caressing his face with his whole hand, not just his fingers.

As Damien gave his opinion about his self expression, Joseph mirrored the chuckle, blushing slightly. As bold and brazen as he could be, he did come from strict upbringing, where nudity was taboo. It might take him a bit longer than he joked about to go free balling around the house, but the idea that he could, that he was in control over it, was freeing. His expression changed as Damien talked about the sacrifices, one of pretend-seriousness, nodding solemnly. "That sounds reasonable, if I'm sick on a Tuesday of sacrifice its only fitting I become one. But I can't promise I won't try to take you down with me."

The look in Damien's eyes was one as overwhelmed as he was, or at least almost, from what he could tell. His eyes were probably even more hopeful than Joe's, and that plea... well... he couldn't deny he wanted that too, to see where it would go. It was the first time he'd bared himself like that, and while this might have been the beginning of the rest of his life, who's to say that he wasn't already in the right path? "You really do sound like a simpering idiot," Joe told him, putting a hand behind the back of his head, hugging him closer and kissing his forehead. "But... I think I can keep you, so for now... you can be my simpering idiot... My maniacal best friend in a glass mask, shattering before my eyes... So... yeah, lets see where this goes."

He lifted himself softly, sitting up, holding Damien tight. "So... get the papers to sign while I get my bags? I brought some books you'll be drooling over, regarding serial killers and symbolism of death." He wasn't the only one nervous, but he was the one that had control. "Also, make the bed. We'll be sleeping together tonight."
 
The idea of Joe sitting down and conversing with his skull, while dark, was intensely hilarious, and he found the anxiety melting away as he laughed. "Well, if you are unwilling to go quietly and insist on struggling, what would the point be if we are both dead and no one is able to conduct the sacrificial ceremony?" He asked with a smile and tilt of his head.

When he heard the...the almost reassuring words of his dear friend, someone who mirrored his interest in seeing what potential this friendship had? It made him feel even more at ease. The soft curl of the hand around the nape of his neck, the way he called him his, it all felt wonderful. It was a lot to think on, to disect, and he wouldn't ruin this moment by doing that now.

Damien stood, slipping free not long after Damien straightened and sat up. Stretching he felt his muscles ache deliciously before he went lax and smoothed a hand through his hair. "Treating me to books? Damn, aren't you a freaking catch," he said easily as he cleared the table of the left over Chinese food, now cold and unappealing before grabbing his bag to sort through the files and tug out the paperwork to make this move official.

At the order to make the bed though, he glanced up arching an eyebrow. "Exactly where will we be sleeping?" He asked in a faux compliant one, a slow smirk and arch of an eyebrow giving him away. "And I wasn't aware at any point I signed on to play housekeeper for you." It was a bit of teasing and bucking towards the control the other young man was freshly grasping, wanting to see how he would react to a little push back and play.
 
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