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When Jean starts to wake, Sky is inside him.

He’s barely moving, just kissing his face and murmuring to him, pressed up against him, stroking his hair.

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He forgets to be afraid of anything.

This is -- it feels like sacrilege to call it a kink, it's just good, to be taken care of while he sleeps and be loved and held and owned.

His head is throbbing and when he tries to speak it comes out an inarticulate rasping noise and he's so happy.

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“Shhh. Shh. You don’t have to talk.”

He nuzzles his cheek.

“Just feel good, precious thing.”

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He feels so good.

I love you, he mouths, and rocks up against Sky, just a little. Moving is still hard; it makes his head swim.

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“I love you too.”

He starts to move properly, still slow but enough to really feel.

“More than anyone. More than anything.”

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His body was already halfway there without him, aroused by Sky using him while he was unconscious. Now his mind's there too, and he's closer than he would have thought possible this quickly.

He doesn't try to beg. Toys don't.

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"Precious thing – pretty doll – oh –"

He buries his face in Jean's shoulder and whimpers as he moves in him.

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Hearing the praise -- hearing Sky feel ...

Good toys don't come until they're told. So their owners can have them as desperate as they want them.

And he's Sky's good toy.

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He is. He is.

 

Sky comes, presently, moaning into Jean's shoulder and holding him tightly against him, twitching inside him.

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So good so good.

 

"Thank you."

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He kisses Jean on the cheek.

"Good."

And now he's touching him, properly.

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He moans, moves with the touch. Everything is so good right now -- maybe it's going somewhere, maybe it's not, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is what Sky wants.

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“You came back to me.”

He strokes him firmly, kisses his jaw.

“I think you get to come.”

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"Thank you, thank you--" and it's only another moment before he comes.

He's never come before and liked it except on Sky's foot. He's crying with the sheer indulgence of it.

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It’s okay to give him a treat, once in a while.

He offers Jean his hand, when he’s done.

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He is so so good and careful and thorough with it.

(Sky could take this away, if he wanted. Jean will just have to be very very good so he never wants to.)

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He watches, satisfied, until Jean's cleaned him up all the way.

"...you tried to tap out. It was very cute."

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...he blushes.

"In France -- the really good schools for trainers -- they make you try the other side of everything, at least once. But you get a safeword."

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He pats him.

"We'll get rid of the habit."

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"Yes, Sky. Thank you, Sky." Real gratitude.

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Now Sky is going to kiss him.

 

"Does it hurt?"

He touches Jean's neck.

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He tilts up his chin. "Yes, Sky. Not very much, but it hurts."

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"That's good."

He kisses the flushed skin where he knows there'll be a bruise.

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Happy sigh. "It's a lovely collar. Thank you, Sky."

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"I like giving you nice things."

He ruffles his hair.

"...I need to take you out somewhere when it comes in. Don't you think?"

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"Please yes."

Hopefully: "Somewhere people will know what it means? Not just -- somewhere softworld?"

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"Obviously. That's the best part."

Pet.

"You know all the best places, don't you?"

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"Yes, Sky."

And the places his father, and his father's friends, are likely to be. If Sky lets him pick, he can avoid them.

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"Tell me about some of them. The ones you think I'd like the most."

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This gives him some amount of latitude without straying into disobedience. There are a lot of places, and many of them have various good qualities, and he can't after all guess perfectly at which Sky would like most.

"There's the club you went to," which, after all, Sky might well enjoy re-visiting in a different capacity. "There's a tea-house," because Sky liked the tea very much, didn't he? "And a living sculpture garden," which Sky would surely appreciate, "and a winery," which Sky would certainly appreciate, and Jean would not, so he feels he is being particularly scrupulous in including it, "and a little further away there's a sort of coffee-shop."

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"...I don't want to go back to that club."

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He shoves down the feelings. Be quiet. He's trying to think about nice things.

"What's special about the winery? And the coffee shop?"

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"The coffee shop -- it's really mostly just a coffee shop? Our sort of people do want to drink coffee, sometimes. I've been there often on business. But people often bring new slaves there, or particularly fine slaves, or -- anything they want to share."

"The winery, on the other hand, is ... very formal. They do tastings, and dinners with wine pairings." Get to the point. "And pain pairings. They specialize in ... the aesthetics of sadism."

Also, his father is unlikely to attend either.

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"Well. I don't need to pick just one."

Pet.

"We'll go do a tasting once you have your real collar. But...tea or coffee first."

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“Yes, Sky. Thank you.”

He knows better than to play games of interpretation like this. But he’s good enough to get away with it — for a little while — and in this matter the little while is worth it. 

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Tea or coffee first, then sculptures, then Jean will be properly collared and so Sky can take him to somewhere he'll be hurt in public and he won't have to worry about him being taken away.

This is a good plan.

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And now that he has his plan he can curl up and cling to him for a little while.

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...sad ... Sky?

 

......petting?

 

"Is something the matter?"

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It's hard to put the words together.

(Being pet is good, though.)

 

"I don't...like. Remembering. Being nothing for nobody."

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"I was thinking about you, the whole time. Every minute."

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...oh.

He exhales, tucks his face in closer.

"Tell me. About – what you were thinking. How you felt."

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"I was jealous. Jealous of the people using you -- jealous of you, I'd rather have been in your place than where I was."

"Lonely. Scared. I was afraid you wouldn't ever ... let me touch you again, not really. Like you had been. Obeying but being untouchable. I had to hurt you enough that you wouldn't dare try."

"I was afraid it wouldn't work. Afraid you'd carry on like that -- and I'd have to try to come up with something worse -- that I could bear to do to you -- or else never have you again..."

"All I wanted was you there with me. I think I got up and got my keys half a dozen times, to come get you. But I was afraid that if I did, you'd be cold and distant and it would be worse than nothing."

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"I felt so. Stupid."

His voice is wavering.

"For thinking you, wanted me, at all–"

And now he's crying.

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Oh no oh no--

"I wanted you so much, I didn't know how I could possibly have you..."

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He curls up tighter against him and weeps, for a minute.

 

 

"...you really did it to...get me back?"

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"Of course."

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"You missed me," he mumbles into Jean's shoulder.

And then – "You figured out. How to get me back."

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"Yeah." Touching the bruises on his neck, a little smugly: "I did."

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"And now you're mine forever," he says, almost singing it even though his voice is still unsteady.

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"Until I die. You promised."

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"I did."

A somewhat more confident cuddle.

"And you'll have my collar, and all my marks, and everything."

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"Because I'm yours," in a tone that's maybe a tiny bit asking for reassurance.

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"Because you're mine."

He touches Jean's neck again, then trails a hand down his chest and aside to the gauze on his hip.

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Happy noise. "And what are you going to do with me?"

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"Anything I want."

He presses down on the stitched wound a little.

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"Well, yes."

Interested noise.

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"...except I want to take your stitches out, and it hasn't even been a day yet."

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Snuggle. "So?"

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"I'm worried it'll ruin your design if I let it scar."

Touch.

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"You could take them out and put them back in again." He doesn't like the pain but he likes Sky enjoying him so much.

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"Maybe. Maybe I'll try to wait."

His fingers start exploring other bruises – the ones on Jean's back, from the caning, first.

"Maybe I'll just stitch a new cut."

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"Mmm. Anything you want."

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...hmm.

This kind of thing isn't enough anymore.

He doesn't want to really take him apart, not so quickly, but...

He scoots up a little and starts to cuff Jean's hands.

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He doesn't resist, of course.

He does look a little concerned. Sky isn't pleased.

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When he's cuffed, Sky gets up and disappears into the closet.

 

He's gone a while.

 

When he comes back he has the cattle prod.

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Oh fuck.

He's terrified. And Sky -- Sky obviously wants to see him terrified -- but.

There's a first order of business.

"Did I," he asks shakily, "do something wrong, Sky?"

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There.

That's it. That's the face he wanted to see.

"No."

He switches it on.

"I just want to hear you scream."

Then he jams the tip into Jean's side.

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He screams. Through a clenched jaw, because every muscle in his body is contracting painfully. His hands yank against the handcuffs; he tries to roll away, without voluntary action of any sort.

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When he takes it away, he waits a few moments for Jean to start thinking again.

He wants him to know the next one is coming.

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It takes a few moments for the pain to shift to whimpering terror.

He manages to gasp "I love you." Thank you doesn't make it past his lips.

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He laughs.

The next one is on his hip – the other side from the stitches, a small mercy.

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He manages -- just barely -- to keep still as it comes at him.

Once it touches him, he's struggling away again instantly. With only his hands restrained, he has a fair range of motion, although it's horribly hard to move while being electrocuted.

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He raises an eyebrow as he pulls it away.

"You just can't keep still, huh."

(It's not fair, and he knows it.)

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He'd hated the single lesson in which he'd taken electricity, at school. Nothing is worse than this -- the way it takes over his body, moves his muscles with its burning fingers. He hated it then, and he hates it now, more than even the pain would justify.

"I'm sorry, Sky," he chokes out. "I'll do better."

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He smiles at him, before he presses the end of the prod into his thigh.

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He does better. Not perfectly -- he still keeps moving away, as he screams and tries to wrench his hands from the handcuffs -- but better, more often arresting his own motions.

When Sky stops, he's crying uncontrollably.

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Oh, good.

He sits down next to his head, strokes his hair.

"Do you want it to stop, precious thing? Be honest."

He's still holding the prod.

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He’s not stupid. He knows it’s not an offer. 

“Yes.” (Sob.) “Yes, Sky, I do.”

Not please. He’s not asking. Just answering. 

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He leans down and kisses him full on the mouth, deeply, loving and wanting.

Then he moves back just far enough and prods him in the stomach.

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It's much much worse.

He can't scream. He can't get air to scream. He nearly throws up. He can't think of anything but the blinding pain, the way it crawls inside his skin and wears him, a glove on a demon's hand.

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Sky watches his face contort and his muscles twitch and he smiles and smiles and smiles.

He flicks the prod off when he pulls it away.

"How many times did you have to do this to me to make me come? You don't remember, do you?"

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"Th. Th." His tongue feels thick in his mouth. He thinks he might have bitten it; everything hurts too much to be sure. "Thirty ... four."

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"Thirty-four."

He relishes saying it aloud, rolls it off his tongue like he's tasting it.

"I don't know if you'd survive thirty more times."

He turns it on again, off again.

"Do you think we should find out?"

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It's the cruelest possible way to ask him.

If Sky had said do you want, he would have begged with everything he had to be spared. If Sky had said can you take, he might have said no -- it might even have been the truth.

But. Do you think we should. In his professional judgement -- "yes, Sky."

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"–oh, you do."

On, and it stays that way.

"I was going to let you go – but if you can still say yes, I think we have to."

He stands up again.

"Don't worry. I'll count for you."

And then he begins.

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He cries; he screams. Very quickly, he loses the ability not to struggle.

Not long after that, he loses the ability to struggle.

At no point is he coherent enough to beg.

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At some point, the prod ends up on the bedside table, and Sky ends up sitting on the side of the bed, watching him, one hand resting over his heart.

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He can barely tell. Everything hurts so much and he can't breathe for crying and none of his muscles will answer him and he's afraid, afraid, afraid.

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Sky lies down next to him and leans in right next to his ear and croons to him, a rambling lullaby melody, invented as he sings.

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He'd cling to Sky if moving didn't hurt so much.

As it is, he just tries to cry more quietly.

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He can do the clinging for himself. Cuddle up to him, lay his head on his arm where it's bound out away from his side, start to kiss over his neck and his collarbone and his chest.

Between little sections of melody, he speaks to him, always the same - I love you, I love you, I love you.

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Even for that, he can't get it up right now.

He shivers, a little, cries a little less.

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He touches his cock a little, just because he knows it won't be enough to make him hard, the same way he pets at the rest of his body.

"I love you like this," he says, "I love when you hurt for me, I love when you cry for me..."

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It's uniquely cruel; at any other time this would be so good, he'd be kissing Sky's feet and begging to come, but right now all he can feel is pain and fear.

(Sky doesn't have to be done. Sky could hurt him more any time he pleases. Sky could tell him he was done and hurt him more anyway. He could do anything. He will always be able to do anything.)

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He lays his head down against Jean's chest.

"I can hear your heart," he murmurs. "You're so scared."

 

He'll lie there, listening, for quite a while.

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It doesn't slow by much.

(Sky likes him scared. It would be just like Sky to be waiting to hear his heartbeat slow, for him to feel safe, before he hurts him again. The thought is enough to keep him on edge, make his heart jump again whenever he feels himself calming.)

He is dead fucking exhausted and everything hurts and all he can think about is how he can stop it from happening again. (He can't. There's no way he can stop it.)

How the fuck did Sky come from this?

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Eventually, Sky kisses him on the mouth, and gets up to put the cattle prod away.

(He gives it pride of place, next to his old things.)

When he comes back from the closet, he's empty-handed, and when he reaches the side of the bed he leans down to undo one of the cuffs.

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This might mean they're done.

It might also mean that Sky has a devious plan.

Conveniently, in either case his response is to whimper softly in pain.

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He comes around the bed to undo the other cuff, and then he crawls up behind Jean to pull his head into his lap.

"Poor thing."

He strokes his hair gently.

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This is nice even if it is part of a devious plan.

Tiny sigh.

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So cute.

“So good. So good and mine.”

Pet pet pet.

“Was that the worst thing I’ve ever done to you, precious thing?”

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Shudder.

Headshake.

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“Was it worse when I sang to you?”

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Tiny tiny nod.

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So! Cute!

He’s going to give Jean a very thorough petting, and wait to interrogate him for a little while, because he’s just so fragile and trembly and quiet right now and Sky needs to protect him.

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He does relax. Slowly, slowly, hurting and trembling and crying, but he does go soft under Sky's touch, bit by bit.

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“If anyone else ever hurts you, I’ll kill them,” he says, softly. “I’ll take them apart.”

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He doesn't even know whether to class it as protective or possessive.

"Yours."

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It's both.

"Mine."

He picks up one of Jean's wrists and kisses each of the three parallel cuts in turn.

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His Sky is so good to him.

"Love you."

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"Love you."

 

After a minute, he slips out from behind Jean and stands again.

"Do you think you can stand up, precious thing?"

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Oh he likes it when Sky calls him that.

He tries to stand. He has excellent balance, so he manages it for a good three seconds before his muscles give out in protest and his knees buckle beneath him.

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Sky is there to catch him and lay him back down.

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"Sorry."

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“It’s okay. You did your best.”

He lies back down with him and picks up his phone.

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That's not how it works. People get credit for trying their best; things are good enough or they aren't.

He doesn't say this, of course. A good slave doesn't contradict his owner, even when his owner doesn't quite have the hang of being an owner.

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Sky’s gaze flicks over to him, for a moment, searching.

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...then he returns to ordering food.

Once he’s done, he gets up and disappears into the bathroom.

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He's lonely. And cold. And he hurts.

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He comes back nude, with damp skin and no dressing on his side.

When he returns to bed, he pulls a blanket over Jean before he lies down.

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Something's the matter.

Something's wrong and Sky is punishing him for it by going away, being distant, just the way he did that one terrible time, and Jean doesn't know what it is.

"I'm sorry."

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"Are you?"

He stares up at the ceiling.

"Tell me what you were thinking."

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"That I'm cold and afraid and you're -- going cold, that same way you did the first time -- and I don't know why and I'm scared."

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"Before that."

He reaches out for Jean's hand, hesitates, doesn't take it.

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That hurts, too, the offer and then the refusal, like a punch to the gut.

(Other things that hurt: every single muscle in his body.)

(He's so cold.)

"That it doesn't matter if I did my best. People do their best. Things aren't good enough."

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"...that's wrong."

He rolls to face him and very deliberately takes his hand, despite flinching a little from the contact.

"I didn't ask you to stand up because I thought you could do it. I asked because I wanted to see you try for me."

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He didn't think it was possible for touching him to hurt worse than not touching him.

He pulls away.

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He looks between his empty hand and Jean, suddenly disoriented, lost.

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He curls up. Or tries to. His muscles scream too much for him to manage more than a suggestion of it.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was bad. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you. Please, Sky, punish me."

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"–that's the opposite of what I'm trying to tell you!"

He feels somehow like he's brought this on himself.

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"I'm too bad for you to touch me..."

He's shaking. It hurts like fuck, his overstrained muscles working involuntarily.

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"No!"

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"It's just – hard! When you're judging and not saying it!"

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"I can't say it! It's not my place!"

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"...you know your rule about art? From before?"

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"...yes?"

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"I think that was doing something important."

 

"It's not better if you don't say it. I just don't know about it. So, next time, you're going to say it."

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"Yes, Sky."

He hates this rule already. Does Sky know how often -- he loves Sky very much, but Sky has never been taught to be an owner, Sky errs in a thousand little ways every day -- does he need to say this -- no, this is different, he thinks it's an imprudent rule but it's not a wrong one...

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"You're terrible at this."

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If Sky had been clear he wouldn't -- no, wait -- "you don't know how to give clear instructions and it makes it very hard to follow them."

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"...okay. That one's fair. How do I get better at that?"

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"Practice. A teacher, ideally. Making sure you yourself know what it is you want. A good slave isn't a computer, you don't need to spell out every step; if what you want is 'to have you at hand when I want you,' you'll often do better to say that, rather than trying to lay out where to be and when. If you want something very unusual, and you want it done readily, don't just order the slave to do it, say they won't be punished for it. If you want to know how you could have given that particular order better, I can tell you."

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The last part, especially, is hard to swallow.

But he's in love. It doesn't matter if it's hard.

 

"...I don't want you to be...resenting that I don't know how to do this all the time. I want to know so I can learn how to be better or so I can tell you why I'm doing what I'm doing, so you don't think it's just me being stupid if it's not. I–"

He cuts himself off.

"Tell me. How to give it better."

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"That was better already. Telling me what you want, so I know what to give you. The first time, you just told me to say it, you didn't tell me what it was. I didn't know why you gave the order; I could guess you wouldn't want me to wake you in the night if I was thinking something, but I couldn't guess whether you'd want me to interrupt you, whether you'd want to hear it if you were angry. I didn't know if you were planning to punish me if you didn't like what you heard; I'd tell you regardless, of course, but I didn't know whether to be couching it in polite words or not. And telling a slave they must always speak their mind, about anything, is a risky business; it leaves the slave guessing how many passing thoughts you want to hear, whether they should do so in public, when you're busy or angry or tired..."

He trails off, shakes his head. "And of course I don't think you're stupid. I've had thirty years of training. You haven't had thirty days."

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"I know I'm not smart. Just – I don't want to be...careless."

He thinks over what Jean told him.

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"That's the only stupid thing I've ever heard you say." This is not appropriate at all but he doesn't really care. "Of course you're smart."

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Sky raises an eyebrow.

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He looks back, as level as he can manage when he could barely sit up if he tried. "It's true. And you can hurt me for it if you want, it was worth saying it."

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Oh.

(How did he get something as amazing as this?)

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"I like that you said it but I'm going to need an example."

(And...maybe he wants to hear Jean say something sincerely nice about him, something that was apparently important enough to risk getting hurt even more after what Sky just did to him.)

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"I told you when we began that I wanted to hear from your vocal instructor that he was impressed with your progress each week, and I never did have to punish you for that. Your thoughts on literature are worth listening to -- you didn't think I asked all my slaves for commentary on what they read, did you? -- even though your file doesn't list much in the way of formal education. Your progress in French has been remarkable. I never had to tell you something twice because you forgot the first time. You saw what I was, when no one ever had -- when I hadn't, even. You've learned this as you do it and you're still better than half the new owners I meet."

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–oh. That's a lot of examples.

"...maybe you have a point."

He's relaxed enough that when he takes Jean's hand again, it's easy to touch him, despite the current general topic of conversation.

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Jean clings to it like a lifeline.

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Oh. Right. His slave.

"I'm sorry I scared you when I didn't mean to."

He kisses Jean's knuckles.

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"Thank you, Sky." Shiver. "Please, Sky, may I cuddle you? I'm so cold..."

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"Yes, you may."

Sky will get under the blanket and help him. It's probably very hard for him to move enough to cuddle him properly.

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It is. But it doesn't stop him trying.

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Sky cuddles him, and pets his bruised throat, and entangles himself with him as much as he can without forcing Jean to exercise his aching muscles.

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He stays there, content, until someone knocks at the door, and he’s forced to pull himself grumbling out of bed.

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He loves Sky so much.

He makes a little distressed sound when he goes.

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Cute. He pats him before he gets up all the way.

Sky halfway clothes himself (why would he need a shirt to answer the door?) and disappears out the bedroom door.

When he returns (a little while after the door slams), he has a tray full of sushi and gyoza.

...he might have gotten conveniently bite-sized foods so it would be easier to hand-feed them to his adorably exhausted slave.

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So much he loves him so much.

Sky's fingers spend more time in his mouth than strictly necessary for feeding purposes.

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They do.

He might touch Jean's lips and tongue a little more than he needs to, while they're there.

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It's nice.

Are people supposed to get turned on from having their lips and tongue touched, when they're aching all over and cold and still a little scared? This can't possibly be how people are supposed to work.

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Is it easier to understand if Sky uses his mouth instead?

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Is moaning against his mouth an answer?

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Oh, good. Sky didn't break that.

...he might as well touch and make sure everything is in working order.

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He can't squirm, really, but he can make plaintive noises.

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"Poor thing."

Pet pet.

"Does this hurt, too?"

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"Hurts when I try to move. Hurts when I tense," and it's so hard not to, his stomach muscles, his thigh muscles -- "hurts when you stop," and he might at any moment.

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"Poor thing," he says again, with feeling.

(He remembers aching the next morning, and he's so much more used to this kind of thing. Jean's so new, so fragile by comparison.)

"Can you show me how long you can lift your arm?"

He hasn't stopped touching him.

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He tries, for Sky.

 

For Sky, he manages a good twenty seconds, arm shaking, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, before he can't keep it up any longer.

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Oh, beautiful.

He kisses Jean's shoulder – stops touching him – ducks under the blanket.

 

A kiss low on his abdomen.

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"Ohhh..."

His abdomen's rising and falling, rapid, fluttering.

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If Jean is hurt, Sky will take care of him.

He holds Jean's hips down and brushes him with his lips.

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"...oh, Sky, that's good, that's good..."

He's never -- no, he's been kissed there before; but none of the times before counted.

He suddenly very, very much wants to know what a blowjob is like when you like it.

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He smiles against his skin and then takes him just barely into his mouth, just enough to feel the weight on his tongue, sucks gently and keeps a firm grip on his hips.

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He makes an inhuman noise.

His hips try to move, but Sky's grip isn't necessary; he doesn't have the strength for it anyway.

"Fuck, Sky, your mouth..."

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He laughs around him and takes him a little deeper.

Curious, he takes his hands away.

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He moves exactly like someone who is trying very, very hard to fuck up into Sky's mouth, but can't make his abused muscles budge more than a quarter-inch.

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He laughs again and pulls away, slides up out from under the blanket so he can lay his chin on Jean's chest and look up at him.

"Is it that good?"

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He nods, earnestly. "It's so good, you're so good. Almost as good as kissing."

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"You like kissing...a lot."

Not that he's opposed.

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"I love you," he points out.

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"That's still not usually how it works."

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"...but I think it's cute."

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"...as long as you like it."

Now he's looking bashful about it.

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Well, that sounds like a cue to kiss him.

(He'll get back to what he was doing before later.)

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Did he mention that he likes this a lot? He likes this a lot.

He kisses Sky like he's thirsty, like he's completely forgotten about what Sky was doing before.

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He pulls back too soon.

"I should probably be saving that, then."

He sounds very reluctant.

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"Oh, please, Sky..."

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“You’re supposed to find out what your slave likes the most to reward them, right?”

Stroking him again.

“What would you do for a kiss if I didn’t let you anymore?”

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"I'd beg you to fetch the cattle prod again and fuck me with it."

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Oh.”

He’s gone all trembly, eyes wide.

“Oh—”

He’s hard as steel against Jean’s hip.

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"Please don't make me, Sky."

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He’s taken his hand off Jean to touch himself instead.

“Oh, but you would be so—”

Quiet moan.

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He presses his forehead to Sky's shoulder, trembling.

"Please no, Sky. Please, I'm scared."

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“It would tear you up inside, wouldn’t it—”

He’s breathless.

One hand returns to Jean’s cock, strokes it once and then moves lower.

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He's crying softly with terror, pressing into Sky as if Sky might protect him from himself, and yet he can't quite go soft. "Sky, I'm afraid, I don't want it, please don't..."

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“I won’t make you.”

He starts to fuck Jean roughly on his fingers.

“But you told me what you would do.”

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"Oh..."

It hurts. He doesn't do this often. And it's hard to relax when everything hurts and he's so, so afraid.

He almost begs for Sky just to kiss him. But he remembers the last time he tried that.

(Sky will do it. He knows Sky will. It isn't just for play.)

 

"...please ... Sky..."

He can't say it. He can't make it pass his lips. How can he ask for...

"......please -- do it -- only kiss me after, please, please..."

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"I want to hear you say it."

He strokes Jean's face with his free hand.

"It would make me so happy."

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Oh.

Well.

How can he say no to that?

"Please, Sky, fuck me with the cattle prod," he gasps, and there's tears streaming down his terrified face and his voice is shaking. "Please tear me apart and ruin me and make me scream and, and, do all the things to me that I'm afraid of, violate me with pain and lightning and -- only please, Sky, kiss me when you're done..."

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He drinks it in, shudders with bliss.

 

"I'll hurt you so much."

He kisses him on his forehead.

"But not today."

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He cries harder.

"Please, Sky, was I not good enough, I'll do better, I'll beg so prettily ... please, I want you to ravage me -- ravish me -- I want you in me so much and I want you to give me pain instead, Sky, Sky..."

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“Precious thing—”

He leans in to kiss him, and it’s only with incredible effort that he stops himself and brushes his lips over Jean’s cheek instead.

“I just wanted to hear you beg—but you’re so good at it...”

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"I want you to kiss me, Sky ... do you want me to do it to myself, do you want to watch, please, let me be good for you..."

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“You would really do it for me, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs.

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“I want you to kiss me so much, Sky, I need it like breathing...”

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He laughs, and touches Jean's lips with his fingertips, and then kisses him deep and hungry and delighted.

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He moans against Sky’s mouth, kisses and kisses and kisses him. 

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He was going to stop to talk to him but he finds that he can't – this is just too good and he can take it from Jean as much as he wants and it doesn't even feel like taking, to him.

He moves his fingers inside him slowly and sucks and bites at his lips and hums his satisfaction.

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He can’t remember ever being happier. He responds to every motion, every touch, a thousand little noises and tiny helpless exhausted squirms, kissing Sky like every kiss is I love you. 

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He can do this for a while.

After a few minutes, he withdraws his fingers and rearranges himself.

He ends up sprawled on top of Jean, pinning him with his weight – as if he's going anywhere – with his head laid on a pillow, Jean's face turned to the side so Sky can give him long, lingering kisses without so much as lifting his head. He glows with soft, languid contentment.

(The way he shifts and rolls his hips seems almost like an afterthought.)

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It's so wonderful.

Every moment Sky isn't kissing him, Jean gasps adoration, gratitude, pleas for another kiss, please Sky, please don't stop, it's so good. He tells him he loves him, over and over and over. He's forgotten entirely about his aching neglected cock.

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“I like using you this way too,” he says quietly, between kisses.

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“I’m so glad — I always want to be good enough that you want to use me — I love you, Sky...”

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"I love you too, precious thing."

He kisses him between words.

"More – than – anything."

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His cock jumps against his thigh; he kisses Sky more hungrily still.

He could never, ever get enough of this.

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It's a while before he speaks again.

"...maybe, if you're very good, I'll have you edge until I can make you come just like this."

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He whimpers, agonized. "Oh -- please..."

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A kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"And if you don't behave, I can stop you from kissing anything above my knees."

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"I'll be so good for you, Sky." Shiver. "Please don't ever let me be so bad you won't even let me kiss your feet. I don't think I could bear it."

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“I’ll do my very best. And you’ll help me.”

...now it’s time to pet him.

“Because you’re a good slave.”

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"Thank you, Sky."

Worshipful gazing.

"Please do the thing you said before. I want it so much."

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“...okay.”

His hand slides down off Jean’s head to his chest.

“But I’m going to wait for your collar to come.”

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"Thank you, Sky." He's so happy.

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He cuddles in a little closer.

"I should go throw the boxes away. But you're so warm."

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"I c'n do it," he offers, inaccurately.

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"You definitely can't."

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"But I love you," he says, as if making a cogent counterpoint.

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"You do. But you still can't stand up!"

He kisses him on the cheek.

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"Yeahh ... but you like it when I try."

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So cute.

"I do! But if you tried you'd have to sit up."

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"Oh," he says, consideringly, and snuggles in closer.

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"Mmmhmm. Thought so."

Nuzzle.

"You can stay here and be warm for me instead."

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"I'll be very good," he says, earnestly.

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He struggles a little to keep from laughing.

"You will. You'll be very very good."

One of Jean's arms is now exclusively for Sky to cuddle. No other use is allowed.

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He is pretty sure that is what all of him is for actually.

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He is right.

 

...Sky will, maybe, doze off a little clinging to him.

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His Sky is so warm and so soft and so good and if he's asleep Jean can sneak in very very soft kisses on his forehead and cheekbones and shoulders and the top of his head.

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He makes the occasional quiet noise of contentment in his sleep.

At one of the kisses on his cheek, he stirs, reaching up half-awake to touch Jean's face.

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He freezes, caught and trying not to wake him.

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He blinks his heavy eyelids open.

"...ffface," he says, clearly not quite conscious yet.

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"...yes, that's mine."

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Squint.

"Were you doing something."

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"Kissing your cheek," he admits, sheepish.

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"Put your head back on the pillow."

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He complies, shamefaced. 

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Sky leans over and kisses Jean's cheek.

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...oh!

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"Now I got mine too."

He cuddles back in close to Jean's chest.

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“You’re not angry?” he asks, a trifle anxiously. 

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He thinks about it.

"...no, not right now. Maybe I should be, but that's a stupid way to be an owner."

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Snuggle!! Petting Sky’s hair. 

“I’m glad. I love you. Thank you.”

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–!!

He nuzzles up into Jean's hand, sighing happily.

"MmmmI love you. I like that you were...trying to kiss me...even though you might have gotten in trouble."

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"Kissing you a lot," he admits. "I never get to kiss you on the cheek or the forehead or ... you're so beautiful, there's so many parts of you to kiss."

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...he pushes Jean gently aside and stretches out on the bed.

"Find more."

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"--thank you."

He can find so many. He's fantasized about this, sweeping the floor, doing the dishes, in the gym. He places gentle kisses on the palms of Sky's hands, on his eyelids, behind his knees, over his heart -- proceeding not in any sensible order, but as he's overcome with the desire to kiss each place.

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He starts to laugh, when he feels Jean's lips on the inside of his knee, and he doesn't stop – he had some kind of plan, to make it a loving torment, but it just makes him so happy.

"More more more–"

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More more more!! His fingertips and his earlobes and the back of his neck where the soft fuzz starts, the arch of his foot and the dimples on his hips and his navel and the tip of his nose and under his chin and the beauty mark on one shoulder and the lovely pink-brown edge of an areola.

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His legs end up, somehow, around Jean's waist, and he smiles and laughs and squirms underneath him.

"Mine, mine, I love you!"

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"Yours," Jean agrees, "yours," and kisses down the ladder of his ribs on one side and up the other, kisses his elbow and the point of each eyebrow and the soft skin on his side just below his armpit.

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He shudders with bliss.

“Come here—my mouth now—”

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He's there in a moment, eagerly, kissing him with devout focused joy, clinging to him as he kisses.

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He recieves the kiss gladly, for a minute, kissing back lazily, luxuriating in the feeling.

 

“Mm—do you still hurt?”

He’s rubbing up just barely against Jean, now.

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"Mmmyes..."

Jean, who's had no relief since that half-finished blowjob, is rocking against him in return, barely conscious of it.

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Sky laughs, hums affectionately and flips them over.

“It’ll probably feel interesting, then...”

Reaching aside for lube, slicking himself up and kissing Jean briefly but deeply on the mouth.

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He moans, voice quavering, spreading his legs. “Please, Sky, yes.”

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“I thought about making you ride me, but I don’t think you’d be great at it right now...”

He does him the favor of entering him slowly, this time, giving him time to adjust.

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Everything hurts but this hurts best. 

“Love you so much...”

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Sky laughs, kisses him, moans quietly as he starts to fuck him.

"So good – hopeless slave..."

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"Your hopeless slave..." (Moan. It hurts so good.)

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“For—ever—and—ever.”

He punctuates each word with a particularly pointed thrust.

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"Your -- ah -- y-yours, please..."

He's recovered enough to reach for Sky, reach for himself.

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He stops and smacks away the hand that’s reaching down.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

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He halfway moans at the slap.

"Yours, yours, so good, love you..."

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“Do I have to tie you down again?”

Now he moves again.

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"If you want -- anything you want..."

Hands on Sky, pulling him closer.

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He will allow this but only because it feels so good to be held.

He starts to gasp and sigh, eyes fluttering closed to concentrate on the sensation.

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It hurts (it's good) but the rest of the aching has receded enough that it's hard to let it keep him back from the edge.

"Sky -- oh, Sky, too good..."

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He stops and pets him instead, shivering, biting his lip.

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Whimper. "Please Sky I would like it so much if you kept using me and let me come."

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"No, you have to wait. Remember?"

Pet pet.

"For your kiss."

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"Ohh...."

He makes a despairing noise, and his hips twitch, but he doesn't protest further.

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Sky starts to move again, slowly, after giving him a moment to calm himself.

"You can't come."

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Oh Sky saying that does the opposite of help.

"I love you, I love you, Sky, it's so hard..."

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"Do it anyway – mmh – because you love me –"

A sigh that breaks halfway into a moan.

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"I do -- more than anything -- Sky -- want you to make it hard for me, want to be good for you..."

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Well.

Okay.

He stops trying to control his pace as he leans in to kiss him. Just briefly, just once, at first.

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He gasps into the kiss, leans up into it, tries to draw it out.

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He's yanked back promptly by his hair.

"Ah–be good–"

Another, and another, each just a shade too quick.

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No, no, too cruel, how can he be good for kisses -- it's so much to ask of him at the same time, and he's crying as he tries to be good, crying as he opens his lips and his legs for Sky.

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"So good."

Kiss. Moan.

"So pretty."

Kiss, and then a kiss under each eye, lips brushed down his tear-streaked cheeks.

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It's so hard, it's so hard to be good for him -- but it's good for it to be hard, because then Sky will be pleased with him, Sky will be proud of him, Sky will love him.

Besides. Floating like this, awash in blissful torment -- what could be better?

He tries to move to make it good for Sky. He wants so badly to be good.

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He's rewarded, somewhat, for his efforts – Sky's hips stutter and he moans a little louder and his face ends up buried in Jean's neck.

He makes the same little noise as always when he's close.

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"Oh -- oh..."

He's just trying, now, to shift so it hurts him, so it isn't too good, so he can bear it moment by moment.

"Please ... please, oh, please ... please Sky come for me..."

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From the noise he makes into Jean's shoulder, the broken little whine of frustration, he's just stopped himself right on the edge.

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Oh no.

Oh no he hasn't even been good enough for -- "please, Sky, please... please I want you so much..."

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"You said for you–"

He shudders, rolls his hips a little in spite of himself.

"Tell me. Tell me how that's a slave's thing to say. So I can come."

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He struggles and struggles and struggles for words, losing them to the motion of Sky's hips.

 

 

"I," he manages, finally, fingernails pressed into his palms as he tries to concentrate, "can't. Come."

"Please. You instead. For me."

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Oh. That does it.

He pumps his hips twice more and whimpers into Jean's shoulder and comes.

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It's so fucking good.

He's left crying and aching and dripping, falling apart and gasping nonsense intermingled with thank you, thank you, love you.

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"Good," he breathes, "good," and his voice is trembling just like his body and his arms have wrapped around Jean by themselves.

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He's good. He's good; that's all that matters; nothing else could possibly matter.

He moans, very softly, and clings to Sky.

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...he's warm. And soft. And very good.

 

Sky is dozing a little again.

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It is very hard to be paid no mind to, right now, but Jean will be good for him anyway. He will be so, so good.

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Occasionally Sky nuzzles his neck, gives him a sleepy little kiss on whatever skin happens to be in front of his lips.

He'll have thoughts again in a minute. Just a minute.

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That is very good. It is not enough but, by design, nothing he can have is enough right now.

He is here for Sky to hold and nuzzle and that is the important thing.

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Eventually, he blinks up at him drowsily.

"...c'n you move?"

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He considers this.

"Think so."

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"Get the trash out of here and then come back to me."

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"Yes, Sky."

He limps, a little, leaning on the wall for support, and it takes him longer than it usually would.

When he returns, he hesitates by the bed, uncertain of his welcome.

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He reaches out without opening his eyes.

"Here."

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Oh good. Snuggles.

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"...mine."

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"Yours."

(Teeny tiny squirm.)

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He laughs, softly and sleepily.

"Aaalways."

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Oh he's so pretty when he laughs.

"Always and forever. Thank you, Sky."

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"Mmhmm."

A little kiss on the top of his head, and he snuggles up even closer.

Sleeping might just stick, this time.

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Jean just might join him.

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The next few days are...as uneventful as one could really ask for, given the situation.

Sky has him start edging again, four times a day rather than on the hour this time. He allows him in the room while he practices. He decides the second time he comes back from the gym that Jean should be cleaning him up every time. He canes him for small infractions and tries a few floggers on him just for fun.

He starts figuring out better instructions, over the next few days. Chores should be done without him needing to ask, and he'll tell him if he needs him free (unless he wants to watch him scramble and drop everything, which he thinks is equally valid). Clothes in the house while working, but be prepared to get rid of them. Sky is still "Sky", even out of the house, absent some reason to change it (probably related to the sabotage mission).

His attitude varies, during the day, moods changing on a dime, but every night he showers him with affection.

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Edging four times a day leaves him desperately affectionate, clinging to Sky whenever he can, gazing at him all the time, hanging on his words, all more than he already does. He cries sometimes; he never begs. Occasionally, especially if Sky has been moody, he has to ask Sky for help.

Being in the room while Sky practices is the best thing in the world. Cleaning him up after the gym isn't bad either.

Jean kind of likes some of the floggers; they're an interesting sensory experience. He doesn't like the cane. That one almost always makes him cry.

He follows instructions exceptionally well, never needing to be told anything twice, starting to anticipate what Sky wants as he gets a sense of him. Sometimes he offers criticism on how Sky gives the instructions. Sometimes he offers advice, which (apparently out of some obscure sense of fair play) is as likely as not to be unpleasant for him. Things Sky shouldn't let him get away with. Things Sky could have said to hurt more.

He loves the evenings. He lives for the evenings.

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On one particular night, after Sky runs a long errand somewhere, he's especially cuddly, smiling even as he falls asleep.

 

 

The next morning, Jean wakes up cuffed to the bed (ankles and wrists both, this time) and gagged.

Sky is naked at the end of the bed, lying on his stomach, kicking his feet idly off the edge. He's back in his collar.

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!!!

"Mmmm mmph mmm," Jean says, articulately.

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Sky looks up.

"Good morning, monsieur," he chirps, chin in his hand.

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"Mmmmmmmph mm."

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“Shh. I’m talking now.”

He crawls up the bed to perch near Jean’s head.

“You’re a very deep sleeper, monsieur. When you have some help, I mean.”

He reaches down to stroke his hair.

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He loves him he loves him he loves him.

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“You know — you take a lot of calls around me, monsieur. Like nobody is listening.”

Reaching behind his head.

“But I can’t follow up, because I don’t know any of your passwords.”

—there’s the buckle.

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....oh, right.

Oh right this plan. Fuck fuck fuck.

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He starts to undo the buckle.

"And, monsieur – I'm going to get them out of you eventually. I know nobody's expecting you for a few days, so I have lots of time. You should think about how hard you want your life to be after I'm done."

Strap pulled out, prong pulled back.

"I know you're not very attached to sex, but..."

And the gag comes out.

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He briefly contemplates the fact that, if he were a softworld type, he'd safeword out at this point.

If Sky doesn't kill him, his sister will.

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He's going to give him a few seconds. See if he decides to say anything at all.

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He does not appear to be intending to do so.

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This really isn't how it's supposed to go.

He reaches behind him and locates Jean's watch and taps at it until his collar opens, sets that aside and just looks at him.

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He has still not been given permission to talk.

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It takes him a minute.

"–that was part of the act, it wasn't–"

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"...I never told you that. At all."

He pulls up his knees to his chest.

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"Sky," he says, softly. Pleadingly. Don't be sad.

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"I just did it because I thought it'd be better if you didn't know and now it won't even be a surprise the next time–"

He cuts himself off and mouths something to himself.

"...and you should tell me what else happened. So I can figure out if I need to punish you or if it was my fault."

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Oh no Sky won't like this.

 

"My passwords -- my sister would be really angry, if I told you my passwords. She does cybersecurity. Trains slaves in it and everything."

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"...does she have them?"

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"--no, of course not, she'd be angry if I told her, too."

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"...she's an expert," he says, quietly, to himself. "She doesn't have them either so it's not about having things I can't have. He doesn't get to have his own things but it might be important for keeping them safe. It wasn't about keeping them safe, it was about keeping her from being angry. But maybe that's how he keeps track."

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Wow he's so in love.

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He glances over at Jean.

"Is it how you keep track?"

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"I think so. It's how I keep track of ... not being a bad person."

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He nods.

"And there are definitely," he says to himself, tone almost scolding, "things he wouldn't do because I would be mad. I already decided that she gets to have some things, because otherwise nothing works and she's not bad. It's not good that he wouldn't–no I didn't tell him to do something, he just had feelings, I can't stop him from having feelings and anyway I don't want to."

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"What else would she be mad about?"

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"...if I killed someone who didn't deserve it, or raped someone, or hurt a child, or desecrated a Sefer Torah, or took down arxiv dot org, or -- do you want the whole list..."

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He considers, then shakes his head.

"Just things I might run into."

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"...she'd be angry if you killed me and she didn't get a chance to say goodbye. She'd be angry if I told you things that aren't mine to tell -- her secrets, other people's secrets. She'd be angry if I fucked a teenager. She'd be angry if you -- damaged my relationship with her -- wouldn't let me talk to her properly, that sort of thing. ... She might be angry if you broke me for a bad reason."

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"...what even counts as a bad reason."

He doesn't want to break him, but somehow resents the idea that he wouldn't be allowed.

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"...wanting to is a good reason. A misunderstanding is a bad reason."

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"...oh."

He nods.

"I'd be mad at her if she wasn't."

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"I love you."

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“—I love you too.”

Momentarily distracted by affection.

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"...I'm sorry I ruined your surprise."

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"You can help me fix it later."

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"Thank you." There's a note of desperate, worshipful gratitude in his voice.

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"I went and picked up your things yesterday."

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"Thank you, Sky." He looks positively eager.

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"What are you thanking me for?"

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"You got things for me!"

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He can't help but pet him a little.

"I haven't given them to you, yet. And some of them aren't going to be very fun for you."

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Petting!!!!

"I know. I love you."

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He's so good.

He ruffles his hair, looking absolutely besotted.

 

"I think I know how I'm going to punish you."

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...now he's scared.

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He taps Jean's nose and laughs.

"Don't worry. It was only a little your fault, so I'm only punishing you a little."

He gets up and makes his way out of the room.

"Stay!"

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...giggle.

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He comes back in, sets two boxes in front of Jean and then opens them both.

"You have to pick."

(It's the two cages Sky ordered.)

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He looks back and forth, between the spikes and the tube, with a sort of fascinated terror.

(He doesn't want to pick. He doesn't want to choose one of these things to happen to him.)

 

"...tube," he says, finally, in a small voice.

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"See? Not so hard."

He puts away the other box.

"It's a little bit sad for you that you've been edging so much, though."

He nudges the covers off the bed entirely, and starts to take the cage apart.

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He can't quite take his eyes off it.

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He's learned to just keep lube on the bedside table by now.

"Oh – is this going to be new?"

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"...yes."

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He looks delighted.

"Good. I didn’t get enough of your firsts.”

The back half of the cage goes on relatively simply. It’s the front, of course, that’s going to present complications. Especially given that Sky is now touching Jean’s cock as he makes sure the ring at the back is secure.

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Sky looking delighted only adds to the complications.

(Why did he choose this? He regrets everything.)

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“...I can’t put it on if you’re having this much fun.”

His hand slides down and he squeezes Jean’s balls sharply, just once.

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Gasp. Flinch.

(Fun?)

"I'm sorry, Sky." But still ... complicated. Sky is making that face.

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“It’s okay. I’m sure I can fix it.”

A sharp flick.

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He hisses sharply, trying very hard to cooperate with this endeavor before Sky escalates any further. 

(He has moderate success.)

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Moderate is good enough, for the moment.

Whether he’ll continue to be successful is anyone’s guess.

“Relax.”

He lines the bulbed end of the tube up with the tip of his cock and, after a moment checking the angle, presses it forward.

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Relax is a lot to ask.

It's startling -- and a little distressing -- how easily it goes in, at first. He hadn't known how vulnerable he was.

Then that's overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it, and he whines in distress even as he starts to get hard again.

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He laughs.

"You really can't help it."

Another sharp squeeze.

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"It's -- not actually voluntary, no..."

His voice is, to say the least, extremely strained.

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"You also really want me to make this hard for you, I guess."

He's going to see if he can finish getting the thing on before it becomes impossible.

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Not if he keeps making that face he can't -- oh, fuck, that actually hurts...

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He stops short as soon as he notices the flinch. (Definitely not good to force it.)

"I could just leave and try again later."

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He can't ruin it twice. "No, please -- I'm sorry, I'm trying..."

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"I know you are."

He pats his thigh.

"It's fun that you can't control yourself, anyway."

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He relaxes, just a little.

"I love you."

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"...if I say it back before I get this on it's just going to be hopeless, isn't it."

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"Yes," he admits.

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"Then you can hear me say nice things after you're locked up."

He's going to start pinching the insides of Jean's thighs, now, just for variety's sake.

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"Ow, fuck--"

This succeeds at being both painful and relatively unsexy.

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Oh, good. That means he can finally get the cage on far enough to close it up.

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It's ... intense? wrong? good? not painful but ... intense, he decides, squirming and making pitiful noises, intense is the word for it, being penetrated in an unbearably intimate way.

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And here’s the little padlock clicking shut.

He glances back and forth between Jean’s tortured expression and the cage, smiling.

“I think I’ll have to do this to you sometime while you can get hard.”

He runs a fingertip around the end of the device.

“I like having a new way to be inside you.”

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Fuck -- inside you, and the finger -- he makes a strangled noise, and struggles against his bonds for the first time.

(How long is Sky going to keep him like this? How can he possibly do anything when it's...)

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He laughs, watching him, rapt and fascinated.

Then he starts to undo the cuffs.

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Oh, fuck, no, he is not a fan of the implication that he is going to go on wearing this thing for -- some amount of time. Longer than just while Sky plays with him.

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He finishes removing the cuffs and flops down on the bed, chin in hands.

"Do you think you picked the right one?"

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When he's free, he curls up, whimpering, hands going protectively to his groin. Not that it helps.

"...I have," he manages, "no reason to think the other would be any better."

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"I have to tell you something."

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He crawls closer and leans in, chest pressed up against Jean's back, nips his ear before he whispers into it:

"I love you."

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He makes a strangled noise, curls almost into a fetal position.

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Giggle.

"–how does that feel. Nobody's ever done this to me."

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"It's like. Having you inside me. Having you under my skin -- it's so much, and it's almost good right up until it's not..."

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"Poor thing. You're so lucky."

He doesn't seem to consider this a contradiction in the least.

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"I am I am ... may I lay my head in your lap..."

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"You may."

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He curls up with his head in Sky's lap, one hand cupped over the cage, trembling with overload.

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He strokes his hair slowly.

(His lap is only moderately uncomfortable.)

"Precious thing...feeling so much for me..."

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He moans, a little, when Sky says precious thing.

"Please," he sighs, nuzzling into Sky's lap.

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...somewhat more uncomfortable, now.

"Well, you can, if you want it so much."

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"I want you," he says, mouthing at it, "in me," lick, "everywhere," and then he's done talking.

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oh.

It's amazing the difference a few words can make. He's shuddering at the attention, gasping and moaning, twitching against Jean's lips, mine mine mine mine so good so good.

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Jean is moaning, too, choking sometimes on sobs. (He can feel it, more and more, the more desperate he is, and it's so much, it's so good it's so bad...)

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When he’s right on the edge he manages enough willpower to pull his head partway back before he comes, sighing, trembling.

(He wants to see him swallow.)

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He swallows desperately, hungrily, moaning for it. Like it's the closest thing he's going to get to coming.

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Smart man.

He catches his breath.

"...in you everywhere."

He runs a finger along Jean's throat.

"Now a little more of you is me."

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He is just going to die, right here, in Sky's lap. That is the new plan.

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Sky coos and pets his hair.

 

"Hmm, so...obviously you can't really edge with this on, but I still want four a day...so I think we'll just save them up and do them all at once."

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"Please no," he whispers, clearly fully expecting it to be ignored.

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And isn't that beautiful.

"You'll want to be good, because if I decide not to let you out for a few days that's going to add up."

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He's actually shivering with apprehension, breathing quickly, clinging desperately to Sky.

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Aww.

"Is that scary?"

He pets him gently on the back of the neck.

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Whimper. Nod.

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"...you're making it so hard to decide what to do with you."

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"I'm sorry, Sky."

He's not managing very much contrition.

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"What's the worst part, do you think?"

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How about he just lies here and whimpers pathetically instead of answering that horrible, horrible question which will only be used to hurt him.

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"Jean," he says, warningly.

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Oh right that's scarier.

 

"...that I don't. Know when it will stop. Know if it will stop. That you could decide you liked any particular thing and do it to me forever, and that would just ... happen."

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A kiss on the cheek.

"But you'd hate it if I couldn't."

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Deeply fervent nodding.

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"I like that you understand."

Stroking his hair again.

"I'm going to be very careful picking what I decide to do to you forever."

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"Because you love me."

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"Because I love you."

(He's so soft!)

"You know – before I knew you were a slave, I had a dream that I got to die for you."

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"I love you."

 

"I'd die for you, if you wanted."

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...well, now he has to scoop him up and hold him properly.

"I don't want that, because then you'd be gone. But it's so nice that you would."

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He's so good, he's so good, he's so lucky.

"I would. I would. -- I'd play Russian roulette for you," he offers.

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He shivers.

"You would."

One of his hands slides up to Jean's temple.

"You'd be so pretty – and you'd cry..."

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"For you." Cling.

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"All for me," he says, singsong, and then he gives him a rather extended kiss on the mouth.

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"Yours," he agrees, beaming at Sky even as he squirms miserably.

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"And since you're mine, you have to make me breakfast now."

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"...you're so cruel to me."

He gets up, obediently, and heads off towards the kitchen, limping a little.

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He laughs, and he follows him out, to lounge on the couch and watch him.

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...oh. It's nice not to have to suffer alone.

(He's still sore and aching, and still desperate, and he can feel it inside him every moment and it's like Sky inside him as he goes about cooking breakfast.)

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Sky watches him between pages of his book (he's gotten back to it, now, after a few days without), squirms around getting comfortable on the couch, sings a few bars of a song under his breath every so often.

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He has trouble remembering to keep moving when Sky sings.

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–hmm.

Once, when he sees Jean slow down, he stops and whistles at him – a quick two notes, high and low, a sharp imperative.

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--that sends him scurrying, before he's even consciously registered it.

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–oh, that's fun.

He thinks he's going to run with this one.

He puts his book aside and spends the rest of the time tapping something out on his phone, looking back up at Jean occasionally.

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After a little while, Jean brings him crumpets with jam and clotted cream.

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...he has never actually had a crumpet.

 

It transpires that they are delicious. (He seems slightly startled by this the whole way through.)

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It's so good to be able to make him feel good this way too.

(Jean can't keep his hands off the cage, in the meantime. Every time he tries to stop, one of them finds its way back promptly enough, as though he'll be able to free himself this time. And then he catches himself, and his cheeks burn more with humiliation.)

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Sky – of course, being Sky – laughs at him.

"Do you need to sit on your hands?"

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He's absolutely crimson.

"--no, Sky."

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Oh, he loves it.

"Are you sure? It doesn't look like you can leave it alone."

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"I," he says, and then fails to form any more words.

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“I’ll give you one more chance,” he says, and he returns to his breakfast, keeping a careful eye on him, waiting for him to fail.

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He manages to hold out maybe a minute and a half.

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Sky notices immediately, and giggles.

Honestly, it’s like you’re in kindergarten.”

He taps the edge of the table.

“Hands up!”

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Apparently it is in fact possible for him to get redder.

He puts his hands on the table and squirms.

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Sky finishes his breakfast at an appropriately leisurely pace, and then shoos Jean off with the dishes.

(He waits in his chair, as always, in case Jean chooses to make a request.)

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Jean returns shortly to kneel at his feet, look up at him plaintively.

 

"Please pet me?"

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“...okay.”

Petting. High quality petting for soft slaves.

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He sighs and rests his head on Sky's knee and melts.

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So good,” he murmurs, almost too quietly to hear.

 

Jean gets a few wonderful minutes of this before Sky gets up to dress himself for the gym.

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This is tragic and heartbreaking.

 

Jean gets to do very, very distracted housework.

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It probably won’t be helpful when Sky comes back home in his usual sweating, exhausted, shirtless post-gym state.

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It doesn't.

Especially since they have a post-workout ritual, these days.

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They do.

He sprawls out on the couch, and glances at Jean, and waits.

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He kneels by the couch and bends and -- completely, utterly fails to keep quiet while he licks the sweat from Sky's chest.

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Sky enjoys himself immensely.

There’s a hint of something new in his expression, as he regards Jean cleaning him up — not the thrill of new authority Jean is used to, none of the excitement of dominating a superior, just the easy, satisfied confidence of someone getting everything he deserves.

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He's a shaky moaning mess, by the time he's done.

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"Aww. Did you like that?"

He ruffles his hair.

"Is this what makes you feel good, now, monsieur?"

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He rests his forehead on Sky's stomach and sobs.

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He remembers how, on the very first night, he thought that his contract with Jean might be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

He was so right.

He strokes Jean's hair while he cries, and lets his own arousal remain a pleasant ache in the background.

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"Yes," he whispers, finally. "Yes, Sky, it is."

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"Good."

He leans down just far enough to kiss Jean on the head.

"That's exactly how I want you."

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"Do you..."

He's choking the words out.

"...are you ... pleased with me ... am I good..."

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"You're very good."

Stroking his hair again.

"You're turning out just right."

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That's scarier than Sky probably intended.

"Will you still want to keep me? When I'm done?"

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"Why would I make you perfect and then give you to someone else?"

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"People make art and then they're finished with it."

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"You're not just art. You're...architecture."

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"Architects don't usually live in the houses they design."

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"I'm living in this one. I'm designing it perfectly for me."

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"Okay."

He's starting to relax again, slowly.

"Thank you."

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Petting.

"Besides, I'm in love with you."

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"What," he says, softly, incredulous.

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"I tell you I love you all the time!"

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"--people love their pets, or their toys."

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He's gone pink.

"Well maybe that's why I didn't say it before."

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He ducks his head immediately, contrite.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so glad."

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He twists his fingers together.

“...you get to be glad.”

Look how red he is.

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"Thank you, Sky." He snuggles up, as much as he can with Sky on the couch and him kneeling on the floor.

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He pulls him up onto the couch for more effective cuddles.

"...you're my place. Nobody else can live here."

 

 

"...your sister can have a room I guess."

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"Yours," he breathes, adoring, "yours, yours, yours."

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"All mine."

He rearranges them slightly, leans up against Jean's chest with his ear to his breastbone.

 

"...you know. I brought back all of your new things."

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"...oh?" he asks, trying not to let himself be too hopeful.

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"Close your eyes."

He slips off the couch.

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He closes his eyes and doesn't let himself hold his breath.

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Sky's voice comes from the other side of the room.

"Come here!"

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With his eyes closed, the obvious way to do this is to crawl.

So he does.

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"Here––"

 

"Stop there, a little to the side – good boy –"

 

"Almost there–"

 

And then his face is in Sky's hands, and Sky's forehead is up against his, and then Sky stands.

"Kneel up for me."

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He does, of course.

(This is so good, itself, in a small way -- being in Sky's hands, following his instructions. He could do it contentedly all day long.)

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"Do you promise you'll always be mine? That you'll love me as long as you live?"

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"Always and forever. I swear."

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He leans down, kisses him in the center of his forehead, and closes his collar around his neck.

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It takes his breath away.

His hands go up to touch it, and he can't remember how to breathe.

(He didn't even have to ask -- Sky didn't make him beg -- Sky gave him...)

 

"Thank you," he breathes, "thank you, Sky, Sky, Sky...."

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He slides down against the wall, tugs Jean down slightly with him.

"Come thank me like you did the first time."

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He's as eager and desperate and grateful as the first time. Clumsy, with his eyes closed, sloppy, and so desperately grateful.

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The gratitude – the worship – the need – it's exactly perfect.

When he comes he's holding both of Jean's hands, telling him over and over how he belongs to him, now, forever, sealed and locked – telling him how much he loves him.

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There's tears streaming down his face from his closed eyes and he can't remember how to breathe but it's not important.

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After a minute, he fumbles around near him, presses something small and cool and metallic into Jean's hand.

"You can...open your eyes."

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He doesn't really want to, but he does, blinking away tears.

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There's a ring in his hand, a simple band of dark iron.

"...are you not happy?"

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He's speechless.

 

He bends down, finally, and kisses Sky's feet.

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–oh.

"My love," he says, softly, smiling. "My slave."

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He kneels up, eyes full of wonder, and holds up the ring to Sky in both cupped hands.

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He takes the ring from Jean's hands and slips it onto his own finger.

"...as long as I live," he murmurs.

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Oh.

He clings to Sky's leg, shaking.

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“Too much, precious thing?”

He strokes his hair.

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"Just right," he chokes out. "Yours."

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"Mine."

He tugs.

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He gasps and moans, his eyes fluttering shut.

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"Do you want to go see your new collar?"

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He mostly wants to kneel right here at Sky's feet, but that sounds good too, so he nods.

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He pulls Jean up to his feet, and leads him into the bathroom.

The collar is a simple circle of wrought iron, unadorned, looking (just like Sky wanted it) to be one continuous piece.

Sky can't stop touching his ring, holding it up discreetly at his side to glance at it in the mirror.

He doesn't try to stop himself from touching the collar.

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"I love it, I love you..."

He can't keep his hands off it.

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"I love you."

A kiss on the cheek.

"...I think there's something I want to show you before you decide exactly how you feel about it, though."

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"What's that, Sky?"

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He lets go, and steps back a little, and does – something – with his ring.

It's the mildest shock the collar can deliver. Just to show him. A twitching, painful jolt, but nothing near the cattle prod.

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He's not stupid. He guessed it was coming.

A twitch, a jolt, is involuntary, muscles moved by electricity; and then he's back to beaming up at Sky beatifically.

"I love it," he repeats, "I love you."

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He laughs.

"I don't know how you pretended for so long."

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"I'm very very good at pretending."

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"It's going to be funny to watch you train again."

He beckons for Jean to follow him back out into the living room.

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He follows. Adoringly.

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Jean can kneel adoringly at Sky's feet while he reads for half an hour before Sky says anything at all. (Sky occasionally pets him or yanks his hair.)

"Run me a bath?"

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"Yes, Sky."

There are scents and bubbles.

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Oh good.

Sky will undress very carefully and sink into the bath and then peer up at Jean from over the bubbles.

"Wash my hair."

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Jean would so much like to do this thing.

He is very careful and very reverent and sighs with delight as he massages shampoo into Sky's scalp.

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Sky will make all kinds of contented humming noises and occasionally nuzzle up into Jean's hand.

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He is so happy and lucky and laser-focused on stroking Sky's hair as he puts conditioner in it.

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Sky has a good slave. He’s making a continuous little hum, now, quiet and satisfied.

“Mmmmmiiiiine.”

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"Yours."

Pet pet pet he has entirely forgotten that Sky is naked he is thinking about nothing but getting more of that noise.

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When the conditioner is in, he nuzzles Jean’s hand one more time, and then nods down at himself.

“The rest of me too.”

He sounds hazy, sleepy and calm and content.

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"Yes, Sky."

Gently. Adoringly. With a soft warm damp cloth on his cheeks, and behind his ears, and at the back of his neck...

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He has the vague idea that he might want to protest...something...but this is very nice and he forgets almost immediately.

(He likes it when Jean takes care of him.)

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He is gentle and careful and thorough. He produces a nailbrush, when he gets to Sky's hands, works them over lovingly with that.

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He is just too relaxed to give Jean all the pleased looks he wants to.

He does spread his fingers obediently for the brush, and grab at his hand to hold it occasionally between nails.

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Jean grins until his face hurts.

There's pumice for his feet, and then a soft scented soap for gently sponging down his armpits and genitals.

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He leans into that, of course, but he's too drowsy and content to do much more.

"You're so good."

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"Thank you Sky. I love you."

If he is very very careful and watches his leverage he can scoop Sky up and deposit him gently on the bathrug to wrap in a towel.

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It may be a little hard to continue wrapping him in anything once he has started clinging.

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Well, Jean can towel off his hair and make a noble attempt at the rest of him and then carry him off to bed.

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Sky will tangle himself up with him immediately and snuffle contentedly into his shoulder, turning his head aside briefly to kiss the collar.

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This is so good. This is precisely what Jean is for.

Snuggles and petting and making sure Sky is all tucked into the blankets.

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This is what Jean is for. He's correct.

...Sky can lick him and nobody can tell him not to.

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Jean will not even want to tell him not to. Jean will giggle and kiss his forehead.

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Well then he’ll do it again—

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Sky is good and should have all the forehead kisses.

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Yes. He agrees.

He’ll even let Jean distract him like this, for a minute.

Then he pushes him lightly back against the bed.

“Stay here. I never finished what I was doing the other day.”

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...well that's ominous. And ambiguous.

He stays where he's put.

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He pushes aside the covers and slides down the bed to kiss the end of the cage.

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...fuck.

He clutches at the headboard with both hands; presses back into the mattress, as though in a doomed attempt to escape.

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He runs his tongue slowly up the cage and then takes it into his mouth, sucks gently. It won’t take any more than that.

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He's white-knuckled and making agonized noises, trying desperately not to flail.

"Please Sky please no..."

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Oh, that's funny to watch.

He laughs around the cage, and then pulls back, looks up at Jean.

"...let's see how long you can hold on without saying mercy. I'm going to keep track. It'll be important, later."

And immediately, he returns to his work.

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Oh no.

He has to be good, he has to ... he bites his tongue, but loses the battle not to struggle away.

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He licks his lips, looking a little disappointed, and then looks up.

"...what was that, five seconds?"

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Tears spring to his eyes at the disappointed look.

"--I'm sorry, Sky, I didn't -- know that counted -- please let me try again..."

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"...I guess I didn't say it counted."

He shifts around a little, gets himself more comfortable.

"But I'm only counting while you're in my mouth. And you have to try to stay still for me."

He gives him a few slow, lingering kisses.

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He's so relieved by the mercy; he's gasping thanks as he tries to stay still, twitching and crying and starting to drip, just a little, despite the tube.

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That's so good.

He licks the end of the cage clean before he fits him back into his mouth and starts teasing between the bars with the tip of his tongue.

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He's crying again. It's agonizing torture, and it's painful on top of that, straining against the cage; and he can't get the horrible mockery of it out of his head, the image of Sky between his legs sucking him off, only he doesn't deserve to come, he isn't even allowed to get hard for him, and so something that should be so unspeakably good is transmuted into the worst thing possible.

If he just doesn't let the noises become words, he can't beg for mercy, no matter how loud he is or how much he cries out. Keeping still is much harder, but he can do it if he thinks about it right, if he lets himself forget that this is only torment and try to arch up into Sky's mouth, try hopelessly to get more, more, just a little more.

Of course, letting himself forget that is its own kind of torture.

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He can't help but be a little pleased with how well Jean is holding out. He's trying so hard for him! (And look at the tears, listen to him almost scream...)

Of course, this also means that Sky has to do better.

He can touch his thighs, and make soft, blissful noises around the cage, and look, he can fit it all into his mouth at once...

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The noises do him in. The noises make him cry out "mercy, mercy" -- without pulling away, this time, he's so much in love and he can't even think about taking himself away from Sky.

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He doesn't stop. Not right away.

He licks him and hums around him and gazes up at him through his eyelashes and then, when he feels satisfied, he pulls back.

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It's exquisitely cruel, to make him break and then keep going anyway.

He thrashes in place and cries.

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Sky will come up now and kiss the tears off his cheeks.

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This doesn't really make him stop crying.

"Sorry." Sob. "Tried."

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"Shhh. You were good."

Stroking his hair.

"You made it a long time."

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He relaxes, still crying.

"Love you."

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"Love you too."

He pulls the covers back up and nuzzles him contentedly.

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It's good to hurt and cry for Sky.

He will do a lot of it.

(And rub up against him, uselessly, helplessly.)

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Sky, of course, laughs at him.

"It's cute that you're trying."

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He whimpers and hides his face in Sky's shoulder and doesn't stop trying.

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Giggle.

"Just how I want you."

Certain things aren't covered by the cage.

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"Sky..."

He's just going to cry into Sky's shoulder a bit here.

"Please, Sky, I can't..."

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"Poor slave."

Pet.

"Do you want me to stop playing with you until tonight?"

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Cling. "No please no."

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"Are you sure? This isn't coming off until then."

He taps the end of the cage.

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...he goes a tiny bit limp with relief.

(Sky is so kind to him.)

"I'm sure."

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"–oh, you're so cute."

He pokes the end of his nose.

"You think it's going to be a good thing."

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And now he's squirming with both terror and embarrassment!

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Let's see if it gets worse if he pinches Jean's nipples enough!

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Is it worse when fear and humiliation both give way to single-minded desperate begging desire?

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He's pretty sure that's better.

It'll be worse when he stops and gets out of bed.

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...Jean agrees, crying and reaching out for him pleadingly.

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"Up!"

And back into the living room he goes.

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He tries -- he really does -- but completely fails at getting up, in favor of lying on the sheets shaking with desperation and with relief at the momentary stay of torment.

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He gets a couple of minutes to collect himself before his collar jolts him. (Just a tap, like it was when Sky demonstrated.)

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-- and he's up and coming out, cringing a little apologetically.

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Sky is sprawled out (still nude) on the couch with his laptop. He doesn't look up when Jean comes in.

"What's the name of that coffee shop?"

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"Prufrock's, Sky."

He kneels by him, posture perfect.

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Let's see what the publicly available information is on this place, then.

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There's not much! It has a tasteful little website with a menu and pictures of coffee and fair trade logos, which entirely fails to mention hours or location.

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"Do you have to go in the morning if you want to catch the crowd?"

He's still clicking around, idly, despite having seen everything.