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It turns out that, for all the fuss that was made about it, this dance is actually very boring.
This is only just barely a surprise; any event that requires chaperones is an event that Lindsay generally doesn't look forward to. But it is true. Lindsay has had maybe a bit too much to drink, by now — he's accustomed to Bacchanal rites; the feeling is hardly unfamiliar — and successfully slipped away from his chaperone, and yet it is still boring.
He's moaning into Lindsay's mouth and thrusting up uselessly against his hip.
Lindsay kisses him, is very careful not to touch his cock.
"My good boy," he murmurs, "my sweet thing, my treasure, my Ash. I wonder if you could come just from me telling you to?"
"I could but-- please don't, I want-- I want to get all trembly for you, I want everything you do to arouse me, I want to want you so much I can't think, please don't let me finish."
"I won't." He pulls Ash against his chest and leans down and kisses him.
"You're perfect." He tugs on Ash's hair, digs his fingernails into Ash's shoulder. "You're so good, you're so good for me, I'm so happy you're mine."
Ash relaxes and smiles up at Lindsay like he's the most important person in the world.
"You've been so good." He leans down and bites down, very lightly, on Ash's neck.
"So good, for so long. And so good for me." He bites again, hard enough to leave a mark, just barely not hard enough to draw blood.
Another bite next to it, even harder this time.
Lindsay licks the broken skin and kisses Ash when he's done, deep and open-mouthed, so Ash can taste his own blood on Lindsay's tongue.
He moans, long and loud, when he tastes his own blood.
He's having a bit of trouble forming words.
That's all right. He doesn't need words, Lindsay's got him. Lindsay cradles Ash against his chest, rubs his thumb over the broken skin and the swiftly-forming bruises.
Ash makes soft whimpery noises.
It's hard to think. The world is graying out on the edges. The only thing that matters at all is serving Lindsay, doing whatever Lindsay wants of him, being the best submissive Lindsay could ever have.
(He's so so hard.)
So is Lindsay.
He keeps cradling Ash, keeps pressing down on the marks on Ash's shoulders. Leans down and leaves another bite, and another, and another, the third one hard enough that he breaks skin again.
Lindsay could do whatever he wanted to him and that's so good. He can relax and not think and Lindsay will use him exactly as he pleases and he'll be so good--
"You could use me," Ash says, his words interrupted with gasps. "I'm good at not finishing."
"You make the most beautiful sounds." He kisses Ash's throat and then pushes him backwards onto the bed.
He goes where he's pushed. He doesn't have to think about what's going to happen, he can relax into his submission for the first time since he left Serafin, and he hadn't realized he missed it so.
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