( the first thing tyrell thinks when vex opens the door is that the collar is a little presumptuous. he doesn't remember discussing sexual hang-ups. but it's nice not to have to worry about discussing that kind of thing. he tilts his head a little, smiling. ) I'm not thirsty. But thank you.
( he doesn't really want to spend much time standing around outside, so he sidles in around vex, shrugging off his jacket as he walks further inside and folding it carefully over his arm. he's looking around with an open kind of curiosity, poking and prodding, running his fingertips along the edge of the countertop, pushing the edge of the rug with the toe of his shoe. just making himself known and present in the space. ) Was it just an educated guess? The collar, I mean.
[ Vex hadn't a clue about Tyrell's bedroom preferences, but when he walked in like that, with an of 'air of authority' he was quick to pick up on it. He could feel a hot rush of excitement run through him, the sort that tingled from the tips of his fingers right down to his toes. ]
Hoooo... [ He exhaled a soft noise under his breath, eyes widened slightly. ] I just got lucky, actually. It's something I like to wear, but not everyone knows the significance. [ His tongue ran over his lower lip as he tried to remember his next move- Tyrell had successfully thrown him off! ]
( is it really going to be that easy? tyrell looks at vex sidelong and decides that it probably will be. it's nothing to do with vex's strength of character - just that he, tyrell, hasn't done this in a while, but vex clearly has, and if it's going to be anyone then he's glad it's vex. less explaining to do. )
Alright. Well, since I do -- ( he turns his head away and crosses over to the bed, and lays his jacket out over the back of a chair, and twists his neck a little, tersely, until he hears a little pop. ) -- why don't you come over here. ( it's not a question. )
[ Oh sweet hell-- ] Yes sir. [ He found himself saying it on instinct, and his brain only caught up with the words a few seconds later. Tyrell's body language was confident, experienced, or at least Vex reacted to him as though he were.
There was always the urge to rebel, to be cheeky for punishment, but he knew better than to push those limits in the very beginning. He had to see where the line was before he could dip his toe over it. After all, he didn't want to turn Tyrell off.
So, obediently, he stepped closer. He stood, hands at his sides, unmoving as if he was awaiting inspection or the next order. ]
(sir. tyrell's lips curl up at one corner. he looks over vex's face once he's close enough, expression betraying nothing, except maybe a mild curiosity in the furrow of his brows. he lifts a hand, sets it on vex's neck, index finger at one corner of his jaw, thumb at the other. it's barely even a grip, just a touch, and he turns vex's head this way and that, as if he's examining an antique for defects. his middle finger hooks under the rim of the collar, feeling out his pulse point.
when tyrell kisses him it's with that same kind of curiosity, grip still negligible, like he's testing the waters. he hasn't done this in a long time. doesn't want to waste it. )
Do you have safe words? ( it's mumbled against vex's mouth. he's not hard, but he can feel the beginnings of it, the warm twist low in his stomach. he doesn't want to spend any more time than necessary going over the particulars. ) Tell me what I can do with you.
[ To be inspected like that was flattering in of itself, in Vex's twisted mind, but to receive a kiss afterwards was the ultimate form of approval. His pulse was racing, his heart pounding with excitement, thrilled by the prospect of meeting someone who enjoyed this type of play. And by pure chance too!
Vex's lips were warm, yielding, and mouth tasted faintly of cinnamon-mints that he habitually sucked on. His cock was quick to stir, and the fine material of his small robe did nothing to hide that fact. ]
I don't like to bleed, a little is alright but not too much. No safe word.
[ To him, they were like training wheels on a bicycle- even though they were anything but. ]
Do anything you want to me, I'm yours. Love me, hate me, humiliate me, toss me 'round, whatever pleases you.
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( the first thing tyrell thinks when vex opens the door is that the collar is a little presumptuous. he doesn't remember discussing sexual hang-ups. but it's nice not to have to worry about discussing that kind of thing. he tilts his head a little, smiling. ) I'm not thirsty. But thank you.
( he doesn't really want to spend much time standing around outside, so he sidles in around vex, shrugging off his jacket as he walks further inside and folding it carefully over his arm. he's looking around with an open kind of curiosity, poking and prodding, running his fingertips along the edge of the countertop, pushing the edge of the rug with the toe of his shoe. just making himself known and present in the space. ) Was it just an educated guess? The collar, I mean.
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Hoooo... [ He exhaled a soft noise under his breath, eyes widened slightly. ] I just got lucky, actually. It's something I like to wear, but not everyone knows the significance. [ His tongue ran over his lower lip as he tried to remember his next move- Tyrell had successfully thrown him off! ]
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Alright. Well, since I do -- ( he turns his head away and crosses over to the bed, and lays his jacket out over the back of a chair, and twists his neck a little, tersely, until he hears a little pop. ) -- why don't you come over here. ( it's not a question. )
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There was always the urge to rebel, to be cheeky for punishment, but he knew better than to push those limits in the very beginning. He had to see where the line was before he could dip his toe over it. After all, he didn't want to turn Tyrell off.
So, obediently, he stepped closer. He stood, hands at his sides, unmoving as if he was awaiting inspection or the next order. ]
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when tyrell kisses him it's with that same kind of curiosity, grip still negligible, like he's testing the waters. he hasn't done this in a long time. doesn't want to waste it. )
Do you have safe words? ( it's mumbled against vex's mouth. he's not hard, but he can feel the beginnings of it, the warm twist low in his stomach. he doesn't want to spend any more time than necessary going over the particulars. ) Tell me what I can do with you.
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Vex's lips were warm, yielding, and mouth tasted faintly of cinnamon-mints that he habitually sucked on. His cock was quick to stir, and the fine material of his small robe did nothing to hide that fact. ]
I don't like to bleed, a little is alright but not too much. No safe word.
[ To him, they were like training wheels on a bicycle- even though they were anything but. ]
Do anything you want to me, I'm yours. Love me, hate me, humiliate me, toss me 'round, whatever pleases you.