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WHO Shannon Vaughn (

privatematter), Eli Delacroix (

aspectional).
WHAT Eli is an idiot; Shannon is curious. How exactly does D/s go down when you're not to the Having Sex stage in the relationship yet?
WHEN Late 1990. Seven months after Jumpscapades.
WHERE Shannon's place.

Shannon was anxious. Not in a bad way, but the anticipatory way that everyone got when something new and exciting was going up and there was no way it could go badly, but predicting the end outcome was almost impossible. It was a great feeling, but one that left Shannon feeling like a teen heading out to prom instead of a grown man getting ready to have fun with his boyfriend and potentially make some hilariously heartfelt gestures to express his trust in Eli. That was probably something he didn't do enough in general, actually.

Breakfast had been something simple. Pancakes, fresh cut fruit and sausage. Eli had come over pretty early to get ready, talking over the generalities of what they were going to do while the specifics were to wait for after they were done. Well, now they were done and sitting on the couch, and Shannon's leg was jiggling even under the hand he had placed on his knee to keep himself still. Lacey had wandered off after breakfast, stomach filled with her own food and presumably was napping on the foot of the bed in Shannon's room. Probably for the better, really.

"So," he said, ignoring the obvious tell he was giving off. If Eli took it for misapprehension, then Shannon was going to definitely lean over and smack him. "Where do we start?"

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"Yes," Shannon answered softly. There was no doubt that he wanted that intimacy and closeness with Eli, especially since Eli obviously wanted it himself. However, there was still the problem of his own attractions and the adjustment Shannon was still going through in order to not put a strain on either of them by rushing it when he couldn't actually feel it. That wouldn't be fair to either of them. "Eventually."

Breathing calming down, Shannon let himself fall back into the activity while he relaxed where he sat. With Michelle so still above him, it was easier to let himself relax and try to find the proper mindset where he wouldn't have to think about things like this and beat himself up.

"If you want it to happen eventually, then there is no need to worry," Michelle stated sagely. She wasn't the oldest of the Aspects, but she was the one with a different perspective than the others outside of maybe Eli. She knew Shannon loved Eli, having seen them together and watching them interact with each other when they could be open about their relationship. "Time will take care of this, as it does with everything, sobachka."

She went silent and focused completely on Shannon's hair, doing everything she could to distract him with the soothing massages and the rough random tugs alongside the long scratches down his scalp. There wasn't going to be anymore talk about this until he hit subspace and until then, she was going to do everything in her power to get him there as quickly as possible.

Although it wasn't as quick or as deep as it was when Eli was in charge, Shannon found himself dipping into that corner of his head where everything was safe. Michelle's ministrations combined with the ever-present, slight weight against the makeshift collar on his neck and the reminder of his bound limbs helped him to simply be until anything else faded into the background. It was just himself, Michelle and Michelle doing whatever she felt was best to do. His whole body had begun to lose its tension, simply taking in whatever sensation Michelle saw fit to give him and letting his reactions come more easily than before.

Michelle could tell when Shannon finally slipped into subspace and once she saw it, she removed her hands from his hair and dragged her nails down his back, not enough to cause any marks, but enough to really feel them. While she did that, she moved her lips close to his, not close enough for them to be touching, but close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin and respond if he so wished to.

When her hands reached the top of his boxers, she moved them to his bound hands and turned them so that he could touch her. To help with that, she adjusted herself against him so that he could better reach without pulling on the scarf and damage it. She might like Shannon and Eli, but they were not worth sacrificing a good scarf over.

The change in operations didn't take him so much as by surprise than inspire new reactions. He arched into the fingers raking down his back, using the motion to very tentatively lean his head forward. His lips met with hers and he started a slow kiss, testing whether she would be receptive to it or if he was reading the signals wrong. She would take care and take control if he was doing anything against her wishes.

When his hands were redirected, they spread out automatically to locate themselves. It was quickly obvious where she was putting him and he took the opportunity to explore her form, thorough and gentle while retaining the tentativeness of the kiss. His body was already picking up on the idea, a slow start to match his uncertain hopefulness. The idea of resisting the advances had since fled from his mind, sitting in that zone where he could only follow her lead and take any of her own approval as that of Eli's.

The response to the kiss was not only receptive, but eager for more. She leaned into the kiss and tried to encourage him into being less tentative by grabbing his lower lip with her teeth for a quick moment to tug it lightly. If things were going to go the way she wanted them to, then she would have to do everything she could to let him know that he could be bolder than this.

She was happy to let Shannon explore her chest with her hands without issue. After a moment, she realized that it could be better. Holding his hands for a moment and squeezing them gently to make them stay put, she then started unbuttoning her shirt and once done with it, she dropped it on the floor and removed her bra as well. She then took Shannon's hands once again and placed them back on her chest to let him really explore her with anything getting in the way of that.

Shannon gasped lightly into the kiss, her dramatic steps forward certainly welcome by all accounts. He returned the eagerness with the same, nibbling on her lips and darting his tongue out to savor her taste. His distraction meant a certain lack of coordination, but he certainly made up for it with spirit. He wouldn't resist, nor would he go too far without having her meet him for the same amount of attention before he kept going; he wasn't here to take, but to give what she wanted of him.

He hummed in appreciation once he figured out what she was doing and had done, when his hands were replaced to feel the bare skin with a touch of cool just waiting to be warmed. He felt out the shape first, then lifted her breasts into his palms to feel their true weight, fingers roaming and playing wherever he pleased. He followed the contours of her skin, traced his thumbs over her nipples, squeezed lightly to fill his hand with everything she was offering.

Now that was much better. She didn't seem to mind his lack of coordination, seeming more pleased by his response of meeting her eagerness with his own. He was pliant and she knew it and was very happy to take advantage of it by forcing her tongue into his mouth while they kissed, wanting to explore every bit of it before playing with his tongue.

The exploration of her breasts was definitely far better without anything coming between them. She enjoyed what his hands were doing and for his efforts, she was making small little noises of enjoyment and moving to rub herself against his hands. Even though she was focused on what he was doing to her, she wasn't out of it enough to not return the favor. Her hands ran up his torso to his chest and upon reaching his nipples, she started to play with them, squeezing and rubbing the pads of her thumbs over them to see what he liked.

When she moved to take the lead of the kiss, Shannon was more than happy to let her. He didn't stop but opened up further for her to do as she wished, returning the playfulness with his own. This was good, it felt good, the energy of their kiss and contact.

His whole body hitched up just for a moment when she began to tease at his chest. His kiss stuttered before returning full force; his hands momentarily stilled flat against her breasts, his fingertips curling in reaction to the sensation. He definitely enjoyed her toying with the sensitive skin there. As he started back up, he began to shift his hips again with the opposite goal of last time, trying to work himself up in addition to everything else she was doing to him.

Everything was good now, the kiss and the touches working together to almost make her lose track of her plan. She knew that she could completely take advantage of his current state to have sex with him and drag him right out of subspace back into normalcy that way, but that wouldn't be right and she wanted to help Shannon with his issues with Eli. So she'd have fun up until she got Shannon right where she wanted him so that she could give him to Eli.

When Shannon moved his hips, she couldn't hold back a soft gasp. With everything else happening as well, it was definitely a good feeling. But like before, it could definitely be better. She stopped playing with his nipples to reach down and undo her pants, momentarily shifting herself away from the wonderful friction so that she could pull them down and then off, keeping her underwear on so that they were on even ground. Then she shifted back against him to help him out even more than she was already doing, her hands going back up to tease his nipples once more.

In the momentary separation while she removed another barrier between them, Shannon didn't stop, probably couldn't have if he wanted to. He kept up the kiss, let his hands continue to explore and tried to raise his hips to meet her despite what she was trying to achieve. His breaths were getting heavier, soft pants and grunts coming with every exhale and he could feel himself already getting worked up. It had been far too long since he had last done this, found someone he liked and taken to bed, indulged himself in any sort of deeply physical relationship. He was overdue.

Soon, the movement of his hips turned into a gentle rocking. He used it to press himself against her more, to push his tongue further into the kiss and hold on as firmly as he could without hurting her at all. He hoped she would do the same and reciprocate the pressure, help him build himself further into the frenzy of wonderful touch.

It was obvious to her that it had been a while for him, not only because of how he was responding, but because of what he said earlier. If he wasn't physically responding to Eli in scenes, then he wasn't doing so normally. That was yet another mark that she needed to do something to help the people she cared about. She only hoped that this would help them, even if it was in a small way.

She immediately reciprocated the pressure, moving her hips down in a different time than Shannon's for maximum effect. Even while she did that, she pulled away from the kiss and with one hand, manipulated one of Shannon's hands to hold one of her breasts up before moving his head down to it. Her free hand then moves up to his hair where it digs in and holds him there, not wanting him to move until she sees what he does with this.

Bending such as he was now made it harder for him to rock, but now that she had picked up the motion herself, he was quite okay with it. He knew where he was being held, his breath a bit harsh from the end of the kiss and puffing against the hand being supported against her breast. Once he had some of his air back, he tipped his head forward without pulling against the lovely grip in his hair, darted his tongue out and wetted the nipple experimentally. Shifting his hand, he ran a nail across the moistened skin to improve the sensation, beginning to work his way around licking and sucking and enjoying as much as her hold would let him. Anything that kept him active and have her return the favor while the fog in his brain overtook all else in deference to the strain at his groin.

At him starting on her breast, she let out a moan and tightened her grip on Shannon's hair momentarily in response. That was far better than she was expecting and she was definitely going to keep him there for a while if he was going to keep that up. She shifted her hips down harder and faster in the brief moment where she couldn't control herself, but she quickly realized when she was doing and eased up.

"S-sobachka," she said, her voice wavering from the attention he was giving her. As she spoke, the hand that was teasing his nipple stopped and moved down to the front of his boxers, pressing down in an attempt to stop him from moving. "You want me to take care of this for you, yes?"

He didn't stop when she called for him, but definitely paused and let out a long and shaky breath at the pressure she was applying. His lower body was lightly quivering from the pull, the mounting tension that was teetering just on the edge without a vessel for release. It was maddening, her touch trying to still her only making it more frustrating.

Before he could answer properly, the need to do something drove him back to his ministrations more intensely than before. Please, please, please, he breathed against the skin. She was helping him, so of course she would do this, of course. She could do it any time she wanted, didn't even need to ask.

She gasped something out in Russian at his ministrations, her brain shortcircuiting when it became more intense. It was almost a shame that she was handing him off to Eli to finish the job because she would love the chance to draw this out as long as possible with her and Shannon doing this before they finally ended it all with sex. But there were more important things on the line than just her desire, so it was never an option for her.

"I cannot," she said, a hint of true disappointment in her voice as the hand holding his hair relaxed slightly for a moment so that she could pet him. "You need your Dom to take care of you, not me."

His frazzled brain couldn't quite take the answer, shifting his head to the side so that he could rest it against her collar. He needed his breath, heavy and labored as it currently was, and he needed to try and gain some semblance of himself back. There was no coming back from the consuming distraction further south, however, and all he could do was make a distressed noise when he finally understood what she was saying.

"Eli?" he asked. Where was Eli? Eli was his Dom. She was here, she was doing everything to him, but Eli was his Dom. Why couldn't she do it? He shifted his head to nuzzle against her chest, an edge of desperation to his motions. "Please."

"You want to be good sub for your Dom, yes?" Thanks to what Shannon was doing earlier, her English was starting to fail her a bit, but thankfully she was still understandable, nowhere near falling into Russian again. "Then you must show him and he will take care of you. First, you must follow me."

She started to move into standing, pulling Shannon up with her, fully prepared to help him stay up if need be. Because of their height difference, she let go of his hair so that he could stand up straighter and removed her hand from the front of his boxers. If he tried to press against her, she would stop him. Then, she quickly pulled down his boxers and let them drop completely on the floor so Shannon could easily walk out of them.

After that was done, she started to lead him to a spot where Eli would almost immediately see them coming out of the bedroom, moving to help Shannon down into a kneel in that spot before she sat down beside him. "You want your Dom to help you. Beg for his help, sobachka, and he will come."

His legs weren't strong enough to keep him up alone. Thankfully she was ready for him in more ways than one, and he keened in quiet distress when she wouldn't allow him some kind of pressure, some kind of anything that would help him stem the tide. His own hands were still bound as he wanted them to be, but that meant he couldn't do anything to help himself. He was at her mercy, and apparently she felt Eli's mercy would be greater than her own.

He did what he could when she had him kneeling, able to keep the position but not his posture judging by the way he leaned against her almost before she had even taken her own seat. It was edging on the side of pain mixed with pleasure, his body reacting so greatly to the opportunity that he wasn't shutting down for once, and he simply couldn't sit still with such a great stirring in his gut. He tilted his head, placing kisses along her jaw and trying to make his way back up to her lips, start something again to give him anything else to focus on. "Eli," he murmured once. He took a breath, tested out a wordless sound at a greater volume, then tried again without turning his head. "Eli. Please. Please, Eli."

Having his name called out like that would definitely summon Eli, but until such time as he made his way out here, Michelle was going to take advantage of Shannon's state for her own pleasure. Moving so that she was kneeling as well, she adjusted Shannon's legs so that they were spread apart more and then moved so that she was straddling one of his legs, making sure he couldn't touch her while she could rub herself against his leg. Then once she was in position, she moved Shannon's head so that it would be right next to her breast. If Shannon was so eager to start something again, then he would finish what he started before.

Eli, having heard Shannon call out of him, stumbled out of bed and made his way out of the bedroom. It was nearly immediately that he stopped and looked at Shannon and Michelle, looking like they had just been pulled out of one of his sexual fantasies. "Um," he started, his brain not quite processing what it was seeing. "Am I still asleep? Because I'm okay with not waking up if I am."

Shannon huffed at the rearrangement, head lolling forward when Michelle sat upon his leg where he tried to shuffle or do anything to get closer from there. When she repositioned him, he latched onto the idea immediately, moving back into the same activity as before, bringing his hands back up to aid him. It was pleasurable enough, his scattered attention managing to focus on the task as best he could — which was pretty darn good considering how distracted he was.

Until he heard Eli, anyway. He jerked his head back as much as possible, head tilted with an ear toward Eli's presence. His Dom was here. His Dom could help. He trusted his Dom with everything, just needed his Dom there to take it all. "Eli," he said, voice rough and needy.

"Oh, kotik! I brought you a present," she said as she moved to Shannon's side, leg still partially slung over his. There was no sign of the disappointment that her fun was over in her voice or face, thanks mostly to the fact that she was a damn good liar. "He is well behaved, this one."

He gave her an amused look and she slid away more as Eli walked over and took Michelle's original place straddling one of Shannon's legs, but he pushed his leg up so that Shannon could rock against it. One hand went into his hair tightly and he pulled his head back. "She says that you're well behaved, but you've forgotten your place. What are you supposed to call me?"

Shannon hardly heard the words, gasping when Eli's leg came close enough to matter. He rocked forward in a steady rhythm, panting quietly in relief and then in surprise when his head was pulled back. It snapped his attention into place, if not his focus, and although he didn't stop his motion at all, he did try to match the question to the proper answer. His Dom had asked and he needed to reply.

"S-sir," he said after a long moment. "You're Sir, but you weren't here..." He wasn't Sir unless they were together, unless the time and place was right, and it wasn't, not until just now. It was the best he could do to explain himself, needless as the action was. Right now he was just trying to give his Dom the attention he deserved despite the fact that he was so, so close...

"Much better. I'm here now for you," he said as he studied Shannon for a long moment. He definitely needed him, but he wasn't going to let Shannon get what he wanted immediately. Shannon was his and he needed to prove it now that there had been another Dom playing with him. He moved his leg away so that it couldn't touch him and leaned down to lick and suck on one of Shannon's nipples, his hand still in Shannon's hair and keeping his head tilted back. It was all about control and he needed to assert it over Shannon so that they'd fit together again, even if they've never done this before.

Shannon reacted quickly to the attention thanks to all the playing Michelle had done previous. The area was sensitive now, and he couldn't help but moan at the jolt it gave. His bound hands came up to grasp for any part of his Dom, probably his shirt, just something to hold onto that would keep him from slipping away. He felt the absence of Eli's leg keenly, things getting even harder and more difficult now that his Dom had decided to play.

"Sir," he said, words not coming easily and his tone even breathier than before. This was different than before, his Dom showing a different kind of focus and care than she had right from the start. "S-sir, pl-please..."

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