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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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Shannon could tell that Eli was moving closer and tried to shift his leg up and around to make pressing together easier. When his hand was moved, he stuttered, faltered momentarily, and tried to move his hand further up to Eli's abdomen where he could lay it flat instead. It wasn't that he wanted to deny Eli reacting to him, but he simply didn't know how to react in turn — his mind was still rather firmly entrenched with the female body where arousal was concerned. Emotional reactions didn't quite sink in to the physical ones and and it was an automatic reaction to shy away.

That didn't stop him from realizing, even vaguely, what he was doing and he made apologetic noises without pulling away to disrupt the moment further. His head still wasn't in the game and wouldn't be for quite a while as long as there was such intense fondling going on at both ends.

The apologetic noises confused Eli at first, but when it finally hit him as to why, he grabbed Shannon's hand and held it, squeezing it gently to let him know that he was okay with it. He knew Shannon's limits and unlike Michelle, wasn't going to force Shannon to deal with it before he was ready to. After a long moment, Eli pulled away, letting go of both Shannon's hair and hand so that he could get at least some of his mind back while Michelle was playing with him.

"It's time. Are you done yet?" Michelle only looked over at Eli with an annoyed expression that he took as a no. Of course she wasn't. He sighed and ran a hand through his own hair. "Try to make sure that he's not too far gone for this scene please? I want my reintroduction to go smoothly."

"Do not worry, kotik, this will go well for you," she replied easily. "You could assist me to make this go faster." A shake of his head was the only response to that and she snorted, muttering something under her breath in Russian.

When they separated, Shannon tried to follow until it was obvious that Eli was not simply trying to readjust. He eventually tipped back, hand going to rest at Michelle's wrist instead as if to encourage her. He was on the edge of a knife, one he couldn't quite define and had very little to do with the toying that was going on below the belt. That certainly helped, however, and he tilted his head back to place his temple against Michelle's.

"Need help?" he murmured in amusement, having only caught the tail end of their conversation.

"Since your Dom has decided to stop, yes," she said as she pulled her hand out of his pants. Eli merely sat back at his new position on the couch to watch. It was always interesting to see somebody else at work, especially when it involved his sub. He was possessive of him, sure, but he never seemed to have a problem when Michelle was involved.

"Face me and open your pants for me, sobachka, and I will make sure you're prepared for what's next." There was far too much cheerfulness in her voice and it would be frightening if he was aware of what she was planning on doing to him. She watched him to see how far he was and how much more he needed to go before he was ready. There was still time, so she wasn't worried about a thing.

There was a distinct lack once Michelle pulled away, an echo in his bones of where he had been ensconced only a moment earlier. Taking a moment to regain his breath, he extracted himself further from Eli and shifted around on the couch to face her. One hand automatically went out to brush his knuckles against what part he reached first in order to confirm her distance, a habit born of intimate moments and learning not to ruin them.

He didn't think much on the order as he worked on the button and zip, because there really wasn't much to think about. She was going to help him out, so why in the world would he not do as asked?

The fact that he didn't even hesitate meant that things were falling into place. Shannon's mind was distracted enough for them to move on and she was going to use that to her advantage. Once he opened up his pants for her, she pulled his dick out and wrapped her hand around it before she started to pump it fast. Michelle wanted to waste no time getting him hard, so she wasn't going to focus on anything but her hand on his dick and his reactions to it.

Eli knew what she was doing and moved off the couch so that he could position himself better to watch. It hadn't been a lie when Michelle said that Eli liked to watch and he was proving that now as his eyes were all on both of them and their reactions to this. Since he and Shannon still had things to deal with before sex could be viable between them, this was the closest thing Eli was going to get and he was fine with that.

Shannon gasped, a stutter in his whole body, before his hands came up to her shoulders to brace himself. There wasn't a moment to let himself down easy as she worked on him and all of his attention was driven down, down, down. There was no reaction to Eli moving because, while he was aware of it in the very peripheral of his senses, it was not something he could focus on right now.

He moaned in time with his breathing, trying to keep himself steady while she helped him further up. Soon his hand slid from her shoulder to her back, and he leaned forward if not to kiss, then to at least press their foreheads together and be even closer. Whichever one she would allow at this rate.

When Shannon moved, Michelle allowed him to kiss her, responding in kind eagerly. She wanted him focused all on her and to get himself fully into this so that it would take less time to get him hard and to desperation. It was terrible to do for his first time performing in front of an audience, but she never stated to be kind. Moaning softly, she tried to urge him on to work with her in this and keep her from being the only one working towards this goal. She wanted him to be active in this since she wasn't too fond of a passive partner.

With the addition of the kiss and her movements, Shannon began to rock his hips into her motions to help himself along. His hand shifted from her back to her neck while he tried to guide her into place and reciprocate on the kiss. He was eager to get things as far as possible and his free hand moved along her collar bone and rested up on her breasts, a teasing motion where he began to play with what he found in return for what she was doing. She wasn't to the point (or nearly undressed enough) that he could help her in any other way, but hopefully she would take the invitation he was giving... or at least consider it enough to finish the job she was starting.

Feeling Shannon touch her makes her breath catch. She didn't expect to get touched in response, but it's not a bad thing and she leans into his hand, obviously approving of what he's doing. Her free hand goes to the leash and tugs on it to keep him close to her and to stop him from pulling away from the kiss just yet. She needs to get him closer so that his body is begging for release and needs to do as much as she can to speed up the process.

At least that was what she was planning until Eli stepped over and stilled the hand on Shannon's dick, saying something in Russian to make her stop. Pulling his hand away, Michelle then tucked his dick back into his pants and carefully zipped him back up before she moved away from Shannon, letting go of his leash as she did. Her hold on the leash was replaced by Eli grabbing a hold of it and tugging on it sharply to get Shannon's attention.

"Don't even think about starting to complain," he snapped, his tone obviously the one he uses as a Dom. They need to start getting ready now and he needs to get Shannon into the right mindset to deal with the harsher personality Michelle had as a Domme. Speaking of, Michelle had stood up and was now a couple feet away to give Eli space to work with Shannon before they were to leave. "You should be thankful that I allowed this much to go on. Stand up and turn your head downwards. I need to explain a few things to you before we get started."

There wasn't time for Shannon to properly react to the sudden redaction of attention aside from a rather pathetic sound. After the tug on the leash, he jerked toward the source and his confusion was obvious; the commanding tone was the only thing keeping him from speaking aloud right away. His head was still fogged, but not enough that he couldn't hear what was being said straight to him.

When he stood as instructed, face up for a moment before he realized and tipped it toward the floor, his current predicament became even more noticeable. While he waited for his Dom to continue, he tried to adjust his pants; leather was great for a lot of things, but not very good for relieving friction on a sensitive area.

Try was the key word there because as soon as Eli noticed, he stopped it by grabbing his hands and holding them to his chest. It wouldn't do to make things easier on Shannon, especially when that was concerned. Wrapping the chain of the leash around his wrists to keep them restrained, Eli reached up to grab his collar and give it a quick tug.

"There are rules that you need to follow. First, you are not to touch yourself unless you are given permission to. Secondly, Michelle will be your Domme tonight. Respect her as you would me. If you disobey her too many times, I will punish you. Third, you are to keep talking to minimum unless absolutely necessary." Eli gave Shannon a moment to take all of that in before he reached up and petted the back of his head, fingers carding through his hair for a moment before he pulled his hand away. "Do you understand the rules I've given you?"

Getting his wrists bound up by the cool, solid metal pulled him up short. His breath caught as he realized two things: this wasn't going to stop; and he'd done something wrong. On the other hand, being restrained gave him another type of focus and he listened intently to what his Dom was saying to him. There was safety in this. Listen to Eli and everything would be all right; make Eli happy and then they would both be happy. Except... no, it was Michelle. Michelle? Michelle... being in Eli's place. His Dom said so. He was already trying to wrap his mind around it. Not-talking was a pretty severe rule for him in general, and he tended to err on the side of less is more.

Following the motion of the petting with his head, he paused, took a shuddering breath as he was reminded of what exactly his hands were bound up to prevent, and then nodded large enough to definitely be seen. He understood. He would be good and follow the rules.

When Shannon nodded, Michelle made a disappointed tutting at it, obviously not pleased by that. Eli followed that up with a tug on his collar and leaned in close to speak to him softly. "You are to answer with a 'yes, sir' or did you forget that?"

There wasn't much time for either of them to deal with that because Michelle walked over and grabbed the front of Shannon's pants so that she could give him a rough squeeze. "When you Dom asks you a question, you are to answer it. A nod is not acceptable. When in situations you will end up in as a sub, we need a verbal response because a nod of the head could be mistaken for something else."

"Yes, si—"

He cut off with a gasp and a whimper, his entire body giving a shudder to the grab. It wasn't as if her presence was a surprise, but where she had immediately gone with it had taken him off guard. It gave him pause, cogs whirring as he tried to puzzle out the correct response here. It wasn't a question, but it seemed to require some kind of confirmation. This was important, and they needed to know that he understood that. He swallowed and said, "Yes... Sir?"

There was an obvious stumble as he wasn't sure how to address her. This was new territory, and he really did want to keep from messing up too badly. She was his Domme now, too.

"Close, but not quite," Michelle said as she took over from Eli, who took a step back from them and allowed her the space she'd need. Her hand moved away from his crotch and went to grab his leash, unwrapping the chain from around his hands to give him the chance to prove that he could follow orders. "You are to refer to me as Mistress. That you can handle, yes sobachka?"

Her attention then turned to Eli and she gave him a small bow. "Forgive me for intruding, but I thought I could assist in making the point." There was a difference in her tone compared to how she was with Shannon. It was also some semblance of deference to him that was very rare coming from Michelle. "He needs more training."

His hands clenched where they were. He had liked them better bound up, where he couldn't accidentally break the rules, and he wasn't quite ready to lower them yet. That wasn't a rule and it wasn't an order. If they weren't so close to his waist, then it might be easier to resist doing something to relieve the half-hardness that was taunting him. After a quick try of soundlessly testing the word out, he nodded to himself and said, "Yes, Mistress."

His shoulders tightened at the remark about needing training. It didn't sound disappointed, but he knew that wasn't a good thing. Needs more meant there wasn't enough to start out, and he wanted to be enough.

At him answering properly, she reached down into his pants to play with him as a reward. She had gotten him into this state for the express purpose of using it to her advantage when training him and so far it appeared that it was going to work out for her. "Good boy," she murmured encouragingly, watching to see how he responded to all of this. "The more you follow my orders and the rules, the more I will help you get to climax. If you misbehave or break the rules, I will not only punish you, but I will make sure that you will suffer with that erection."

There was a small laugh directed at Shannon and Michelle couldn't help but smile. "That is why we were here, sobachka. Not only are we to reintroduce Cross alongside his new sub, but we are to train you and show that he has not lost his touch. It is a good thing that you are needing more training."

Groaning in pleasure and a small amount of relief, the tension drained out of his shoulders at the reward. That was definitely what this was, something good because he was doing good and he could keep doing that. The idea of intentionally misbehaving when the consequences would only delay his trip to the end of the rope was just not one he could think of doing. Not with what was at stake, anyway.

It was a comfort to know that he hadn't stepped across any too-large boundaries so far. They wanted him untrained now; his Dom would get to look good because of it. He said nothing outright in reply to the information, merely humming in low noises for as long as she saw fit to keep going.

She didn't keep it up for long and soon her hand was sliding out of his pants to go back to holding onto his leash. That had definitely been a good idea on her part and this was something she was going to have to employ against Shannon in the future. "There you go. Do good and there will be more of that."

It was then that Eli stepped in, hands going on his shoulders and tightening almost painfully. "You've forgotten something," he said calmly. "Show your appreciation for her kindness. Thank her for touching you."

It was over too soon. He breathed in, breathed out, hands twitching and body reacting to a touch that was no longer there. There had to be something else he could do to please her, anything to give him more of a release. Was he just going to have to wait?

Hands on his shoulders weren't what he was expecting and he gave a surprised jolt, head coming up instinctively. It was a very commanding hold and it was impossible to not take notice of his Dom or what he was saying. Was that 'absolutely necessary'? Of course it was, he realized. He hadn't thought of it, too distracted by himself to pay attention. His head turned toward her and he said, "Thank you. Thank you, Mistress."

"That's much better," Eli responded softly as he leaned in towards his ear. Just like Michelle did before, he reached down and slipped his hand into the front of Shannon's pants to reward him for following an order. "Never forget that everything good that happens during this is all because of your Domme. She will take care of you as long as you prove that you are worthy of her love and attention."

All during this, she was watching how they worked together and it wasn't until Eli removed his hand from Shannon's pants that she moved forward, pressing her body against Shannon's. "Don't move," Eli said to Shannon before he too pressed against him and pulled Michelle into a kiss, positioning so that they were doing so right next to Shannon's ear so that not only could he feel them pressed against him, but could also hear what they were doing.

If that was all that he needed to do, then surely he could do this. He could be worthy of it if only he followed their instructions; so far, they weren't difficult and he knew he was up to the task of whatever else they might set out for him. To show that he was paying attention, once his Dom was done, he mumbled out a happy, "Thank you, Sir," for that reward.

When he was told not to move, he fought the minute urge to try and follow whatever was going to be done next. He held still, and it paid off when soon he was sandwiched between Dom and Domme, their bodies holding him safe. The sounds that they made, the kiss whispering in his ear, made him tilt his head to try and hear it better. He wanted to be part of it as well, but he could be patient and quiet and obedient if that was what they wanted.

At least for this kiss, Shannon wasn't going to be part of it outside of being stuck between them. Eager little noises came from Michelle during the kiss and she wanted nothing more than to rock up against Shannon and get more out of this, but Eli placed a hand on her shoulder and she restrained herself. They ended the kiss pretty quickly and Michelle stepped back, leaving Eli alone pressed up against Shannon. "Thank you, Master," she said appreciatively to Eli and waited for him to make the next move.

"Take the lead," he responded calmly and finally moved from his spot, standing on Shannon's left and nudging his arm with his elbow to get his attention while Michelle grabbed the leash. "We're going back out. Are you ready?"

Swallowing back the interest that had piqued while they kissed, he tried to center himself once again. When he was nudged, he took the offer and placed his hand on his Dom's elbow to be led. With both of them there to lead him, there was no way he would get lost or misled. As long as they were there, he would have no apprehension. While they were in charge, he could focus on other things... like the distraction of his hardening dick or how he wished they would come close again.

"Yes, sir," he answered promptly. His head wasn't quite downturned, but he was ready to follow. There were people out there, but he wasn't theirs and all he needed to do was keep mind of that.

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