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Blessed by light and burden of shadows. [ closed ]

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 was already checking the outer tongue and the laces when he heard the sound of the gloves, his head tilting automatically to take in the movement without stilling his own. With the buckles off and laces loosened, Shannon guided Eli's right foot into the boot and began slowly tightening the laces, rung by rung, while he let his fingers trail over the leather and string. It was a soothing feeling, and the calm of the room, both of them going about their individual tasks, started to lull him into relaxation. Much as he was curious and somewhat anxious about the unknown ahead of them, this was good. Just them. Just being together.

Next came the outer tongue. After double-knotting the laces, Shannon held it up to the top of the boot and started the buckles there, letting it hang down the rest of the way so that he didn't need to occupy a hand merely keeping it upright. It meant he had more time to feel it out, working his fingers and his imagination to what all these pieces made Eli into once they were all in place. With that boot done, Shannon moved on to the second one with the same sort of meticulousness, a content quietness about him as he worked.

While Shannon took his time lacing up and putting on his boots for him, Eli moved on to putting on his jacket. It was one that was reminiscent of a straitjacket with straps going up the front with a tall collar and a strap on that as well. Instead of doing the straps himself, he decided to wait until Shannon was finished with his boots. If he liked the boots, then he might enjoy the jacket as well and he didn't want him to miss the chance to strap him up.

As soon as Shannon was done with his boots, Eli decided to grab his attention by carefully removing his glasses and setting them aside, smiling slightly as he did. "I need you to help me with my jacket now. This one's a bit more complicated than the last."

Although Shannon hadn't been expecting Eli to take his glasses, he tipped his head up and held still until Eli spoke. He felt a bit odd without them, like wearing shoes without socks or something, even if they weren't at all necessary. It was habit and they'd become a part of his usual attire. Taking them off felt weird, but nice at the same time.

He stood slowly at that, tapping his knee against the bed between Eli's legs to see if there was any room for him to kneel or lean while he inspected the new jacket. "More complicated?" he asked, hands already reaching out to inspect for himself. They started near Eli's chest, and almost immediately found one of the new features as they trailed about. His head dipped and tilted while he followed the strap of leather in both directions. Eventually he came to pick up the slack end with one hand, feeling along the end to discern how it might fit into the other side of the jacket — surely they couldn't just be there to hang now for no reason? Using his other hand, he felt along the opposite side and found what he was looking for: buckles. His face transformed into a grin while he began putting the two pieces together with the same care and focus as before. Not only did the material itself feel grand in his fingers, texture and smell and consistency, but letting his fingers work the small but simple mechanisms kept him occupied, helped still some of his constantly roiling thoughts. Once that was done, he continued his exploration, pausing every time he found a strap or buckle to locate its other half and reunite them, and making sure after that the fold underneath wasn't going to get caught bent at an odd angle. By the time he'd gotten to the bottom, he seemed satisfied with his understanding of the jacket while also having missed the high collar entirely.

Edited 2014-03-23 06:11 (UTC)

Seeing Shannon's reaction to the jacket made Eli very aware that he had made the right choice in bringing this out for this scene. He watched him work on the jacket, his eyes keeping close track of his hands. Watching Shannon's hands move over things and work were one of Eli's favorite things to do. There were lovely hands and just seeing them deftly work on things like laces or even these straps was something that downright mesmerized him.

Eli reached down and grabbed Shannon's wrists when he had seemed to finish on the jacket and moved them up to his neck so that his hands could feel the high collar that wasn't strapped together like the rest of the jacket Shannon had done up. "You missed a spot. I'd like you to fix that for me."

Hands curling and face twisting with confusion at the redirection, Shannon let his hands rest on the collar for a moment. Soon he was feeling around it and inside the neck to see how exactly it worked: he wasn't used to such tall collars, his own clothes lacking them and his sense of fashion severely stunted by the obvious. This was interesting and new, and Shannon decided that he liked it.

"Yes sir," he said, only somewhat flippant, while he relocated the strap and buckle. He was careful to make sure it was fastened properly, not too tight but also not too loose that it might get uncomfortable around Eli's neck. He definitely enjoyed the complicated parts of his boyfriend's outfit. It gave more flavor to what they were doing, and to Eli himself.

"Much better," Eli said calmly as soon as Shannon was done, not even checking to see how well it was done. He trusted Shannon's thoughts on the tightness of the strap and didn't feel like he needed to bother with it. Reaching down, he grabbed Shannon's hand once more, but this time he kissed his palm before letting go. "Now let's see about you. I think you're wearing far too many clothes."

First thing first, Eli started with the sweater vest, carefully pulling it over Shannon's head and arms, tossing it away before moving onto the shirt. He took longer to remove that, gloved fingers sliding up his side as he took that off as well. Then he stopped and looked at him for a moment. "We're definitely going to have to get you a new outfit to wear for this."

Shannon couldn't help but chuckle at Eli's comment, letting himself be moved and complying with the shirts coming off without a word. He shivered at the touch, enjoying the feel of the gloves and trying not to make any move that would have Eli speed up. After that was done, Shannon put his hands forward and rested them on Eli's chest, letting himself lightly knead his fingers on the leather of the jacket. "New outfit?" he asked. "Figured the idea was an absence of an outfit on my end. Do I even want to know what you're thinking?"

With a grin, Shannon undid button and zipper on his jeans, moving to get his own pants off without Eli's help. It was an automatic movement, considering that Eli said the clothes needed to come off; he figured that would include the pants. That Eli might want to do it himself slipped his mind entirely for the idea that Shannon could just do it for him.

"No, that was not the idea of it," he answered as he allowed Shannon to knead his jacket, being reminded vaguely of a cat while he does. The point wasn't to get him naked, but to remove everything that could be connected to his life outside of the scene. "I was thinking leather. maybe a collar, maybe something else to accentuate your body more."

There was a frown at Shannon taking off his pants and Eli reached out to grab Shannon's hands and stop him from removing them himself. He didn't say anything, instead just holding his hands tightly enough to be a warning and waiting for Shannon to realize what was going on before he would have to tell him what he did wrong.

"Collar?" Shannon asked, brow furrowing just enough to make it obvious that he was thinking about that. He got the idea of ownership and the idea of subs being under the control of the Dom and stuff like that, but a collar just made him think of Lacey. Of being a pet, something that wasn't quite human or on that level of intelligence despite any adoration or respect for what Lacey did to help Shannon. Something to entertain. Letting the conversation move on, he picked at the next thing Eli said. "What kind of accentuation?"

Hands encircling his own caught him off guard and his shoulders tensed. The pressure didn't hurt but it was definitely meant to hold and Shannon was trying to figure out what problem he had stumbled into now. Last time they had done this, Eli had told Shannon to take his clothes off before they'd really started, so that was what they were doing now. What was different...? Wait. Maybe that was it. Eli hadn't told him to do anything. "You didn't say go, did you," he said, sotto voice.

Edited 2014-03-24 04:37 (UTC)

"Collars are important symbols of ownership of the sub by their Dom. It's not something to be taken lightly and I think it's something we should consider," Eli explained to Shannon, leaving out the most important part of what the collar means. He doesn't think it is important to explain at the moment and while it is actually quite a big thing, it's not something he wants to shoulder on Shannon right now. "The kind that shows off your best assets. Well, besides your eyes."

Keeping hold of his hands, he pulled Shannon close and then forced his hands behind his back, holding them there as he sighed disappointingly. He missed the point that Eli was trying to get across, but he'll fix that mistake immediately. "I did not, because it's my turn."

"Sealing the deal, as it were?" That sort of made sense. For someone more mired in the culture than he was, Shannon figured it must have been easier for Eli to get into the idea of making this a regular thing if they filled out all the trappings of something more official with someone less clueless. His head tipped and he fluttered his eyelashes to make a point at that last part. "My eyes are definitely not one of my more useful assets, you know."

Eli restraining his hands wasn't exactly where Shannon imagined all this going, and he felt an automatic instinct to fight against it. His spine stiffened in preparation. It took quite a bit of will to force himself to relax, to let go of all that because Eli was making a good point. Letting his head dip forward, he flexed his hands experimentally against the hold Eli had them in and said, "Sorry. Go ahead."

"Something like that." More like something more than that, but Eli was definitely understating it to keep it from being something Shannon dwells on too much. It wasn't a discussion he wanted to have until later when Shannon knew what he was getting into. There was a soft laugh at Shannon fluttering his eyelashes. "I said best, not most useful. You could probably seduce a straight man with those pretty blue eyes of yours if you wanted."

He could feel Shannon's body language change from tense to somewhere more relaxed and it was only then that Eli released his hold on his hands. "I'm going to have to bind them for our scene today," he stated calmly as he worked on taking off Shannon's pants. "A reminder for next time: You dress me and I undress you."

That was probably for the best. Considering Eli wanted Shannon in the state of mind where he leaned instinctively on his Dom, giving him something so complicated to think about would only be counterintuitive to reaching the point where their scene could really begin. Shannon gave a huff of amusement. "Too bad it's never been on my to-do list before," he replied. Color had little meaning to him aside from the intellectual, but he knew well enough that blue eyes tended to get more attention than the more common brown. Funny how Shannon got the better deal on something he would never really use.

There was a moment where Shannon did not move, simply breathing. Then he slowly brought his hands forward again and continued what he had been doing with the jacket, feeling it out and trying to fill his hands with the texture before he was going to end up having no use of his hands for however long they kept at it. Of course, if Eli deemed that inappropriate, he would submit to that. With Eli working at his pants, Shannon merely waited until any signal that he should move to cooperate, now a bit wary of making too presumptuous a move. "Because I messed up," he surmised in response to the binding.

"It's a shame," Eli admitted with a slight shrug. He had always used his eye color to his advantage, but knowing Shannon, he might not truly be aware of the power he held in his eyes, beautiful and sightless as they were. "You could definitely take advantage of people with the right look."

There wasn't any reason to stop Shannon's hands now while they weren't interrupting what Eli was doing, so he let them be for now. Once they moved, there would definitely be a change in that and Eli would restrain them, but it was fine for now. "That's right. It's not permanent, so if you remember the rules, I'll remove them."

His eyes were an odd subject. Beautiful though they may be, Shannon knew he would never be able to make full use of them when he couldn't make eye contact on demand. That was part of the power they held and he knew it, which was why he generally didn't try to use them for any sort of nefarious deeds. He was plenty capable of being a manipulative shit in other ways, but using his eyes was generally out of the picture. "Oh, I know that much," he said mischievously. Shannon didn't need to use his eyes for them to be helpful.

There was some obvious thankfulness that he didn't get pulled away for now. One hand moved to fiddling with a buckle without actually undoing it, hands working around where he was trying to still his thoughts instead. "Remind me?" he asked. Brushing up on the rules was probably a good idea to make sure things went smoothly this time around.

"Don't I know it," he murmured softly as he stroked Shannon's temple. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't see and thus use the manipulative powers of his eyes to their full extent. Everyone would be doomed if he could.

"Of course," Eli started, pulling Shannon closer to him as he did. The rules were going to be a bit more relaxed this time now that Eli knew how Shannon would deal with them. "Do not do anything unless I have explicitly ordered you to or given you permission, you are to refer to me as sir instead of my name, and if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer."

Tilting his head into the hand at his temple, Shannon huffed softly. There wasn't a whole lot that could be changed about his blindness. It was a part of him, who he was, and even if had sight, Shannon was certain he would be someone entirely different. It wasn't for him. That never really bothered him, although sometimes... he did wonder what it was like.

His hands clenched at being brought closer. His head was already dipped low, but now he let himself relax just that bit more. This was okay. He could do this. Those weren't hard rules. "All right," he said. After a moment's pause, he added, "Sir. I can do that."

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"I know you can," Eli answered as he stopped stroking his temple to move his hand into his hair. The rules were easy so that he'd have no problems following them once he got into the right mindset. Get too complicated and everything started to fall apart. "My clever precious boy. You'll do well today and make me happy, won't you?"

Reaching back to the bed, he picked up his bag and removed his hand from Shannon's hair so that he would be able to follow him out to where Eli was going to set things up for their scene. "Follow me. We won't be needing the bed today."

There was a moment where everything in his mind simply smoothed out. The hand in his hair was enough to send his mind blank; things came in, he processed them and discarded them just as quickly. Nothing really reached him, everything becoming of the same level of unimportance in comparison to that feeling of care and comfort so simply conveyed. The words spoken next weren't really understood so much as felt; the tone of voice told him what he needed to know and he mumbled something, he wasn't sure what, in response.

Then it was gone and clarity slowly seeped back in. That wasn't bad, either. Although Shannon was curious as to what Eli had in mind where the bed was not an eventual destination, he did as asked. There was no reason to put the cart before the horse here. he made triply sure to keep his position in the house as they went, nothing conscious so much as determination not to have that wrenched away from him again.

Taking Shannon's hand with his own, Eli led him out of the bedroom and into the main living area. Once they were in the main entryway, he stopped and let go of his hand so that he could dig through the bag, pulling out a couple things that he would be using today. It was bondage things, of course, since he had said he was going to tie his hands, but there was also a flat square cushion he pulled out as well.

"Hold your hands out in front of you for me," he said as he started to affix a belt seemingly backwards onto Shannon's waist. Then he placed the cushion by Shannon's hands for him to take. "I want you to kneel on that for today. It'll be more comfortable than you kneeling straight on the floor."

When the belt was placed on him, Shannon's hands twitched and his arms moved despite himself. He caught the motion before it was too late and he started to inspect the belt, trying to keep the curiosity and confusion off his face. It was definitely not something he had anticipated and now he was wondering what Eli planned to use that for. The cushion only added further confusion, because the floor had apparently been good enough last time — not that his knees had thanked him for it, but he didn't come out crippled or anything.

He let his hands wander the material, testing texture and firmness before he moved to place it down before him. It was a slow, cautious move to make sure whether Eli intended for him to do it now or if these were just the instructions for later; he would stop if told. As nothing happened, Shannon placed himself on the cushion and tried to get comfortable as he had the week before. It was not easy and he found himself fidgeting once again. How did people do this for hours at a time? What was the belt for? What were they going to do that needed him both kneeling and wearing a leather belt?

Edited (but. belt. why.) 2014-03-29 19:05 (UTC)

The belt was leather, as it seemed all of Eli's D/s tools were, and it had a metal d ring on the back that seemed to be the main reason that Eli had put it on backwards. Once Shannon was on his knees, Eli knelt down and took his wrists gently so that he could put the restraints on them. They too were leather and seemed similar to the belt with a d ring to attach them to things. Eli took out a y chain and hooked the restraints together and then attached the restraints to the belt, limiting the movement of Shannon's hands considerably.

"There we go," Eli said cheerfully as he reached up and kissed Shannon's forehead gently. He then started to adjust Shannon's legs to make him more comfortable. "Today is going to be something simple. You're going to kneel on this cushion until you get used to it since I will be forcing you into this position more often in the future."

Oh. That was why the belt. As Eli began to bind his hands, Shannon got a clearer picture of what the belt actually was; when his bound wrists were attached, he tugged at the bonds for curiosity's sake, checking the give that he had and how much bite the restraints would give him. Not too bad, definitely not something he could break out of and Shannon let himself give a bemused smile. Eli had definitely said his hands would be bound and this was a good way of doing that. Different from the rope of last time, here he didn't even have the option of lifting his arms more than a scant few inches.

Hearing what the plans were, Shannon allowed himself to finally look confused. That was it? He was just going to sit here without the use of his hands until Eli was satisfied? Sure, once he was comfortable he could probably last quite a while... but that seemed anticlimactic. That couldn't be it.

Seeing Shannon's look of confusion made Eli laugh as he sat back and looked at him, an amused expression on his face. "The plan was that I wanted to draw you," he said, trying to keep himself from laughing while talking. "And I'm going to be talking to you about a few things while I'm drawing so that you can learn something during this besides the obvious 'how to kneel' lesson."

He grabbed his bag and pulled out his sketchpad, pencil, and eraser while he was still talking, tapping the side of Shannon's face lightly with the eraser end of his pencil. "You're not going to have any problems with that are you? And let me know whenever you need a drink and I'll help you with that."

Shannon huffed at the laughter. That sounded simple enough, although the end result wasn't something he would get to enjoy. That was okay, since it did tell Shannon something about Eli that he hadn't really realized before: he drew. It was interesting enough that it was out of his mouth before he could stop it. "You draw?"

He winced when he heard his own voice, realized what he'd just done. He dropped his head and nodded. "No problems at all," he acknowledged. Talking sounded like an interesting way to carry on, considering that one of the tenets seemed to be quiet until spoken to. Maybe it would be interesting, speaking only on Eli's terms while he did something that Shannon could not access.

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