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obedientdog) wrote2021-05-01 09:28 pm
obedientdog) wrote2021-05-01 09:28 pm
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that verse, same as the first, v3
Tonight, those pieces involve a couple fairly large plastic boxes, just opaque enough to make it difficult to pick out their contents. One of them makes rather peculiar sounds, like metal on metal, while the other features an assortment of brightly colored but strangely shaped objects. Kavinsky grins when Skov comes out to meet him at the car, leaning in to steal a brief kiss, just because he can. Just because he likes how Skov feels against him.
Honestly he felt a little weird about moving them to the warehouse, but he'd rather have the kink conversation with Skov and Swan as opposed to if his mother found them. It was one of the reasons he hated it when she was being a particular bitch and went through his shit looking for drugs. Both boxes are unhelpfully labelled Alligators!! Do not open!! but they'd mostly lived in the back of his closet anyway. But with K no one could entirely discount the possibility.]
Here, help me with this.
[K presses one of the boxes off on Skov so he can more easily manage to get through the doorway, and he's at least nice enough to hold it open for the other boy. If Skov tries to scrutinize what it is that he's carrying, he can probably at least pick out the pairs of handcuffs, maybe the ambiguous lengths of leather and chains, too.
Why yes, it is his sex toy collection.]
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Sure.
[Skov took the box without complaint, peering over the top of it while he followed the other boy. Of course, curiosity got the best of him while he walked and he tried to squint at the contents through the mostly opaque plastic. He almost tripped over his own two feet when he made out a pair of handcuffs in the box.]
So, uh. Question. Are there handcuffs in here? I wasn't snooping, I just-
[He didn't have a good defense, really. He had been snooping, kind of.]
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It's alright; I wouldn't have brought this stuff here if I was worried about you seeing it. But yeah, there's handcuffs for sure.
[He considers for a moment and then lifts an eyebrow as he sets the box he was carrying down not too far from the bed. This is still new, still awkward territory that it seems they're slowly stumbling their way through. But they're trying, right? They want to understand him, and don't judge him for being who he is. For wanting both of them. Needing them in his life. He feels impossibly lucky some nights and others he feels like he's not enough in a way that scrapes his soul from his skin and leaves him shaking in the misery. But K has always struggled like this. And the ratio has gotten better: there are more days where he smiles. And maybe he relies on the cocaine a little less.
So he figures they wont judge him for having two rather large boxes full of vibes and dildos and kink toys. With the hormones, his sex drive was through the roof just as a baseline. And he hadn't really trusted anyone else with his secrets, so instead it was in dreams. But it was also like this: either what he could manage by himself, and a couple times, it was what he could manage with someone else and his pants on. The rumors were mostly bullshit, but like all good lies, there was truth to it somewhere, too. But if he was keeping his pants on it rarely really felt like he was involved; it wasn't the same, didn't feel like having sex with someone.
He flusters a little, but he grins, a little bit wicked and certainly conspiratorial. His dark eyes warm as he looks Skov over, almost considering. Or maybe he's just thinking about that night before, about the boy's hands on his skin.]
If you wanted to, we could look through it. Show you what toys I like and see if anything catches your fancy?
[He doesn't really know how to tell Skov that it's okay to be interested, but his tone is warm, and he hopes it sounds inviting. His pulse races, still a little- he's still learning to be comfortable with this. That there are boys that want to touch him, that don't think that he's wrong. So when he meets his eyes, his gaze definitely has heat to it. One of the things about taking hormones, is the fact that it means he's always just a few inches away from turned on. And just hearing Skov's mouth say handcuffs was enough of a thrill to get him the rest of the way. But he's trying to not look too eager, at least.
Right now, it all feels okay. Better than that, even- it feels good.]
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[He hadn't wanted to seem nosy--in a bad way, anyway, 'cause he was totally nosy. He didn't usually mean to shove his nose into things but he was curious. He knew the saying about curiosity killing the cat but he also knew the part people didn't usually quote, the part where satisfaction brought it back.
The way that Kavinsky looked at him maybe would've made him blush if he was someone else. As it was, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled with something like interest or heat. He always got a little weak in the knees around Kavinsky; he just- he had a presence, a charisma, something magnetic.]
I'm not gonna say no to that offer.
[He grinned, carrying the box over to put it down.]
I've never, like...seen these kinds of things in person.
[Just in some of the porn he'd watched. He'd always figured Kavinsky was kinky, but if there was at least one box full of sex toys...that was pretty impressive, really. And here the only thing Skov had collected was action figures. He could've been spending his money on so much better stuff.]
I mean, I've seen handcuffs, but, you know. Not in a sexual sense. Not that I've been arrested, but-
[Not that he thought Kavinsky would be disappointed in him or some shit if he had been arrested, but.
He stopped, took a breath, and gestured to the box.]
So what's in the box?
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[His voice was almost a purr, playful and filthy, a little teasing. For his part, K thought that there was something about being in a room with Skov, too. He always managed to grab his attention. Made him shiver a little just to be around him. He adored Swan too, of course, but it was-- they each felt different.
There's something about the prospect of this. About Skov touching him while K showed off his toys, maybe slipping those handcuffs around Skov's wrists... there were so many ideas and so much potential and Kavinsky ached for it all. And yeah, he was a pervert, and kinky as fuck. But he didn't think that would be new information to Skov, not really. Just the specifics of it.
He laughed at the question, instead reaching out and hitting the clasps on the lid so that he could pop it off and toss it on the floor.]
Where's the fun in telling? I figure I can demonstrate. And if there's anything you wanna try, or if you've got questions, just say something. I'm not shy about this stuff-- I mean, not with you, anyway. But basically this box is the kinky shit, and the other one is.. you know. Dildos and remote control butt plugs and flavored lube and everything else pervy.
[He pauses briefly, seeming to consider something and then shrugging his shoulders. It wasn't like he'd ever done this before, but he figured he could adjust things if something seemed like it would work better. He could just... ask, but that wasn't precisely what he was good at. But he pauses, looking at Skov with a slight tilt of his head.]
Or if you want, you can just get nosy and pull out stuff that looks interesting, and either I can tell you about it, or we can figure out another way to demonstrate.
[K winked, filthy but playful. He didn't want to put any pressure on him, but he also meant it when he said he wasn't shy about showing him. Not even the neon dragon dildos and other weird shit. It was one of those things where he'd just picked up a few things every now and then and before he knew it, he had what could only be termed a collection.
He starts picking things out of the box, laying them out on the edge of the bed. Handcuffs. Four red leather cuffs in what looks rather like a dragon scale pattern with a cross shaped connector between them. A ball gag. Some sort of gag missing the ball. A metal collar that was difficult to see how it was supposed to unlock. A long length of soft red rope. A leather collar that seemed a bit more intuitive.
And that was just the first few things Kavinsky happened to grab.]
C'mon. Show me what catches your eye.
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Okay, but what does a remote control butt plug do?
[He grinned, cheeks dimpling. Yeah, he could think of some ways they could demonstrate things from K's assortment of kinky things.
Watching K lay out some of the things, Skov first started reaching for the handcuffs, then immediately detoured to run a finger along the red leather cuffs, curious about the texture.]
What's that part for?
[He gestured to the cross connector bit. Things that might be obvious to others didn't always immediately make sense to him. He'd probably get there on his own in the end, but he figured it was easier and faster just to ask.]
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I also have one where you can sync it to an app on your phone. And then I'm wearing a vibrating butt plug- or, in one case, a butt plug with bonus bunny tail- and you're in control of when it vibrates, how strong it is, if you wanna sync it to my music, or use vibration patterns, or whatever. Some even heat to body temp. So it's the same premise, but more bells on, and instead of having to be in the same room, you could be fucking me with it while I'm in math class.
[Kavinsky smirks. Yeah, he had played with that idea once before. And he thought it was really hot. Of course, he thought it'd be hotter with Swan or Skov instead of a stranger he found on Grindr, but that almost goes without saying. There's a slight way that Kavinsky's eyelashes flutter. There's something about watching Skov's fingers touch against the red leather. And he grins at the question, totally willing to explain.
He even makes a notable attempt to not seem like a dick about it, doesn't even tease him. Instead, he just points to it.]
So it can actually get you a number of different positions, but hogtied is sort of the most common. On your chest, with the wrist and ankle cuffs all connected to this. But it can also put you on your knees, with your wrists bound behind you to your ankles, or it could even be used to bind someone's wrists to some sort of solid connector, maybe with thigh cuffs connected to the ankle cuffs..? Though, that would leave someone rather exposed.
[Kavinsky doesn't sound like he minds, though. Not based on the sound of his voice, a little breathy, almost a shiver to the way that he says it, looking at Skov. Maybe a little intense, but this always was going to be; it wasn't like Kavinsky knew how not to just melt into someone.]
I like both cuffs and ropes. Problem is that with rope, it was hard to make it not cling to the places I don't want it to- at least since I was doing it by myself. So I tended to lean more towards leather, harnesses and cuffs and that sort of thing.
[He pauses, looking around in his box of fun for something in particular and comes up with a set of four portable hardpoints.] These are great. They'll vacuum seal to just about any clean flat surface, for when you really want to restrain someone right there or in a particular position. Guy I bought them from used them on the hood of his fucking car.
Though, really, if you and Swan were into it, we could set up our own whole... kinky sex space sort of thing.
[He'd never really connected with the whole dungeon imagery, to be entirely honest. And he'd want it to be a group project. Make sure it had everything for everyone, but also that it'd be comfortable for everyone, too.]
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[He almost made it sound like a question though it wasn't intended to be. He was already getting distracted by imagining syncing vibrations to music. With the kind of music they usually listened to, especially Kavinsky, he couldn't imagine someone lasting long.
After a moment, he remembered Kavinsky'd just said bunny tail, and smirked.]
So, is it a bunny tail 'cause of the whole 'fuck like rabbits' thing?
[It was cute either way, maybe a little silly, but he didn't want to say it was cute. He was also still half distracted with the idea of fucking with Kavinsky while he was in class. As if it wasn't hard enough to focus on something like math to start with, it'd be even harder with a vibrating butt plug.]
You might've just set yourself up for some in-class action.
[As far as the explanation for the leather cuffs and the connector, it made a lot of sense as soon as Kavinsky said it. The lightbulb went off for Skov, so to speak, and he nodded enthusiastically. What he'd been imagining was boring compared to the truth and possibilities.
Something flickered through his eyes at the sight of the hardpoints. The idea of attaching them to a car, cuffing someone to them, and fucking them right there? That was pretty appealing. And he was only briefly concerned with what it would do to the paint.
He almost said 'like a sex dungeon?' himself but he didn't really like the idea of it being a dungeon, either. It seemed...too gloomy or serious or something. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but a more generically named sex space sounded pretty great.]
I think a sexy space for all of us is a great idea. Like, we wouldn't have to worry about parents messing with our shit here.
[Because there were few things less sexy than your parents finding your toys or porn or whatever. Total mood killer and a potential creator of intrusive thoughts.]
And we've got a lot of privacy and tons of room.
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And he'd discovered that some materials didn't play nice together, and this helped avoid that particular problem. Melted sex toys was sort of horrifying.]
Only the white one does the cool stuff. But, yeah. It was the first one I saw that did that sorta stuff. And I mean- the bunny thing is sorta hot, right?
[He'd be Skov's sex bunny. Not that he was about to say that outloud, but- the other boy didn't make him feel like he had to fight to feel like a boy. That made it a little bit easier to just exist, to just be interested in whatever might feel good or be fun to play with. Which was normally his feelings when it came to sex- at least with masturbation. When other people weren't involved he only had to handle his own feelings.
He grins, tilting his head as he looks at Skov. He steps in close for a moment, presses a kiss to the side of his neck, trailing kisses down along the curve of his skin, exhaling in a way that's obviously affected. He just- he needed to touch him a little, to feel something.]
Yeah? I'd really, really like that.
[He skims his hands down to the other boy's hips, holding on like he's steadying himself. He was very, very interested in the idea of being tied down to someone's car and fucked like that. Not that it was any sort of a surprise when it came to Kavinsky, but he'd never told anyone before. Not that he'd spelled it out, but Skov was a similar sort of boy as K was- he thought that he'd catch the appeal. In K's opinion having to take his car to Boyd's to fix the paint would be worth it.]
That's what I was thinking. We can figure it out together. And I could dream some sort of security system for it, too. Some James Bond voice code or something. So if we ever end up having parties here or whatever, no one can get curious and wander into our sex room.
[Yeah, Kavinsky was very much in favor of making sure that no one could find their toys. And having a large space with whatever seemed like fun. Suspension rings and sex swings and whatever else seemed like it'd be good. He nips at Skov's neck, his fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt. Really, Kavinsky's ability to talk about this sort of stuff without getting touchy was pretty low, and Skov was really hot.]
You wanna see me in a harness? I wanna show off for you.
[It was sort of an excuse to take his clothes off, but he didn't think Skov would mind. And it was also- Kavinsky wasn't always comfortable taking his clothes off, or showing off. But it was a good day and Skov felt almost safer than when he was alone. Like he believed that K was a guy more than he did some days.]