[ Suguru is far from oblivious to the effect he has on Yuji, and it's only his own self-control that keeps him from accepting every open invitation the younger man is practically lobbing perfectly across the plate for Suguru. He knows he'd barely even have to swing to send the metaphorical ball flying out of the stadium – which is why he needs to be careful.
He doesn't want to get carried away and inadvertently do damage. ]
Let's go find ourselves some space.
[ And he rises from the couch, offering Yuji his hand. ]
[ Yuji shifts, pushing himself up and away from the sofa they'd been comfortable on, reaching out and letting his hand slide into Geto's without hesitation.
It's warm, and large, and it makes him swallow.
Everything about him is so attractive, so outrageously sexy, that Yuji has no idea how he was the one chosen for tonight. What could he have done to earn this? It's utterly baffling, but he's not going to let it slip through his fingers. He wants this too much for that. ]
[ It's so charming how Yuji leaps to follow his instructions like an overeager puppy, practically tripping over himself to please Suguru. How can he not find that endearing?
And hot.
Leading Yuji out of the more lounge-like room, Suguru carves a path through the various scenes occurring throughout the space, giving the occasional nod or wave to his staff as he goes. When they reach the more private location where Suguru stores his belongings, he's pleased to see that no one is currently using the room, despite the fact that it's clearly dedicated to rope. There are multiple hardpoints on the ceiling with rings and carabiners waiting to be used; there's a bamboo log suspended about six feet above the ground for different kinbaku and shibari options, and a steel spider is tucked into the corner. There aren't a plethora of riggers vying for space, so Suguru doesn't usually have to worry about waiting to use any of the facilities (despite owning it all, he doesn't presume to call dibs).
Suguru releases Yuji's hand only to go to a closet tucked in the corner, pulling a key from his pocket to unlock it. He calls casually over his shoulder, ]
Go ahead and take off everything you're comfortable removing. I just need to unpack my supplies, if you don't mind giving me a moment.
[ And he brings over a couple of duffle bags that had been locked away for safe keeping, dropping them onto the floor and kneeling to start sorting through the hanks of rope. ]
[ Yuji cannot help but be desperately curious as they walk through together, Suguru’s hand warm in his own, the way his cheeks flush hot with warmth and his body tingles with desire.
People keep staring at them as they move, and Yuji can’t tell if they’re looking at him or the man beside him, and he feels a curl of something sour inside him. He feels marginally possessive over Suguru despite having just met, which is a silly, foolish thing to feel over a stranger.
They barely know each other. They’re just going to play. He has to keep himself calm, tamed.
Breathing out as soon as they’re somewhere private, Yuji steps over and starts to tug off his clothes. Later by layer they’re folded and placed aside, licking his lips as he turns to watch Suguru - until he’s dressed in nothing but his underwear, cheeks neon even in the half dark. ]
[ As Yuji gets undressed, Suguru unpacks his ropes, some safety shears, and a knife. He sets them all aside and within easy reach, looking up again when Yuji speaks. ]
What a good question.
[ Suguru hums as he surveys the room, and then steps aside to retrieve one of the chairs that line the walls, making easy seating for observers or people waiting to use the space. But for him and Yuji, it should work just fine.
Moving the chair into the middle of the floor, Suguru gestures to a spot right in front of the seat. ]
Why don't you kneel on the floor here? I'll tie you on the ground, and then I should be able to lift you and put you in my lap on the chair.
[ Because even if Yuji looks... dense, Suguru is confident he can lift the guy when he's all trussed up and get Yuji situated in his lap, while Suguru occupies the chair. ]
That should make it easy to spank you over my knee – and allow me plenty of access to the rest of you. [ Suguru winks playfully at Yuji before he shrugs out of his light jacket, setting it near Yuji's pile of clothes. ]
[ Yuji gets caught up in looking around the room as Suguru gets out the equipment he needs, attention only drawn back when the other man speaks. He knows he’s already painfully into this, embarrassed at how obvious it must be with him only in his boxers - but isn’t that a compliment too? That Suguru has him this worked up at just the promise of playing together?
Hesitating for only one more moment, he wiggles out of his underwear and adds them to the pile before he steps over to kneel down in front of the chair, tilting his head to look up at the other man.
The angle is good - from here Suguru looks huge, and Yuji is well aware of how the position looks, how he could open his mouth and offer tongue and throat - if that’s what they were into. Right now, though, there are other plans.
He wants to see those through.
Breathing out, he rests his hands on his legs, nodding. ]
[ Suguru isn't shy about how he appraises Yuji, taking eager stock of the younger man's muscles, the lines of his chest and shoulders – and, of course, Yuji's bricked-up cock. Flattering, yes; exciting, absolutely. Suguru can't deny how much he enjoys the evidence of Yuji's desire, how clearly Yuji is into this, into Suguru.
Sure, Suguru has been playing long enough that he can separate the all-consuming thrill that comes with scenes like this, the intensity of them. But differentiating between Suguru's kinks and the reality of his inner self has given Suguru the experience to recognize how this feeds his ego. It lets him acknowledge that the frenzy of eager new subs has less to do with him and more to do with hormones and sex and novelty – and he's fine with that. He doesn't need the people he plays with to see more than the persona of a seasoned kinkster and club owner.
Smiling down at Yuji, Suguru leans over the younger man, hand outstretched to comb through pink hair. ]
Then let's get started.
[ He tousles Yuji's hair with casual affection before straightening up, going over to fetch a few handfuls of rope. ]
[ There’s a certain amount of novelty to it, this being the first time he’s really submitting - Yuji knows he’s into being told what to do, that he’s into the idea of being bound and left wanting, but there’s another layer to it too. There’s something about it being Suguru, this man in particular, that makes it a little more heady, a little more delicious.
He wants this man. Not just to dom him, to order him, but because… He’s handsome, and pretty, and Yuji finds him charming too, deliciously so. He doesn’t know how to say that properly, however.
Nodding his head, he tilts into the touch, breathing out. ]
Red means stop. Yellow means pause. Green means everything is fine.
[ His eyes are wide and dark as he gazes at Suguru. ]
[ Suguru's praise comes naturally as he drops most of the rope beside Yuji, one hank remaining in his grip. With a practiced shake, the whole bundle falls apart into a single, workable tail, and Suguru feeds out the rest as he circles Yuji. Standing behind the younger man, Suguru drops to one knee, then reaches to settle his hands on Yuji's shoulders. ]
Now, shoulders back... [ He helps guide Yuji into position, taking one of Yuji's arms and then the other to situate them behind Yuji. Folding one forearm over the other, Suguru's own hands lead Yuji to cradle his elbows, to neatly hold the position. ]
Just like that. [ Suguru doesn't take any familiar liberties with Yuji like kissing Yuji in random places or holding him close, but his touch is gentle as he starts to guide the rope around Yuji's wrists. He binds Yuji's arms, and shoulders, winding rope around his broad chest and following the lines of defined muscle that practically make Suguru's mouth water with the urge to trace them with his own tongue. One look at Yuji is all it takes for Suguru to understand why so many people were coming up to the guy and asking Yuji to top the hell out of them – but also? Suguru especially loves tying muscular men, the ones who look like they can bench unreasonable numbers or might already pride themselves on their physical strength.
Exactly the type of man Suguru wants to render helpless and utterly vulnerable by his whims. ]
Yuji shifts, letting Geto move him, adjusting his body and nudging it one way then the other. It doesn't feel like much of a strain at first, and Yuji can enjoy that, just letting himself bask in the feeling of fingers touching his skin, leaving him tingling, prickling with want. If his cock wasn't already hard, then he would've been getting there in seconds, his own want burning through him.
When he tilts his head to watch Suguru, all he can do is swallow. It's intimidating, the way he does this so easily, so skilfully, and Yuji is once again painfully aware of his own uncertainty, his own freshness at this - because he's so brand new to it all that he wonders if he'll even be good enough for this man.
He wants to do this again. He wants to do this more. He has to be good enough.
Nodding his head, he breathes out and closes his eyes, already enjoying the moment too much. ]
[ Suguru is unflappable in his work. He doesn't flinch or falter or pause for a second; he knows the safest placement by heart, the rhythm of tying someone as easy as breathing. Yuji does a wonderful job holding still despite the obviousness of his hard-on, and Suguru makes quick work of the chest harness. Once he ties off the final knot, he tests a few different points of tension, slipping two fingers between Yuji's skin and the ropes to ensure it isn't too tight.
Satisfied, Suguru wraps his hand around the central knot between Yuji's shoulder blades, dragging the younger man back to lean against Suguru's chest. His other hand comes up to stroke pink hair as Suguru looks down on the adorably flushed Yuji. ]
You're doing so well, Yuji.
How's that feel? Pinching anywhere or any numbness?
[ The process of it is almost relaxing, Yuji thinks. Before, he’d only ever had his wrists tied up and it had been fine, good, but it hadn’t felt like enough when he’d been so keen and desperate for more and no one had seemed willing to give it to him. Being able to be on his knees now, to feel the floor under him and fingers move over his body… It’s almost like relief. Like someone has stolen the tension in his spine and thrown it away.
He doesn’t zone out, exactly, but he slips into idle happiness easily enough, letting Suguru move around him until he’s done. Only then do his eyes drag up, and he shakes his head slowly, licking his lips and letting himself enjoy the feeling of rope on his skin. He shifts one way and then the other, testing, before he smiles. ]
This is fine. It feels good.
[ Then, haltingly, unsure, he blinks up at Suguru with a smile. ]
[ The gratitude is adorable, truly. He doesn't think Yuji has anything particular to thank him for, but the younger man is so polite, so deferential. He's not an intentional, monumental brat, like some people in Suguru's life.
Suguru likes that about Yuji. ]
Very good.
[ Brushing Yuji's hair from his forehead, Suguru looks down into that handsome face, gaze a little more... heated as he licks his lips. ]
I forgot to ask before we started, but may I kiss you? [ ... Suguru didn't realize how much he wants to kiss Yuji until he was suddenly presented with the realization that he forgot to check-in earlier. They hashed out fingering and a handjob, but kissing? They didn't agree on that.
Just leaning in and kissing Yuji when that wasn't part of their negotiation or agreement would be bad form. ]
[ He's still learning, adjusting to the rules, or what he thinks are the right rules, gazing up at Suguru with wide eyes. He trusts this man, more than maybe he should since he's a relative stranger, but... There's a reason this place has such a good reputation, and if he's the guy that owns it... Then of course it'll be fine.
He's enjoying himself, too. He likes the twist of the rope, the fingers that brush over his skin, the way that his eyes feel a little hazy already, the enjoyment obvious. ]
Kiss me...?
[ Yuji blinks, as if the idea simply hadn't occurred to him, before a smile spreads over his face, bright and warm. ]
Yeah. You can kiss me as much as you'd like to, Suguru. I'd like that.
[ Oh. That smile is as warm as sunshine, almost whisking Suguru's breath right out of his lungs. But instead, he returns that smile, leaning over Yuji's shoulder and brushing the first kiss across his cheek. ]
Then I'll definitely take a few more liberties. [ His chuckle rumbles against Yuji's skin, and then he shifts to the side, his hand still steadying Yuji by the ropes knotted behind him. ]
Let's have you lie on your back while I tie your legs. This part will be quick, so you won't keep your weight on your arms for long.
[ Instead of making Yuji flop backwards onto the floor carelessly, Suguru places his palms on the younger man's shoulder and the back of his head to guide him. He doesn't want Yuji to hurt himself, after all. ]
[ He can't help the way that he smiles, spreading across his face as he feels that first, gentle brush of lips over his skin. This is dangerous, isn't it? Liking this man so much already, with just one half-done scene... He'll have to keep tighter control over himself.
He has to.
Slowly, he lets himself lean back, sliding down to the ground with a nod of his head, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in the tug of the rope, the pull on his muscle, all making him feel so good. ]
[ Suguru gives Yuji an approving little pat on the head, like he's praising a dog learning a new trick. ]
Good boy.
[ It's teasing, lighthearted more than an express move to assert himself over Yuji; Yuji is doing great for his first scene in this kind of environment and for this sort of complicated rope, and Suguru wants him to know it.
Reaching for more rope, Suguru scoots down to start work on Yuji's legs. Guiding the younger man to bend at the knee, Suguru begins to wind the rope around, securing one section of calf to thigh in efficient, neat lines. This is clearly an easy tie, and Suguru finishes one leg and then the second in under three minutes.
When he's done, Yuji's legs are both bound but separate; he can still turn and move at the hip, but he's effectively tied into a permanent kneel. Slipping his fingers under the ropes to test the tension, Suguru looks down at Yuji with that same easy smile. ]
[ The fact that something as simple as a little pat to his head has Yuji perking up... Perhaps he is just a puppy with a new trick.
He shouldn't be so eager, he shouldn't want this so much, so desperately, but... He breathes out, licking his lips a little as he gazes up at Suguru with red cheeks and a warm, wanting expression. ]
No, no pinching. It feels good.
[ Yuji watches the movement of his hand, the slip of his fingers, before he breathes out slowly and sinks into the ropes and the hold. This feels remarkable. ]
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No, that's - I think that's good for now, until I can decide something else.
[ Shifting, he wiggles a little bit closer. ]
Can we go somewhere private now... Suguru?
[ Yuji is clearly... Desperate for this man to touch him, if his glances are anything to go by. ]
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He doesn't want to get carried away and inadvertently do damage. ]
Let's go find ourselves some space.
[ And he rises from the couch, offering Yuji his hand. ]
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[ Yuji shifts, pushing himself up and away from the sofa they'd been comfortable on, reaching out and letting his hand slide into Geto's without hesitation.
It's warm, and large, and it makes him swallow.
Everything about him is so attractive, so outrageously sexy, that Yuji has no idea how he was the one chosen for tonight. What could he have done to earn this? It's utterly baffling, but he's not going to let it slip through his fingers. He wants this too much for that. ]
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And hot.
Leading Yuji out of the more lounge-like room, Suguru carves a path through the various scenes occurring throughout the space, giving the occasional nod or wave to his staff as he goes. When they reach the more private location where Suguru stores his belongings, he's pleased to see that no one is currently using the room, despite the fact that it's clearly dedicated to rope. There are multiple hardpoints on the ceiling with rings and carabiners waiting to be used; there's a bamboo log suspended about six feet above the ground for different kinbaku and shibari options, and a steel spider is tucked into the corner. There aren't a plethora of riggers vying for space, so Suguru doesn't usually have to worry about waiting to use any of the facilities (despite owning it all, he doesn't presume to call dibs).
Suguru releases Yuji's hand only to go to a closet tucked in the corner, pulling a key from his pocket to unlock it. He calls casually over his shoulder, ]
Go ahead and take off everything you're comfortable removing. I just need to unpack my supplies, if you don't mind giving me a moment.
[ And he brings over a couple of duffle bags that had been locked away for safe keeping, dropping them onto the floor and kneeling to start sorting through the hanks of rope. ]
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People keep staring at them as they move, and Yuji can’t tell if they’re looking at him or the man beside him, and he feels a curl of something sour inside him. He feels marginally possessive over Suguru despite having just met, which is a silly, foolish thing to feel over a stranger.
They barely know each other. They’re just going to play. He has to keep himself calm, tamed.
Breathing out as soon as they’re somewhere private, Yuji steps over and starts to tug off his clothes. Later by layer they’re folded and placed aside, licking his lips as he turns to watch Suguru - until he’s dressed in nothing but his underwear, cheeks neon even in the half dark. ]
Where do you want me…?
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What a good question.
[ Suguru hums as he surveys the room, and then steps aside to retrieve one of the chairs that line the walls, making easy seating for observers or people waiting to use the space. But for him and Yuji, it should work just fine.
Moving the chair into the middle of the floor, Suguru gestures to a spot right in front of the seat. ]
Why don't you kneel on the floor here? I'll tie you on the ground, and then I should be able to lift you and put you in my lap on the chair.
[ Because even if Yuji looks... dense, Suguru is confident he can lift the guy when he's all trussed up and get Yuji situated in his lap, while Suguru occupies the chair. ]
That should make it easy to spank you over my knee – and allow me plenty of access to the rest of you. [ Suguru winks playfully at Yuji before he shrugs out of his light jacket, setting it near Yuji's pile of clothes. ]
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Hesitating for only one more moment, he wiggles out of his underwear and adds them to the pile before he steps over to kneel down in front of the chair, tilting his head to look up at the other man.
The angle is good - from here Suguru looks huge, and Yuji is well aware of how the position looks, how he could open his mouth and offer tongue and throat - if that’s what they were into. Right now, though, there are other plans.
He wants to see those through.
Breathing out, he rests his hands on his legs, nodding. ]
I’m ready for you, Suguru.
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Sure, Suguru has been playing long enough that he can separate the all-consuming thrill that comes with scenes like this, the intensity of them. But differentiating between Suguru's kinks and the reality of his inner self has given Suguru the experience to recognize how this feeds his ego. It lets him acknowledge that the frenzy of eager new subs has less to do with him and more to do with hormones and sex and novelty – and he's fine with that. He doesn't need the people he plays with to see more than the persona of a seasoned kinkster and club owner.
Smiling down at Yuji, Suguru leans over the younger man, hand outstretched to comb through pink hair. ]
Then let's get started.
[ He tousles Yuji's hair with casual affection before straightening up, going over to fetch a few handfuls of rope. ]
Tell me what the safewords are, Yuji.
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He wants this man. Not just to dom him, to order him, but because… He’s handsome, and pretty, and Yuji finds him charming too, deliciously so. He doesn’t know how to say that properly, however.
Nodding his head, he tilts into the touch, breathing out. ]
Red means stop. Yellow means pause. Green means everything is fine.
[ His eyes are wide and dark as he gazes at Suguru. ]
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[ Suguru's praise comes naturally as he drops most of the rope beside Yuji, one hank remaining in his grip. With a practiced shake, the whole bundle falls apart into a single, workable tail, and Suguru feeds out the rest as he circles Yuji. Standing behind the younger man, Suguru drops to one knee, then reaches to settle his hands on Yuji's shoulders. ]
Now, shoulders back... [ He helps guide Yuji into position, taking one of Yuji's arms and then the other to situate them behind Yuji. Folding one forearm over the other, Suguru's own hands lead Yuji to cradle his elbows, to neatly hold the position. ]
Just like that. [ Suguru doesn't take any familiar liberties with Yuji like kissing Yuji in random places or holding him close, but his touch is gentle as he starts to guide the rope around Yuji's wrists. He binds Yuji's arms, and shoulders, winding rope around his broad chest and following the lines of defined muscle that practically make Suguru's mouth water with the urge to trace them with his own tongue. One look at Yuji is all it takes for Suguru to understand why so many people were coming up to the guy and asking Yuji to top the hell out of them – but also? Suguru especially loves tying muscular men, the ones who look like they can bench unreasonable numbers or might already pride themselves on their physical strength.
Exactly the type of man Suguru wants to render helpless and utterly vulnerable by his whims. ]
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Yuji shifts, letting Geto move him, adjusting his body and nudging it one way then the other. It doesn't feel like much of a strain at first, and Yuji can enjoy that, just letting himself bask in the feeling of fingers touching his skin, leaving him tingling, prickling with want. If his cock wasn't already hard, then he would've been getting there in seconds, his own want burning through him.
When he tilts his head to watch Suguru, all he can do is swallow. It's intimidating, the way he does this so easily, so skilfully, and Yuji is once again painfully aware of his own uncertainty, his own freshness at this - because he's so brand new to it all that he wonders if he'll even be good enough for this man.
He wants to do this again. He wants to do this more. He has to be good enough.
Nodding his head, he breathes out and closes his eyes, already enjoying the moment too much. ]
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Satisfied, Suguru wraps his hand around the central knot between Yuji's shoulder blades, dragging the younger man back to lean against Suguru's chest. His other hand comes up to stroke pink hair as Suguru looks down on the adorably flushed Yuji. ]
You're doing so well, Yuji.
How's that feel? Pinching anywhere or any numbness?
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He doesn’t zone out, exactly, but he slips into idle happiness easily enough, letting Suguru move around him until he’s done. Only then do his eyes drag up, and he shakes his head slowly, licking his lips and letting himself enjoy the feeling of rope on his skin. He shifts one way and then the other, testing, before he smiles. ]
This is fine. It feels good.
[ Then, haltingly, unsure, he blinks up at Suguru with a smile. ]
Thank you.
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Suguru likes that about Yuji. ]
Very good.
[ Brushing Yuji's hair from his forehead, Suguru looks down into that handsome face, gaze a little more... heated as he licks his lips. ]
I forgot to ask before we started, but may I kiss you? [ ... Suguru didn't realize how much he wants to kiss Yuji until he was suddenly presented with the realization that he forgot to check-in earlier. They hashed out fingering and a handjob, but kissing? They didn't agree on that.
Just leaning in and kissing Yuji when that wasn't part of their negotiation or agreement would be bad form. ]
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He's enjoying himself, too. He likes the twist of the rope, the fingers that brush over his skin, the way that his eyes feel a little hazy already, the enjoyment obvious. ]
Kiss me...?
[ Yuji blinks, as if the idea simply hadn't occurred to him, before a smile spreads over his face, bright and warm. ]
Yeah. You can kiss me as much as you'd like to, Suguru. I'd like that.
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Then I'll definitely take a few more liberties. [ His chuckle rumbles against Yuji's skin, and then he shifts to the side, his hand still steadying Yuji by the ropes knotted behind him. ]
Let's have you lie on your back while I tie your legs. This part will be quick, so you won't keep your weight on your arms for long.
[ Instead of making Yuji flop backwards onto the floor carelessly, Suguru places his palms on the younger man's shoulder and the back of his head to guide him. He doesn't want Yuji to hurt himself, after all. ]
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He has to.
Slowly, he lets himself lean back, sliding down to the ground with a nod of his head, closing his eyes and letting himself bask in the tug of the rope, the pull on his muscle, all making him feel so good. ]
I understand.
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Good boy.
[ It's teasing, lighthearted more than an express move to assert himself over Yuji; Yuji is doing great for his first scene in this kind of environment and for this sort of complicated rope, and Suguru wants him to know it.
Reaching for more rope, Suguru scoots down to start work on Yuji's legs. Guiding the younger man to bend at the knee, Suguru begins to wind the rope around, securing one section of calf to thigh in efficient, neat lines. This is clearly an easy tie, and Suguru finishes one leg and then the second in under three minutes.
When he's done, Yuji's legs are both bound but separate; he can still turn and move at the hip, but he's effectively tied into a permanent kneel. Slipping his fingers under the ropes to test the tension, Suguru looks down at Yuji with that same easy smile. ]
How do your legs feel? Any pinching?
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He shouldn't be so eager, he shouldn't want this so much, so desperately, but... He breathes out, licking his lips a little as he gazes up at Suguru with red cheeks and a warm, wanting expression. ]
No, no pinching. It feels good.
[ Yuji watches the movement of his hand, the slip of his fingers, before he breathes out slowly and sinks into the ropes and the hold. This feels remarkable. ]
It's good, Suguru.