"And those are the two big things to keep in mind! And obviously we never do this, either way, without a safe word."
And god does it feel good to have his hands on a throat again. Just in general. And Steven's got a nice broad and strong one, a good match for Jack's own hands.
"And ya know, ya can get fancy with it...scarves, leather strips, that kinda thing. Never anything thin for fun time strangle play, though. End up with a friggin thin bruise mark all around the neck and friggin everybody knows what you were up to." And Jack doesn't care that much, but he hates dealing with all the questions and weird conversations that come with it. He doesn't have time for that.
"So...you wanna go back to the bedroom and practice a little? You're...you're not gonna do it on your own, I'm gonna have my hands on yours the whole time." Look, Jack's really into Steven and he's almost positive the guy's not gonna try anything funny. But Jack is Jack and his sense of self preservation is high.
"Of course we'll need a safe word," Steven says, as if that part is obvious. Which it is for him. He's instinctively shied away from anything that's too... violent before this, but when it comes to blindfolds or tying people up? That's something he's done. That's something he's capable of doing.
He's always asked his partners to set the safe word.
"But-- yeah. Sure. Let's-- let's do this. Tell me your safe word?"
Distinct, highly unlikely to actually come up during sex, impossible to mistake for something else. As far as Jack's concerned, that's the perfect sort of safe word.
He pulls away and reaches for Steven's hand, leading him back to his big, expensively outfitted bed.
"Come on, just relax, we're gonna have fun. Want me to dim the lights, get some music on, set a nice mood?"
Then he laughs, because strangling is the last thing you'd think would be romantic, and yet... god, if more people did romance like this, maybe Steven wouldn't be so shitty at it.
"Can it be the Pumpkaboos?" he asks impulsively. It was Jack's present to him, after all. And honestly, there are songs on there that really would set the mood, as far as Steven's concerned.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll put on the Pumpkaboos for ya. It is your first time venturing into the waters of erotic asphyxiation!"
It oughtta be special. Lots of positive associations with it, chase away any of that lingering guilt and shame that might be lurking around over what had happened at the museum.
So he puts on the album, dims the light, and gets a few candles going. He lights the last one and turns to Steven, candlelight casting warm hues and sharp shadows over Jack's marked face.
"Oh, you are in a good time, babe. A really good time."
"I know I am," Steven says--and there's a bit of his old confidence back again.
He looks back at Jack with an expression of unbearable fondness. Lets his hands rest lightly on his boyfriend's shoulders. "Lie down on the bed?" he asks.
"How bout I sit? Trust me, it'll make it easier to make out while we're doing this."
Jack climbs onto the bed, sitting against the impressive stack of pillows against the headboard.
"And I, for one, really wanna make out while we do this. But just making out for now, you...you are nowhere near the point you can maintain the right pressure and rhythm and all that shit while I'm pounding you into our mattress."
And Jack realizes after he's said it that he said 'our mattress', not 'mine' or 'the'. Well...it basically is, Steven pretty much lives here and sleeps in Jack's bed and is the only person Jack's sharing his bed with.
"God," Steven manages to choke out. "I. Fuck. Yes. God. I want that. I really-- I want that. Please."
God, he's perfect. He's absolutely perfect. And so goddamn gorgeous against those pillows, in their bed.
He climbs up to follow him. Puts his hands on Jack's shoulders again, brushing his thumbs against Jack's throat. "Please," he says, meeting Jack's eyes. His own are wide and very earnest. "After this, after we've made out. Please fuck me. It's-- god, I think it's long overdue."
"Yeah, you like the sound of that, don't ya?" Jack chuckles, leaning forward, mouth close to Steven's. Of course he does! Jack's been more than happy letting the other guy take that spot, he doesn't care. Sure, when he was younger he'd bought into all that bullshit about being macho and 'the man' but it was all bullshit. And getting fucked? Feels amazing!
But he's been dying to bury himself in his exceptionally appealing partner. It's been a while, and variety is the spice of life!
"Well don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard tonight...you've never been fucked till you've gotten a Handsome Jack Special."
"I believe it," Steven murmurs, before stealing a brief, soft kiss from Jack's mouth. "You're not like anyone else. God, Jack... how did I live without you?" Another soft kiss. He moves his hands so that there where Jack showed him in the mirror, but he doesn't exert any pressure. Waits for Jack's hands to join his.
Leans his brow against Jack's own and before he can have second thoughts, whispers, "You can do it to me too. This."
"I'm one of a kind, baby! You were just existing before me! Now you're really living."
How did Jack get so lucky? Maybe he'd made whatever grabs people happy back when he helped deal with those fucked up super powerful Pokemon. Whatever, the point is...Steven is pretty much exactly what Jack wants in a partner these days. Smart, passionate, eager, ambitious, but so very devoted....
His hands come up to cover Steven's, adjusting them just a little.
"Ya feel my heartbeat under your thumbs?" With the speed it's picking up at the anticipation, he's sure the other man can.
"Just like that..." He tries very hard to contain his giddy excitement that Steven's already curious about trying it out for himself. Jack won't have to talk him into it. He just grins, giving a little nod.
Oh yeah. He's gonna do it to Steven. He gets just as much a thrill from being on the other end.
"I can," Steven whispers. "Fuck, Jack. I've got your life in my hands."
And god, that's the most erotic thing about this. Now that he's here, in the moment, about to force the breath from his boyfriend, he can admit it. The idea that Jack's given him the power of life and death over him... he's never been so hard. Not since he was a kid, beating off in his room alone. Probably not even then. If he'd ever let himself think about something like this back then, he'd have probably creamed his jeans.
So maybe it's a good thing that he's thirty-seven and only just learning exactly what it is that he wants.
Steven leans in and catches Jack's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
Obviously Jack trusts Steven not to strangle him to death, but...that's the point of it. It's not like Jack does this with everybody, but when he has that level of assurance...it's not just a kink it borders on a fetish. It's the one thing above all other things - and in the bedroom, Jack enjoys many things - that he holds above all others.
He exhales a small, pleased little groan at the first bit of pressure, eye closing languidly. He taps Steven's hand to let him know he's hit the sweet spot for the first stage - he can still breathe, but he can feel the pressure and that pleasant sensation spreading up and down from their hands through his neck and his breathing's just a little strained. He keeps his hands firm, indicating Steven should hold the pressure steady.
going to just. handwave that the tracklist for the pumpkaboos album allows for this
He does. God, he does. As steady as anything. He can feel Jack's heartbeat and he knows he could make it stop if he wanted to and he doesn't, god, there's no one more important to keep alive, but he could.
If it were someone else, he thinks, maybe he would.
The thought ought to disturb him. Maybe, if this were anywhere else, it still would. But it's not. It's Jack's home, it's their bed, and here, in this place of utter safety, there is nothing about him that is fucked up and wrong. And everything about him is right.
The killer in me is the killer in you, Billy Croagunk croons on the sound system and he thinks, dizzily, that it's almost a pity the security guard was still breathing when he was done with him.
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Jack's not an idiot. He's not reckless. He doesn't do the auto asphyxiation thing, way too big a chance for it to go wrong. He doesn't get this that often and it's been so friggin long and Steven's got nice broad hands that can wrap all around his neck...
He's needed this. Even if they're just playing around with it, they're not gonna go for the full show, it just feels so fucking good to have that pressure around his neck....
He presses down a little, needing more. Just a little more, constricting his breathing to shallow and rough.
Broad, yes, and such long fingers. Hands that immediately match Jack's pressure on them with the same amount against his throat. And Steven's mouth, kissing hungrier and hotter and harder.
He's loving this every bit as much as Jack is and it's all too clear.
Jack's eye flutters closed and his mouth moves erratically against Steven's, the impediment of air effecting his control and focus.
Shit he wishes this wasn't their first practice session, because he's already desperate for this to go a lot further. There's nothing like the way everything just sort of melts away the less he can breathe, how the painful pressure around his neck doesn't feel like pain at all, it feels friggin amazing...
But it's too risky. Much as he wants to press down harder, hold Steven's hands snug around his throat until he's close to passing out...he instead taps swiftly but gently against the back's of Steven's hands, what he assumes is a clear signal to loosen his grip.
Steven looses his grip immediately, pulling back from the kiss. His hazel eyes are gleaming. "My God, Jack," he breathes. "That was-- that was incredible. I could have killed you. I wouldn't have," he adds quickly. "But. I could have. God. I really could have."
He knows, distantly, that this isn't the sort of thing you should tell your boyfriend or say in bed. But he seems to have lost all his ability to filter right now.
"Well yeah!" Jack's voice is only a little strained, his face only normally flushed. "That's why it's so friggin hot from your end."
Even without the physical effect, there's still a very special thrill to be had from, as Steven has said, holding someone's literal life in your hands.
"And obviously you wouldn't have, you think I'd let you do this if there was any doubt? But it's the could have that's so sexy."
"It is," Steven admits, taking his hands away and sitting back, still facing Jack. "God. It really is."
His face is warm. God, he feels so exposed. He can't take off the mask, the mask is his flesh now, but everything else... it's all on display. Everything inside him. Jack can see what kind of person he is and God--
He understands.
(Jack always understands.)
He reaches out, suddenly, to gently stroke Jack's ruined cheek.
"Have you ever killed someone that way?" he asks before he can stop himself. "Not in bed, necessarily. Just. You know. Strangling in general."
"Oh yeah, tons of times." Jack rubs his own neck a bit, to help get the blood flowing normally again. His answer is quick and easy, no trace of hesitation or shame.
"The shithead who was president of Hyperion before me was the first. Real piece of work, left me and everybody on my space station to die a bunch of times. Refused to call me anything other than my full name, didn't matter how many times I corrected him, he knew it pissed me off." Tassiter had been good at pushing Jack's buttons.
"Strangled him with my watch chain when I finally had enough. He was running the company into the ground anyway. Nobody even said anything! They were just all 'okay, sure, Jack's president now, cool!'"
That startles a laugh out of Steven. "It was that easy, huh?" he says, and there's a bit of rueful fondness in his voice. "God, how long was that after you shot that Merriff guy?"
He knows, abstractly, that this not what any normal person would consider to be pillow talk. But Jack doesn't care and he wants to know.
"The old bastard had no idea what hit him. I saved the company, I saved our colonies...and he wants to fire me! What the hell did he think was gonna happen?"
Really, it was practically Tassiter's own fault.
"Ah...I can still hear him. 'What are you still doing here, John? You're done in Hyperion...why are you behind my desk, John? Where are my bodyguards, how did you get in here....'." Jack snorts, settling back comfortably on the pillows and grinning.
"His secretary was on an open comm the whole time, barely said 'boo'. And I dunno...a couple days maybe? There was a lot going on, it was like ten years ago..." He doesn't remember the exact timeline at this point.
Steven laughs out loud. "John. God, no wonder you strangled him. 'Hey, wait, John, what's this doing around my ne-- urkh!'"
He shakes his head, before shifting his body so he can sit back next to Jack, his body angled towards him.
"You really just are like me," he says in wonder. "Or-- I'm like you. God, it was because part of you knew you'd like it that much, wasn't it? That's why you never did anything until the Merriff. Even though it was perfectly fine and legal where you come from. Even if you didn't consciously know... you knew." He's smiling like a little kid at Christmas. "So did I. And god, I hated that part of me."
"I hadn't gone by 'John' in like five years at that point. But every friggin time..." Just to piss him off. Because that had been Tassiter.
"It's pretty hard not to know that about yourself on some level. I mean...you'd gotta have the introspective abilities of a pet rock! I think I was just trying to prove a point? Like I was so great, I didn't have to murder my way to the top...but it was so much easier!"
And he'd had other reasons for holding his darker nature at bay, but that's not something he talks about with anyone. Some things are his and only his.
"It's the law of jungle, babe, that's all it is. And you and me? We're a couple of big old jungle cats!"
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And god does it feel good to have his hands on a throat again. Just in general. And Steven's got a nice broad and strong one, a good match for Jack's own hands.
"And ya know, ya can get fancy with it...scarves, leather strips, that kinda thing. Never anything thin for fun time strangle play, though. End up with a friggin thin bruise mark all around the neck and friggin everybody knows what you were up to." And Jack doesn't care that much, but he hates dealing with all the questions and weird conversations that come with it. He doesn't have time for that.
"So...you wanna go back to the bedroom and practice a little? You're...you're not gonna do it on your own, I'm gonna have my hands on yours the whole time." Look, Jack's really into Steven and he's almost positive the guy's not gonna try anything funny. But Jack is Jack and his sense of self preservation is high.
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He's always asked his partners to set the safe word.
"But-- yeah. Sure. Let's-- let's do this. Tell me your safe word?"
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Distinct, highly unlikely to actually come up during sex, impossible to mistake for something else. As far as Jack's concerned, that's the perfect sort of safe word.
He pulls away and reaches for Steven's hand, leading him back to his big, expensively outfitted bed.
"Come on, just relax, we're gonna have fun. Want me to dim the lights, get some music on, set a nice mood?"
There's no reason strangling can't be romantic!
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Then he laughs, because strangling is the last thing you'd think would be romantic, and yet... god, if more people did romance like this, maybe Steven wouldn't be so shitty at it.
"Can it be the Pumpkaboos?" he asks impulsively. It was Jack's present to him, after all. And honestly, there are songs on there that really would set the mood, as far as Steven's concerned.
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"Yeah, yeah, I'll put on the Pumpkaboos for ya. It is your first time venturing into the waters of erotic asphyxiation!"
It oughtta be special. Lots of positive associations with it, chase away any of that lingering guilt and shame that might be lurking around over what had happened at the museum.
So he puts on the album, dims the light, and gets a few candles going. He lights the last one and turns to Steven, candlelight casting warm hues and sharp shadows over Jack's marked face.
"Oh, you are in a good time, babe. A really good time."
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He looks back at Jack with an expression of unbearable fondness. Lets his hands rest lightly on his boyfriend's shoulders. "Lie down on the bed?" he asks.
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Jack climbs onto the bed, sitting against the impressive stack of pillows against the headboard.
"And I, for one, really wanna make out while we do this. But just making out for now, you...you are nowhere near the point you can maintain the right pressure and rhythm and all that shit while I'm pounding you into our mattress."
And Jack realizes after he's said it that he said 'our mattress', not 'mine' or 'the'. Well...it basically is, Steven pretty much lives here and sleeps in Jack's bed and is the only person Jack's sharing his bed with.
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God, he's perfect. He's absolutely perfect. And so goddamn gorgeous against those pillows, in their bed.
He climbs up to follow him. Puts his hands on Jack's shoulders again, brushing his thumbs against Jack's throat. "Please," he says, meeting Jack's eyes. His own are wide and very earnest. "After this, after we've made out. Please fuck me. It's-- god, I think it's long overdue."
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But he's been dying to bury himself in his exceptionally appealing partner. It's been a while, and variety is the spice of life!
"Well don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you so good and hard tonight...you've never been fucked till you've gotten a Handsome Jack Special."
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Leans his brow against Jack's own and before he can have second thoughts, whispers, "You can do it to me too. This."
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How did Jack get so lucky? Maybe he'd made whatever grabs people happy back when he helped deal with those fucked up super powerful Pokemon. Whatever, the point is...Steven is pretty much exactly what Jack wants in a partner these days. Smart, passionate, eager, ambitious, but so very devoted....
His hands come up to cover Steven's, adjusting them just a little.
"Ya feel my heartbeat under your thumbs?" With the speed it's picking up at the anticipation, he's sure the other man can.
"Just like that..." He tries very hard to contain his giddy excitement that Steven's already curious about trying it out for himself. Jack won't have to talk him into it. He just grins, giving a little nod.
Oh yeah. He's gonna do it to Steven. He gets just as much a thrill from being on the other end.
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And god, that's the most erotic thing about this. Now that he's here, in the moment, about to force the breath from his boyfriend, he can admit it. The idea that Jack's given him the power of life and death over him... he's never been so hard. Not since he was a kid, beating off in his room alone. Probably not even then. If he'd ever let himself think about something like this back then, he'd have probably creamed his jeans.
So maybe it's a good thing that he's thirty-seven and only just learning exactly what it is that he wants.
Steven leans in and catches Jack's mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
And then he begins to squeeze.
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Obviously Jack trusts Steven not to strangle him to death, but...that's the point of it. It's not like Jack does this with everybody, but when he has that level of assurance...it's not just a kink it borders on a fetish. It's the one thing above all other things - and in the bedroom, Jack enjoys many things - that he holds above all others.
He exhales a small, pleased little groan at the first bit of pressure, eye closing languidly. He taps Steven's hand to let him know he's hit the sweet spot for the first stage - he can still breathe, but he can feel the pressure and that pleasant sensation spreading up and down from their hands through his neck and his breathing's just a little strained. He keeps his hands firm, indicating Steven should hold the pressure steady.
going to just. handwave that the tracklist for the pumpkaboos album allows for this
If it were someone else, he thinks, maybe he would.
The thought ought to disturb him. Maybe, if this were anywhere else, it still would. But it's not. It's Jack's home, it's their bed, and here, in this place of utter safety, there is nothing about him that is fucked up and wrong. And everything about him is right.
The killer in me is the killer in you, Billy Croagunk croons on the sound system and he thinks, dizzily, that it's almost a pity the security guard was still breathing when he was done with him.
Just Gonna Put a NSFW All the Way Down Label Here....
Jack's not an idiot. He's not reckless. He doesn't do the auto asphyxiation thing, way too big a chance for it to go wrong. He doesn't get this that often and it's been so friggin long and Steven's got nice broad hands that can wrap all around his neck...
He's needed this. Even if they're just playing around with it, they're not gonna go for the full show, it just feels so fucking good to have that pressure around his neck....
He presses down a little, needing more. Just a little more, constricting his breathing to shallow and rough.
baby it's been NSFW from the start
He's loving this every bit as much as Jack is and it's all too clear.
TRUE
Shit he wishes this wasn't their first practice session, because he's already desperate for this to go a lot further. There's nothing like the way everything just sort of melts away the less he can breathe, how the painful pressure around his neck doesn't feel like pain at all, it feels friggin amazing...
But it's too risky. Much as he wants to press down harder, hold Steven's hands snug around his throat until he's close to passing out...he instead taps swiftly but gently against the back's of Steven's hands, what he assumes is a clear signal to loosen his grip.
Re: TRUE
He knows, distantly, that this isn't the sort of thing you should tell your boyfriend or say in bed. But he seems to have lost all his ability to filter right now.
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Even without the physical effect, there's still a very special thrill to be had from, as Steven has said, holding someone's literal life in your hands.
"And obviously you wouldn't have, you think I'd let you do this if there was any doubt? But it's the could have that's so sexy."
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His face is warm. God, he feels so exposed. He can't take off the mask, the mask is his flesh now, but everything else... it's all on display. Everything inside him. Jack can see what kind of person he is and God--
He understands.
(Jack always understands.)
He reaches out, suddenly, to gently stroke Jack's ruined cheek.
"Have you ever killed someone that way?" he asks before he can stop himself. "Not in bed, necessarily. Just. You know. Strangling in general."
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"The shithead who was president of Hyperion before me was the first. Real piece of work, left me and everybody on my space station to die a bunch of times. Refused to call me anything other than my full name, didn't matter how many times I corrected him, he knew it pissed me off." Tassiter had been good at pushing Jack's buttons.
"Strangled him with my watch chain when I finally had enough. He was running the company into the ground anyway. Nobody even said anything!
They were just all 'okay, sure, Jack's president now, cool!'"
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He knows, abstractly, that this not what any normal person would consider to be pillow talk. But Jack doesn't care and he wants to know.
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Really, it was practically Tassiter's own fault.
"Ah...I can still hear him. 'What are you still doing here, John? You're done in Hyperion...why are you behind my desk, John? Where are my bodyguards, how did you get in here....'." Jack snorts, settling back comfortably on the pillows and grinning.
"His secretary was on an open comm the whole time, barely said 'boo'. And I dunno...a couple days maybe? There was a lot going on, it was like ten years ago..." He doesn't remember the exact timeline at this point.
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He shakes his head, before shifting his body so he can sit back next to Jack, his body angled towards him.
"You really just are like me," he says in wonder. "Or-- I'm like you. God, it was because part of you knew you'd like it that much, wasn't it? That's why you never did anything until the Merriff. Even though it was perfectly fine and legal where you come from. Even if you didn't consciously know... you knew." He's smiling like a little kid at Christmas. "So did I. And god, I hated that part of me."
It doesn't sound like he hates it now.
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"It's pretty hard not to know that about yourself on some level. I mean...you'd gotta have the introspective abilities of a pet rock! I think I was just trying to prove a point? Like I was so great, I didn't have to murder my way to the top...but it was so much easier!"
And he'd had other reasons for holding his darker nature at bay, but that's not something he talks about with anyone. Some things are his and only his.
"It's the law of jungle, babe, that's all it is. And you and me? We're a couple of big old jungle cats!"
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