Steven 'Sharpteeth' Durante (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
fingersandteeth) wrote2022-02-21 05:11 pm
(Continuation of this thread)
Jack leaves his Meowth to clean up after dinner. Pokemon, it turns out, are almost as good as human house staff. He's got plenty of his trained to do all sorts of things around the house.
Steven already knows the routine, so Jack just heads upstairs knowing he'll follow. They've already settled into a routine and he's not even sure it when it happened. But whatever, it works. And it's probably good for him, he can't just mope around being sad about his lost sociopath forever. He's got so much love left to put out there and give! It'd be a shame to waste it all.
He heads to the master bath, and then pauses in the doorway.
"I never know which is the better way to do this, so did you wanna see me take it off or just..." It's been a while since he just showed someone his face. The old crew...well, they'd all just seen it, after Athena tore his mask right off his face. It had taken till another weird weekend for him to be able to fix it.
And Nisha...hell, Nisha had been there when it happened. It's rare he's gotta do this whole reveal thing.
"Your call, like I said, I don't wanna make a big thing about it."
Jack leaves his Meowth to clean up after dinner. Pokemon, it turns out, are almost as good as human house staff. He's got plenty of his trained to do all sorts of things around the house.
Steven already knows the routine, so Jack just heads upstairs knowing he'll follow. They've already settled into a routine and he's not even sure it when it happened. But whatever, it works. And it's probably good for him, he can't just mope around being sad about his lost sociopath forever. He's got so much love left to put out there and give! It'd be a shame to waste it all.
He heads to the master bath, and then pauses in the doorway.
"I never know which is the better way to do this, so did you wanna see me take it off or just..." It's been a while since he just showed someone his face. The old crew...well, they'd all just seen it, after Athena tore his mask right off his face. It had taken till another weird weekend for him to be able to fix it.
And Nisha...hell, Nisha had been there when it happened. It's rare he's gotta do this whole reveal thing.
"Your call, like I said, I don't wanna make a big thing about it."
Steven shakes his head. "Just take it off," he says, perched on the edge of Jack's bed. "It really shouldn't be a big thing. Both faces are you, after all."
There's an odd sort of giddiness running through his veins. Not only is he going to see Jack's other face, which he can't help but be a little excited by, even if it really isn't a big deal—but he can't stop thinking about what Jack promised to teach him. God, he wants to learn.
He looks down at his hands. Flexes his fingers. Smiles, just a little, to himself. And then he looks back up at Jack.
"You know I won't see you any differently, right?"
There's an odd sort of giddiness running through his veins. Not only is he going to see Jack's other face, which he can't help but be a little excited by, even if it really isn't a big deal—but he can't stop thinking about what Jack promised to teach him. God, he wants to learn.
He looks down at his hands. Flexes his fingers. Smiles, just a little, to himself. And then he looks back up at Jack.
"You know I won't see you any differently, right?"
Edited 2020-02-25 09:00 (UTC)
"Yeah, yeah...."
This is really all about Jack and how he sees himself. It's like he'd said - this was his weird bullshit. And it's just as nutso balls crazy as Steven's, just a lot more Lovecraft than Grimm.
But whatever, okay. He'll just...leave the door open when he goes to the bathroom mirror to do his post-day, pre-sex routine. He gets his shirt off and turns on the sink and grabs a bottle of the medicated cream he uses on his face. He'll just...ignore the fact that Steven is just a few feet away, he can turn his head and see him easily...
He focuses on the mirror instead, reaching up to pop the clasps of his mask in regular sequence - chin, sides, temples. He closes his eyes to peel it off...and there's that odd moment when it pulls away and the dull ache kicks in immediately. He only opens one eye when it's off, scowling at his own reflection in the mirror. He swears the brand in his face looks bigger every time he sees it. And yeah, the edges are looking raw and red from having the mask on so much lately.
"The true terrible horrors of space," Jack says, suddenly and without turning as he's rubbing the cream into his face, "are rare and far flung and mostly lurk in the deep dark places that humans would never, ever want to go. But not all of'em. The great old ones are out there, babe, and you just better thank whatever you do or don't believe in...that they're not here."
This is, apparently, all the explanation Steven is getting at this point in time.
This is really all about Jack and how he sees himself. It's like he'd said - this was his weird bullshit. And it's just as nutso balls crazy as Steven's, just a lot more Lovecraft than Grimm.
But whatever, okay. He'll just...leave the door open when he goes to the bathroom mirror to do his post-day, pre-sex routine. He gets his shirt off and turns on the sink and grabs a bottle of the medicated cream he uses on his face. He'll just...ignore the fact that Steven is just a few feet away, he can turn his head and see him easily...
He focuses on the mirror instead, reaching up to pop the clasps of his mask in regular sequence - chin, sides, temples. He closes his eyes to peel it off...and there's that odd moment when it pulls away and the dull ache kicks in immediately. He only opens one eye when it's off, scowling at his own reflection in the mirror. He swears the brand in his face looks bigger every time he sees it. And yeah, the edges are looking raw and red from having the mask on so much lately.
"The true terrible horrors of space," Jack says, suddenly and without turning as he's rubbing the cream into his face, "are rare and far flung and mostly lurk in the deep dark places that humans would never, ever want to go. But not all of'em. The great old ones are out there, babe, and you just better thank whatever you do or don't believe in...that they're not here."
This is, apparently, all the explanation Steven is getting at this point in time.
Once he finishes with that little speech, Jack will hear a slight creak as Steven gets up from the bed. Will hear him pad softly into the bathroom and see in the mirror as Steven comes to stand behind him, sliding his arms around Jack's chest and resting his chin on Jack's shoulder. He's taken his own shirt and undershirt off by now and his broad, bare chest presses against Jack's back.
He just-- looks. Forward, at their reflection in the mirror. His expression doesn't change as he takes in the sight of Jack's brand.
Then he turns his head to kiss Jack's cheek.
"Thank you," he says, quietly.
He just-- looks. Forward, at their reflection in the mirror. His expression doesn't change as he takes in the sight of Jack's brand.
Then he turns his head to kiss Jack's cheek.
"Thank you," he says, quietly.
"Ehhhh."
Jack rolls his one eye - the blue one - and shrugs a little. This counts as making a thing out of it, to him. There's really no optimal response - Jack tends to get bristly regardless. Too little reaction, and he gets upset. Too much of a reaction and he gets upset. Emotionally supportive acceptance? He gets upset.
But he gets over it quickly.
"Little word of advice for the future...don't come up behind me on my blind side, I don't do well with being startled like that." He'd rather not have to deal with the fallout of accidentally punching out his boyfriend, that kind of stuff gets messy. And he probably doesn't even need to say, but...
He likes to be clear.
Jack rolls his one eye - the blue one - and shrugs a little. This counts as making a thing out of it, to him. There's really no optimal response - Jack tends to get bristly regardless. Too little reaction, and he gets upset. Too much of a reaction and he gets upset. Emotionally supportive acceptance? He gets upset.
But he gets over it quickly.
"Little word of advice for the future...don't come up behind me on my blind side, I don't do well with being startled like that." He'd rather not have to deal with the fallout of accidentally punching out his boyfriend, that kind of stuff gets messy. And he probably doesn't even need to say, but...
He likes to be clear.
"Right," Steven says. He lets go of Jack and steps back, but he doesn't leave and he doesn't look away from the mirror they're both reflected in.
He'd like to tell Jack that this doesn't change how much he wants him. That despite the wreck that's under his mask, Jack's still handsome to him. But he can see how awkward all this is for Jack right now and he doesn't-- he doesn't want to push.
So instead he says, "Should we finish getting undressed before you show me what to do or will that be too distracting?"
He'd like to tell Jack that this doesn't change how much he wants him. That despite the wreck that's under his mask, Jack's still handsome to him. But he can see how awkward all this is for Jack right now and he doesn't-- he doesn't want to push.
So instead he says, "Should we finish getting undressed before you show me what to do or will that be too distracting?"
Edited 2020-02-25 22:39 (UTC)
Jack runs his fingers through his hair to set it just right and shrugs. Yeah, onto more comfortable and exciting subjects! Teaching Steven proper asphyxiation techniques.
"I guess it depends on just what kinda lesson you're in the mood for. Practical and pedantic, or hands on and fun."
"I guess it depends on just what kinda lesson you're in the mood for. Practical and pedantic, or hands on and fun."
Steven shrugs. "Both?" he says. "Although I guess if we're doing both tonight, we'd want to start with the practical and move on to the fun part, because if we started with the fun, we'd probably never make it to the practical."
He eyes their reflections thoughtfully. "I could get something to take notes with."
He eyes their reflections thoughtfully. "I could get something to take notes with."
"You don't need to take notes." Jack chuckles a little and shakes his head.
"Actually...here."
He steps back a little and gestures for Steven to move in front of him.
"There's no reason the practical can't be sexy, and there's a lot of visual demonstration involved, a lot of things it's just easier to show than tell."
"Actually...here."
He steps back a little and gestures for Steven to move in front of him.
"There's no reason the practical can't be sexy, and there's a lot of visual demonstration involved, a lot of things it's just easier to show than tell."
Steven moves where Jack indicates.
"Right," Steven says. "I guess, given lack of a third party, there's really only you and me to demonstrate on. Or, I guess, we could get a dummy, but that wouldn't-- it wouldn't feel right."
"Right," Steven says. "I guess, given lack of a third party, there's really only you and me to demonstrate on. Or, I guess, we could get a dummy, but that wouldn't-- it wouldn't feel right."
"Oh my god babe, you are putting way too much thought into this! Just relax." Jack gets behind Steven, hands on his shoulders.
"Alright, we're starting with sexy strangling. Because come on...that's the most relevant part right now. The biggest thing you wanna watch out for is this..." One of Jack's hands moves, tracing over Steven's neck.
"The good old trachea. You don't wanna put any pressure on it, but luckily, it's really easy to feel! Right here..." He traces his thumb up and down, moving to press himself comfortably against Steven. His other hand comes around on the other side of his boyfriend's throat.
"You can line your thumbs up just like this, on either side. I mean...not just like this depending on if you're in front or behind, but ya get what I mean."
"Alright, we're starting with sexy strangling. Because come on...that's the most relevant part right now. The biggest thing you wanna watch out for is this..." One of Jack's hands moves, tracing over Steven's neck.
"The good old trachea. You don't wanna put any pressure on it, but luckily, it's really easy to feel! Right here..." He traces his thumb up and down, moving to press himself comfortably against Steven. His other hand comes around on the other side of his boyfriend's throat.
"You can line your thumbs up just like this, on either side. I mean...not just like this depending on if you're in front or behind, but ya get what I mean."
"Right," Steven says, paying attention to where Jack's hands are and how they feel on his throat. He wonders how far Jack is going to go in demonstrating on him. If he's going to--
After a moment, he raises his own hands to cover Jack's, trying to arrange them the way he sees in the mirror.
After a moment, he raises his own hands to cover Jack's, trying to arrange them the way he sees in the mirror.
"There ya go...and you're gonna have a point at the back of the neck where your fingers overlap, ya wanna kinda angle that down to where the neck meets the back, right over the spine. Wider point, ya got the bone there, way less chance of doing any accidental damage."
Jack moves his hands a little to press lightly at the point he means.
"You're not trying to cause any damage, you're just trying to put even pressure on the throat to inhibit airflow. Which, by the way, makes orgasms feel like ten times better. I dunno what it is but...there's no nut like the being strangled nut!"
Jack moves his hands a little to press lightly at the point he means.
"You're not trying to cause any damage, you're just trying to put even pressure on the throat to inhibit airflow. Which, by the way, makes orgasms feel like ten times better. I dunno what it is but...there's no nut like the being strangled nut!"
Steven's own hands follow Jack's again. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears. He's so very conscious of how easily Jack could strangle him, right here, right now. And-- fuck. He doesn't know. He doesn't know if he wants him to. Doesn't know if he doesn't want him to. Doesn't know if he'd let him. Shouldn't-- shouldn't there be reciprocity in these things?
"Right," he repeats, faintly.
"Right," he repeats, faintly.
"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.
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?"
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?"
"Pineapple."
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!
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!
It's a good one, Steven has to admit.
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.
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.
Jack presses a quick kiss to Steven's mouth.
"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."
"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.
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.
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."
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."
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."
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.
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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