bigbrotheriswatching

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It's the hotel, sort of. A bit of a blur of many worlds. That hotel room where Al and Barma go to the S&M club... if Ryo wanders in there alone, he'll meet all sorts of new people.

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Mycroft's eyebrows simply arch. He doesn't take it as a joke.

"I need to trust that you will safeword, Ryo."

He smiles faintly.

"I will, sir. My word is 'icicle'. I've used it before."

Just once before, but it had proven to him that he could use it, and it would work.

"What else, then, am I not to do? Other than killing you."

Curious.

He worries his lower lip a moment.

"Don't kiss me on the mouth. Does that--is that weird?"

"I shouldn't presume to touch you sexually, hardly knowing you."

After all.

"In this place, most people just assume you're there to have sex."

He explains, but also warns. A lot of newcomers find that out in, at best, uncomfortable situations.

"Well, I intend to make no such assumptions."

He informs him, serenely.

He smiles, leaning forward a little, eager at the idea of pure play. He enjoys sex, of course. Especially with the partners he's closest to. But it also distracts from the rest of the experience.

"What sort of humiliation play do you like, sir?"

"Emphasis on service and submission, usually."

Confessing, thoughtfully.

"Tests of self-discipline."

"I've never done service."

Not really, anyway, nothing that would normally be thought of.

"I like self-discipline tests, though. Once, someone sat me on my knees against a wall and told me to stay until they came back. They were gone for hours."

Maybe hours. It had felt like it.

"And did you like that part?"

Curious.

"The pain of the uncertainty?"

"Very much."

He says it so quietly the music of the club drowns it out, so he clears his throat and repeats himself a little louder.

"I like not knowing what someone is going to do next. Or how far they'll take it. But- I mean, my usual partner...I promised him I'd be safe about it. So it's hard to find the right balance."

He reads the words on his mouth, all the same.

"I think that makes perfect sense."

Nodding, reassuring him.

"Would you like to see how compatible we are?"

"Very much, I would like that, sir, I have a hunch about it-"

Ryo smiles demurely at him.

"Where do you want me?"

"Is a more private corner all right?"

Tilting his head, curiously.

He nods, looks around, and motions at one that's mostly cushions, a sofa, and dim lighting. No one is near it, perhaps preferring the drinks, the dancing, or the better lit areas.

"This way."

Smiling, offering him is arm.

Ryo loops his arm through Mycroft's, rather enjoying the gentility of it.

"What do you need me to do, sir?"

"I'll have you undress, I think."

Nodding.

"Yes, sir."

Once they're in their corner, Ryo toes off his shoes and peels off his shirt. He folds it carefully and sets it on the floor, then sets to work on his pants.

Irene is joining them. Mycroft kisses her cheek, and murmurs a quick explanation.

Ryo is especially submissive toward women. When he's naked he just waits, as still as he can, not looking up.

And she exudes dominance, settling into a chair in the room they'll be using, leaving them to their scene.

Mycroft moves back to Ryo, checking up on him carefully.

"Hi."

He smiles for him, hands clasped behind his back as if they're already bound. He has bruises on his ribs and teeth marks on his chest, and a deliberately designed scar on the inside of his thigh. Other than that he seems to be in good shape.

"Hello, you."

Reaching and putting a hand through his hair.

"All right. Remind me of any injuries? Even minor-"

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