Oh, that's a lovely reaction. Daniel can almost see Caleb's pupils dilating. He grins and lifts a hand to stroke his knuckles down his cheek, a softly possessive gesture. "You're doing so well already. I can tell you're going to be so good for me."
It's honest praise. He's known men who would be trying to avoid and evade as much of his questioning as they could, and it's just annoying. Caleb is doing his best and that deserves praise.
He can't get distracted, though. He still has questions. "Do you have a safeword?"
Tilting his head into the caress, Caleb gives a pleased hum, pink blooming across his cheeks. Praised seems to be a good look on him and for once he does not seem embarrassed by it. “Thank you.”
That one makes him lower his eyes to their feet with wince, “Nein, ah, I mean no.” Would anyone have listened before this place? Caleb did not believe so. Matt had played with him using a simple stop, but Caleb knew enough to know that was not what Daniel meant.
"That's all right, love." Daniel will slide his hand into Caleb's lovely red hair, petting him soothingly. "We don't have to play with one, we can just use 'stop' if that's what you want, or we can revisit this later if you want to choose one. That's up to you."
He smiles. "All right, more fun question. What's your favourite thing? What do you really like doing?"
It is instantly obvious that Caleb likes the feeling of a hand in his hair, relaxing in increments the longer Daniel pets him. His eyes flick back to Daniel’s face as he tries to be reassuring, “I am very good at using ‘stop’.”
It was always how well others listened that was the problem.
Daniel’s next question is much easier, mostly, and one he has more practice answering since staying here. “Oh, I like restraints. Hair pulling. Roughness and marks to press on afterwards.” There is a moment where he pauses to think about his favorite. “My favorite...”, Caleb admits low and shakily, like he is telling a secret that has never been told before. “My favorite thing is, ah, being used?”
"Good. We'll just use that, then." Even if someone has a safeword, he'd make sure to pre-negotiate going past a 'stop' anyway. He doesn't want to get anywhere near Caleb's limits for now - not for this first time.
He grins and starts pulling, a slow but steady pressure until Caleb will be forced to lean his head back. "Well, that all sounds lovely, sweetheart. What exactly do you mean when you say 'being used'?" Because he loves using people and he wants to make sure that they're on the same page.
Caleb’s head goes back with the tiniest hint of pressure, a small breathy whine escaping him before he can start to explain. He keeps his voice quiet, despite having Frumpkin guarding the hall to keep their encounter private. “Um, it may involve restraints or verbal commands to stay still or in a certain position, whatever you prefer.”
Caleb does not seem to notice as his words slip from the impersonal to personal, too caught up in trying to be good and answer Daniel’s question. “You would use my body for your own pleasure, exactly how you see fit. Maybe I would come, maybe not. Maybe you choose to use with me well after I have come and am over sensitive.” It seems a bit much to mention that when he fantasizes about this there is usually more than one person involved.
The look on Daniel's face is definitely hungry. He releases Caleb's hair but keeps petting, watching him as he describes how he wants to be used. Part of him wants to go 'fuck it' and fuck him now, but... well, he likes building up the anticipation. And he as to actually go to work at some point, he doesn't think Glinda will be impressed if he calls off for the afternoon for sex.
Well. That might be a reasonable excuse around here, actually.
"That sounds perfect." His voice is a bit hoarse. "I love having a pretty boy tied up and waiting for me. Keep you spread out for easy access." He grins, an almost predatory expression. "How do you feel about blindfolds? Gags? You'd still have a way to tell me to stop if you were gagged, I'd rig something up."
Caleb seems disinclined to argue if Daniel wants a taste before work, subtly trying to slide the leg closest to Daniel up to his own chest in an effort to hide just how effected he is. Everything coming from Daniel’s mouth is so perfect that Caleb couldn’t even tell him what which part of his statement has his cock twitching in his pants.
“I enjoy them, ja.” Caleb pauses to flick his tongue out and wet his lips. “Though, if you want to gag me and use restraints, I would need them to not immobilize my fingers.” With his limited spell range, that would be enough to still defend himself if his reading of Daniel proved to be very very wrong.
"All right. Good to know." It doesn't matter why, Daniel can respect that limit. He pets a little longer - Caleb's hair really is lovely. "How do you like to be talked to? I can be cruel or kind or... figuring out somewhere in between. I like to set the mood right."
It has become abundantly clear to Caleb that despite all the abuse he mentally screams at himself he is much happier when someone is praising him during sex, though it is difficult to voice, "I like to be praised, though the words used to do so do not have to always be kind."
His hands, clench and unclench at his sides before he gives Daniel a questioning look, "Does that make sense?"
"So, you'd be all right if I was saying what a good little slut you are for me, how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth?" He says it perfectly conversationally, like he's used to saying things like that. And he is, he could probably spout off a string of any kind of dirty talk you wanted at the drop of a hat.
Even if Daniel's hand was not in Caleb's hair he would be able to see the shudder that runs through Caleb at those words. He says it so easily, like it is nothing while Caleb knows he would struggle to have even voiced the same as an example.
He clears his throat, biting on his bottom lip as he answers. "Ja, so you have got that down."
"Good. I'm looking forward to you earning my praise." He gives a playful little ruffle of Caleb's hair before he withdraws his hand. "I wish I could stay here all afternoon, but I have to go. Will you be all right until this evening?"
Caleb closes his eyes as Daniel's hand leaves his hair and with a few deep breathes every sign that he was affected by this conversation is carefully hidden away, leaving Caleb with a polite mask of neutrality. "I will be fine."
He is always fine.
"When and where do you want me to meet you?" He pauses to roll his shirt sleeve back down to it's original position. "And is there anything I need to bring or come prepared for?"
Daniel watches and notes how easy it is for Caleb to tuck all his feelings away like there's nothing there. He'll have to keep an eye out for that - it's fine now, but it might not be later.
"My room in the Winter wing." He'll give him instructions on which one it is. "I'd like you to be freshly bathed, and wear something comfortable and easy to remove. You don't need to bring anything except your lovely self."
Caleb nods his understanding, knowing with his memory he will not forget any of Daniel's request, and stands to brush invisible dirt off his clothing. "Ja, I can do that."
He pauses awkwardly as if unsure how they should part ways, "Uh, I hope that you have a good afternoon?"
He pauses, breath catching before murmuring, "Understood."
He stands there for a moment more before nodding and walking out. Daniel may notice him stop at the entry of the room to crouch and allow Frumpkin to climb onto his shoulder but then the wizard is gone.
Daniel will follow him out the door, turning the other way down the hallway to head out into the city - he's already late for work, but Glinda's a good boss.
Hopefully she'll be able to put up with his distraction - he has plans to make.
Exactly on time there is a soft knock on Daniel's door. Caleb stands there, freshly bathed with red hair dry, shining and completely unbound, in a light linen tunic and loose pants. After much internal debate, he is wearing his book holster, unable to allow something so precious out of the same room as him, even knowing that he would most likely need to immediately set them to the side.
And while the temptation had been great, he had followed Daniel's orders completely and not touched himself for pleasure.
Yet, despite his care in following Daniel's instructions, Caleb seems to have grown shy in the hours since their meeting; eyes focused on the floor when Daniel opens the door, only briefly flicking up to look at Daniel's face with a quiet, "Hello."
"Evening." Daniel steps back from the door, waving him in, and closes it behind him once he's inside. "I'm glad to see you're on time. That's a good start."
He reaches out, lifting Caleb's chin before he runs a hand over that bright hair. "You look very nice. Are you nervous?"
The moment Daniel closes his door, a cat comes creeping down the hall of his wing, splaying itself across the floor in front of the door.
"Danke," Caleb's lashes flutter as his face lifts and eyes focus on Daniel directly, there is a chance that he might see a hint of pink to the red-head's face. Daniel had requested honesty earlier, and while he had not specified he wanted it now, it seemed best to tell him the truth. "A little, but uh... more not nervous than nervous."
Okay, so he was not quite ready to tell Daniel that he was also excited.
"I don't mind a little nervousness. It adds an edge." He grins, wrapping his fingers in Caleb's hair and tugging gently, leaning down for a light kiss. "You've got no idea what I'm gonna do with you, do you?"
There are some clues around the room for Caleb to guess at - the pile of leather and buckles next to the bed, a dark strip of cloth that might be a blindfold, a coil of rope slung over one bedpost.
There's also a covered tray and a pitcher of water off to one side. Daniel likes to be prepared.
His eyes flutter as Daniel’s finger tug at his hair, giving a pleased sigh into the kiss, but pointedly not pushing for more than he is given. Anticipation building up the long met he is in the older man’s presence.
Caleb’s eyes search the room, lingering over the leather and rope with a shudder, as possibility after possibility flicks through his eyes. Wetting his lips, Caleb turn back to Daniel with a low voice, “No, but I am looking forward to it.”
"That's what I like to hear." He smiles and steps back, dropping his hand for the moment. The next part isn't exactly fun, but he wants to make sure he's clear before they get started. "Tonight's rules - again, I want you to be honest with me. If you don't want to answer a question, tell me. If you don't want to do something, tell me. If you need me to stop, definitely tell me. I expect you to follow my orders and there will be consequences if you don't. If you're not sure of what I'm asking you to do, you can ask questions." He pauses. "Actually, you're welcome to speak and ask questions any time, unless I explicitly say I don't want you talking. You're also allowed to ask for something you want, but whether I give it to you depends on my mood."
He smiles. "Can you repeat that back to me so I know you've got all of it?"
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It's honest praise. He's known men who would be trying to avoid and evade as much of his questioning as they could, and it's just annoying. Caleb is doing his best and that deserves praise.
He can't get distracted, though. He still has questions. "Do you have a safeword?"
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That one makes him lower his eyes to their feet with wince, “Nein, ah, I mean no.” Would anyone have listened before this place? Caleb did not believe so. Matt had played with him using a simple stop, but Caleb knew enough to know that was not what Daniel meant.
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He smiles. "All right, more fun question. What's your favourite thing? What do you really like doing?"
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It was always how well others listened that was the problem.
Daniel’s next question is much easier, mostly, and one he has more practice answering since staying here. “Oh, I like restraints. Hair pulling. Roughness and marks to press on afterwards.” There is a moment where he pauses to think about his favorite. “My favorite...”, Caleb admits low and shakily, like he is telling a secret that has never been told before. “My favorite thing is, ah, being used?”
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He grins and starts pulling, a slow but steady pressure until Caleb will be forced to lean his head back. "Well, that all sounds lovely, sweetheart. What exactly do you mean when you say 'being used'?" Because he loves using people and he wants to make sure that they're on the same page.
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Caleb does not seem to notice as his words slip from the impersonal to personal, too caught up in trying to be good and answer Daniel’s question. “You would use my body for your own pleasure, exactly how you see fit. Maybe I would come, maybe not. Maybe you choose to use with me well after I have come and am over sensitive.” It seems a bit much to mention that when he fantasizes about this there is usually more than one person involved.
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Well. That might be a reasonable excuse around here, actually.
"That sounds perfect." His voice is a bit hoarse. "I love having a pretty boy tied up and waiting for me. Keep you spread out for easy access." He grins, an almost predatory expression. "How do you feel about blindfolds? Gags? You'd still have a way to tell me to stop if you were gagged, I'd rig something up."
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“I enjoy them, ja.” Caleb pauses to flick his tongue out and wet his lips. “Though, if you want to gag me and use restraints, I would need them to not immobilize my fingers.” With his limited spell range, that would be enough to still defend himself if his reading of Daniel proved to be very very wrong.
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His hands, clench and unclench at his sides before he gives Daniel a questioning look, "Does that make sense?"
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He clears his throat, biting on his bottom lip as he answers. "Ja, so you have got that down."
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He is always fine.
"When and where do you want me to meet you?" He pauses to roll his shirt sleeve back down to it's original position. "And is there anything I need to bring or come prepared for?"
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"My room in the Winter wing." He'll give him instructions on which one it is. "I'd like you to be freshly bathed, and wear something comfortable and easy to remove. You don't need to bring anything except your lovely self."
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He pauses awkwardly as if unsure how they should part ways, "Uh, I hope that you have a good afternoon?"
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He stands there for a moment more before nodding and walking out. Daniel may notice him stop at the entry of the room to crouch and allow Frumpkin to climb onto his shoulder but then the wizard is gone.
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Hopefully she'll be able to put up with his distraction - he has plans to make.
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And while the temptation had been great, he had followed Daniel's orders completely and not touched himself for pleasure.
Yet, despite his care in following Daniel's instructions, Caleb seems to have grown shy in the hours since their meeting; eyes focused on the floor when Daniel opens the door, only briefly flicking up to look at Daniel's face with a quiet, "Hello."
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He reaches out, lifting Caleb's chin before he runs a hand over that bright hair. "You look very nice. Are you nervous?"
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"Danke," Caleb's lashes flutter as his face lifts and eyes focus on Daniel directly, there is a chance that he might see a hint of pink to the red-head's face. Daniel had requested honesty earlier, and while he had not specified he wanted it now, it seemed best to tell him the truth. "A little, but uh... more not nervous than nervous."
Okay, so he was not quite ready to tell Daniel that he was also excited.
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There are some clues around the room for Caleb to guess at - the pile of leather and buckles next to the bed, a dark strip of cloth that might be a blindfold, a coil of rope slung over one bedpost.
There's also a covered tray and a pitcher of water off to one side. Daniel likes to be prepared.
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Caleb’s eyes search the room, lingering over the leather and rope with a shudder, as possibility after possibility flicks through his eyes. Wetting his lips, Caleb turn back to Daniel with a low voice, “No, but I am looking forward to it.”
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He smiles. "Can you repeat that back to me so I know you've got all of it?"
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