"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?"
Throughout the majority of Caleb’s stay here, when given the choice between being good and being a little shit, Caleb has chosen to be good. So he really can not help himself from lightly smirking and parroting Daniel’s entire speech back to him.
"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."
Caleb lowers his eyes after and murmurs, “My memory is very good.”
"That is good, well done." He pats Caleb's cheeks, more amused than anything by the impudence Caleb has to mimic him. "Now that we've gotten out of the way..."
He rakes his eyes up and down Caleb's body, something shifting in his body language to be more... intense, more dominant. "Get those clothes off. I want you naked and on the bed."
Red flares across Caleb's cheeks, from both the praise directed towards him and the slight condescension he feels at the pat to his cheek. Shuddering as Daniel's body language shifts, Caleb is quick to comply with his directions, long fingers deftly unbuckling his book holster and shrugging it off to carefully set aside. The rest of his clothing comes off quicker, chosen for this purpose, and with no special care.
Without them Caleb is lean, with long arms and strong legs, body covered by a sea of freckles and smidge of red chest hair. The scars he showed earlier in the day were just the beginning, both forearms covered with thirty thin scars while the rest of his body holds the magically healed and faded scars from the serious injuries he has accumulated since starting his travel with the Nein.
With one last glance at Daniel, Caleb moves to the bed to gingerly sit before sliding back and patiently waiting for his next instruction.
"Very good." Daniel's eyes never leave his body, wolfish and hungry as he reveals all of that lovely freckled skin. When Caleb turns away from him to get on the bed he gives him a smack on the arse - playful, not punishing, just a light sting.
"Move right up close to the headboard, love." Daniel grabs two sets of large cuffs and one of the smaller coils of rope before joining Caleb on the bed. "We're going to do what's called a frog tie - it'll spread your legs wide open for me, keep you exposed so I'll be able to do exactly what I want. Hands first, though - raise them up above your head for me."
He's hardly done anything to earn it, but it is still nice to hear the praise from Daniel. Of course, it is even better to feel the smack of his hand. His blush spreading in the short time that his back is to Daniel as Caleb climbs on the bed.
Caleb slides up to the headboard, dutifully following directions and raising his hands above his head, "I like the sound of that, do you know many of these ties?"
Daniel's hands move quickly and expertly, tying Caleb's wrists together with the rope. "I do, yeah. I've had a lot of experience in tying people up over the years, I took a few courses." Education is important! Even when it's education in tying people up and having your wicked way with them.
He lets go for a moment. "How is that, not too tight? Any tingling or numbness in your fingers?"
Caleb looks up at Daniel's face at his answer, amused by the idea of a course just for tying people up, and the look he wears while using his skills on Caleb. In his youth that had been part of on the job training, not its own class.
Caleb carefully wiggles his fingers, moving his wrists within their bounds. "They are fine." He has spent enough time restrained over the years to know when his hands would be poorly affected.
Daniel shrugs at the look on Caleb's face. "Yes, they've got courses for it. Basic stuff like this and much fancier. I'd love to do some shibari with you sometime." Caleb would look beautiful in the more elaborate styles of rope bondage. This is mostly just functional.
"Good." It's just a couple more knots to secure Caleb's hands to the headboard - he appreciates the fact that it's got several clear loops to tie people to. The fey think of everything, don't they? "Now, lift your knees up for me, darling."
"I have heard that one mentioned, but I do not recognize it?" Matt had mentioned it in passing previously, for another to bring it up made him even more curious.
Caleb shivers as Daniel moves away, leaving his hands attached to the headboard. He tugs at the restraints, half-testing and partially to feel a shiver of desire run down his back at the feeling. With a pleased sigh, Caleb lays his back against the headboard and draws his knees up.
"It's a style of art bondage, a little more elaborate than this functional stuff. The goal is to look pretty and keep you very secure." Daniel might be a little rusty on it. It was something he did for fun, not for his clients, and before coming here he hadn't fucked for fun for almost a decade.
"Mmm, look at you, enjoying yourself already." Daniel strokes his fingers up Caleb's thigh, light as a feather. He picks up one of the sets of cuffs and slides one loop up Caleb's calf, tightening and securing it a ways down from the knee. The other loop goes around his thigh, ensuring that he can't straighten his leg.
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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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"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."
Caleb lowers his eyes after and murmurs, “My memory is very good.”
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He rakes his eyes up and down Caleb's body, something shifting in his body language to be more... intense, more dominant. "Get those clothes off. I want you naked and on the bed."
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Without them Caleb is lean, with long arms and strong legs, body covered by a sea of freckles and smidge of red chest hair. The scars he showed earlier in the day were just the beginning, both forearms covered with thirty thin scars while the rest of his body holds the magically healed and faded scars from the serious injuries he has accumulated since starting his travel with the Nein.
With one last glance at Daniel, Caleb moves to the bed to gingerly sit before sliding back and patiently waiting for his next instruction.
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"Move right up close to the headboard, love." Daniel grabs two sets of large cuffs and one of the smaller coils of rope before joining Caleb on the bed. "We're going to do what's called a frog tie - it'll spread your legs wide open for me, keep you exposed so I'll be able to do exactly what I want. Hands first, though - raise them up above your head for me."
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Caleb slides up to the headboard, dutifully following directions and raising his hands above his head, "I like the sound of that, do you know many of these ties?"
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He lets go for a moment. "How is that, not too tight? Any tingling or numbness in your fingers?"
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Caleb carefully wiggles his fingers, moving his wrists within their bounds. "They are fine." He has spent enough time restrained over the years to know when his hands would be poorly affected.
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"Good." It's just a couple more knots to secure Caleb's hands to the headboard - he appreciates the fact that it's got several clear loops to tie people to. The fey think of everything, don't they? "Now, lift your knees up for me, darling."
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Caleb shivers as Daniel moves away, leaving his hands attached to the headboard. He tugs at the restraints, half-testing and partially to feel a shiver of desire run down his back at the feeling. With a pleased sigh, Caleb lays his back against the headboard and draws his knees up.
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"Mmm, look at you, enjoying yourself already." Daniel strokes his fingers up Caleb's thigh, light as a feather. He picks up one of the sets of cuffs and slides one loop up Caleb's calf, tightening and securing it a ways down from the knee. The other loop goes around his thigh, ensuring that he can't straighten his leg.
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