That quick reply and open ended challenge made Jason smile and for a moment, he considered just loading up his gear and heading over. It wasn't that far of a walk from his own shitty little walk up and he didn't know what the parking situation was at Jon's place, so he didn't want to clutter up spaces that didn't need to be cluttered up. The weather was starting to swing into something that could be called chilly, but it wasn't raining and that was good enough weather to walk in.
However, no matter how much he wanted to get his hands on that skinny frame, he waited. He let some good old fashioned anticipation do some heavy lifting. For both of them, really. Let Jon wonder what was going to happen to him. Let Jason daydream about all the ways he was going to ask the older man to suffer so beautifully for him. It warmed him up nicely, a low grade arousal settling itself low in his belly as he puttered around his apartment.
He waited until the sun was just starting to kiss the top of the city before he slung his jacket and headed out. If anyone tried to stop a man walking in the Narrows with a nice luggage set and a case that looked like it might hold an instrument...well, they'd have to deal with the fact that Jason had ways of protecting himself. Ways that would barely put a pause on his weekend, as far as the GCPD was concerned.
He was grinning as he knocked on the door, cheeks still a little ruddy from the chill and his hair tussled from the wind. If it wasn't for the wheeled tool bag and the hard case slung over his shoulder, he'd almost look like he was about to ask Professor Crane to sign a campus petition.
The anticipation was building as time passed. Not long before the sun started to set, Jon had finally moved to hang up his work clothes from the basket before they could wrinkle. He hated to iron if he could avoid it.
Hearing the front door, he looked back as Nightmare croaked. Moving silently through the apartment, at least until he called out. "One moment!" The door opened moments later, those fall scented candles really having an effect on the smell of the apartment. Smells that always mingled with Jon's cheap cologne he always wore to their sessions.
A grin crossed his gaunt features, stepping back and motioning Jason inside. Nightmare croaked from his perch just inside the apartment, not far from the TV that was off. Music was playing low, the kind of yacht rock that he had always enjoyed. Not too loud, but the volume it generally was left at. "Would you like a hand?" He assumed the cases were full of all the fun stuff they would be playing with, but the doctor didn't care to assume. Dressed in slacks like he wore to the club and a ratty t-shirt, his hair still wet from a recent shower, which had his curls weighed down at the moment.
The cases were filled with the fun stuff that Jason had plans for, and while nothing was particularly heavy, he still shrugged the hard case off his shoulder and passed it over. He'd been playing with this man for years, after all. He was very aware of how much his Doc liked to feel useful.
"Thank you. That should go somewhere easy to grab if we do get to it, but this..." He zipped open the top of the case, pulling out a casserole dish that had been sealed tightly with foil. "Needs a little bit of space in your fridge. The rest of it can wait until we're ready to start. And until after you've made introductions..."
That last was very much aimed at the young bird who was watching him so intently, his smile widening as he cocked his head to mimic Nightmare. "You are beautiful, little one. Does he fly? I didn't know you had a bird?"
The doctor did enjoy feeling useful, and over those years it became apparent that despite how his body looked, he was a lot stronger than he appeared to be. Most of his strength was in his legs, however. Taking the case, he carried it inside to allow Jason to follow him inside.
"I'll take it back to the room in a moment then. And the fridge should have plenty of room." He did buy food, but not a lot. Jon never ate a lot, the basics. Eggs, deli meat, bread, some meal worms for Nightmare in there too, and a case a beer. Of course. The freezer and pantry had more, luckily.
The case in hand as he looked over, a faint rare smile in place as Jonathan whistled just after Jason complimented the bird who flew over to land on Jonathan's extended arm. Croaking back at Jason with a tipped head. "Jason, meet Nightmare. Nightmare, you be good for Jason, alright?" The bird mimicking Jon's voice saying hello. Pretty close to it.
Jon looked back to Jason as he offered his arm, Jason's way. The long sleeves and his medication kept him from having a panic attack over his beloved pet. "Thank you, he is quite handsome, and he knows it. He can fly, but I do not trust taking him out quite yet. I have only had him a year or so. I found him when he was a chick, the shelter wanted to put him down, so I kept him." Jason found something Jon could ramble about besides books.
"Oh, so he's a baby, baby. I'm very impressed that he's already learned how to fly." The casserole was left on the counter in favor of stepping in closer to Jon. He reached up as if to stroke his fingers over that black plumage, but instead his knuckles grazed softly against the corner of that rare smile.
He wanted to kiss it, but sometimes Jon got weird about touch before their sessions started and he didn't want to spook the man away from their weekend before it got a chance to begin. So he grazed his knuckles over freshly shaved skin, his smile warm and welcome before he pulled away to finally find a place to put the 8x8 pan.
"Well, he's very handsome and I can tell he's well loved. Hopefully he doesn't hate me too much after I've spent the night hurting his daddy." He let a little bit of heat drip into that last word, nothing that could be directly called out, but enough to test the waters a little. He rarely ever had the desire to use that word in the bedroom on a personal level, but he did occasionally use it for clients who specifically requested it.
And, maybe, he knew exactly how hot that word would sound in that honey smoked accent.
"More like a young child, but yes. He learned to fly last year, which was not easy in this apartment." So he had Nightmare before he could fly. That casserole dish caught his attention, but before he could ask, Jason was reaching up and Nightmare puffed up his plumage as if ready for pets, but Jon got the corner of his mouth touched with those knuckles. Biting his lip a little, as he watched Jason. Straightening his posture some.
His face was freshly shaven, the aftershave still smelling potent, and his skin smoother than normal. The professor usually came to Pandora's at night when he didn't care to touch up his shave when he'd have to do it again in the morning.
"Yes, well, someone had to. He was too young to die just because some teenagers were assholes." Chuckling as he moved to put Nightmare down on the couch, where the bird happily went back to his cat toys. As he did, he heard what Jason said, still a little leaned over, looking back wide eyes. Give him a second.
"Mmm." It was a simple hum of agreement, but he made absolutely no effort to hide his fond smile from creeping into his voice as he rummaged through the older man's fridge. Helping little old ladies in the grocery store, saving helpless chicks from teenagers....as cold and dispassionate as Jonathan Crane tried to advertise himself as, Jason knew different.
Knew and appreciated. Maybe even kind of really liked.
Dish stored away for later, he gave the man all the time he needed to process. They had time, he had no reason to rush this. He had no idea if Jon was going to let him stay or if he was going to have to walk home after he'd made sure the older man was tucked safely into bed, but even if he had to walk, he wasn't going to rush this. It had been far too long since they'd played, rushing it would be an insult.
From the top portion of the wheeled back, he brought out a familiar drop cloth, setting it aside so that he could pull Jon's book out from where it was sandwiched between the heavy canvas cloth and the hard plastic of his sharps kit. The sketchbook had been bought nearly a year ago and it was mostly full of the designs that Jason would think of before their sessions. It held most of the last years worth of session designs, as well as a couple that Jason hadn't shown Jon yet for fear they'd be a little too much just yet. But tonight's was one he was comfortable with showing and he flipped open the book before holding it out towards his dearest Doc.
"Do you want to see? Or would you rather be surprised?"
All things he would deny, or make up excuses for. Helping the woman was so she'd leave him alone. Saving Nightmare was to spite the teenagers. Neither true, but he had an image he conveys that most never look behind the curtain to see past. Though, his temper was something awful when tripped, but he was more often annoyed than angry. That happened in school more than at home around his books and pet.
Finally moving as he leaned on the arm of the couch watching Jason. It was interesting having someone in here besides himself. Or, the neighbors when they popped over. Jon had no plans at all to send Jason back out into the night, not unless he followed him to his car, and Jason didn't bring his car. Though Jonathan had never shared a bed with someone through the night, that was his plan.
One-night stands he dipped before the other could even fall asleep. When he was young, Granny would just let him cry as a child until he gave up on comfort. As an adult, he didn't always know how to accept it. Jon was watching as Jason took out the book of fun, a crooked smile crossing over his features. It always promised a good time. "Let me wait to see it. I trust you, as you know. Though, we may want to do this back there. The bedroom is hardwood floors, unlike out here. And Nightmare might not try to get in the way."
He could deny it all he wanted, Jason knew better. He'd peeked under the curtain to the man beyond and he... Well, he'd made it very clear where he stood on the matter. Wishful thinking, indeed.
Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
Jason had been chipping at the ice wall around the older man since long before he started leaving water bottles in his lecture hall. When he looked in the mirror he didn't see anything special, he could point out all of his flaws, but the way Jason looked at him every so often? It made him feel like everyone over the years had been lying. Maybe he wasn't a completely grotesque monstrosity.
Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
He didn't push while Jon thought about how he felt about being touched. He never did. He respected the other man's space with everything he did, even going so far as to cancel a session if the older man just couldn't settle into his skin.
He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
That was half of why they worked so well. Jason knew when not to push and when to push. Jon appreciated that and even the times Jason cancelled when he couldn't get himself settled for their fun.
CNC was not something Jonathan had considered, given how firm his boundaries were. Sure, he had some fantasies, but none he would admit aloud. Absolutely not anytime soon. But consent was super important to him. He needed it, he craved it. Who knew how he'd feel knowing Jason had been in such scenes, not that he intended to ask either. What Jason did for money was his business.
The wait was appreciated, as Jon held Nightmare over, the young bird flew from his owner's bony arm to land on Jason's meatier one. Requiring a moment to find his balance, as his talons dug in a little. Happy croaks offered, he would like to be adored now.
Jon stepped closer, the way he often does when he has gotten himself mentally prepared for the touch to start. Nightmare was spoiled, so Jon didn't mind if it was bad for training. No, as Jason focused on the bird, the old man finally leaned in and kissed Jason's cheek all of his own volition.
Fortunately, CNC wasn't something he agreed to very often. And never with a client that he hadn't worked with enough to be comfortable with them before. It had pissed off more than one potential new client, but Jason hadn't budged. Someone who'd get mad at him for that wasn't someone he felt comfortable doing a scene with.
He'd had his 'red' disrespected enough times that he knew the type.
Nightmare was heavier than he expected, his arm dipping a little before settling into a nice, level branch for the young bird to grip. Jason let out a little huff of amazement as Nightmare got settled, his grin wide and just a little lopsided. This was certainly not the way he'd expected the night to start, but he was not complaining.
Nor was he complaining about Jon stepping closer and kissing his cheek. Nightmare wasn't forgotten, but he did turn to follow the man as he pulled back, claiming his own soft kiss from Jon's lips. His smile was softer as he pulled back, pale blue eyes bright and happy.
"Kissing me when I have no hands to wrap around you is cheating, Doc..." He was teasing, but he did reach up to start stroking the glossy feathers on Nightmare's chest as if to prove that he had no hands with which to grab.
Holding his ground was something to be proud of. Any client that didn't respect his limits probably wasn't even worth taking on. Jonathan didn't even try any of his kinks with the people he'd meet in bars, that was precisely the reason he ended up meeting Jason. You can't spring that on a stranger without a talk, and at those times he rarely wanted to talk.
He was a very well cared for bird, spoiled and was more the size of a raven, but Jon was certain he was a crow. He would die on that hill. Jonathan's smile had not faded yet as he watched Jason and Nightmare. The bird was the way to his heart, after all. Seeing Nightmare take so well to his dom made him pleased to have accepted Jason into his private space.
The soft kiss was returned with one of those please little noises escaping from the doctor. "Of course, I cheated. Are you even surprised. You can wrap your hands around me once you are done paying tribute to the ruler of this domain." Nightmare was making little happy clicks and returning the affection, as Jon watched approvingly.
"Oh, is that the case? I have to pay tribute to be able to get my hands on your daddy?" He gently scritched between glossy feathers as he cooed at the bird. He didn't use a baby voice or anything else over exaggerated, he spoke to Nightmare no different than he'd speak to Jon. Like he was intelligent and deserving of respect. "Well then, it looks like I've got some studying to do to make sure I bring you all the fun toys and the best treats. I make a pretty good cracker, I bet I can add a few of those wiggly things I saw in the fridge, just for you. Yes, all for you."
He nodded along with those clicks and croaks, obviously enjoying his conversation with the bird who'd stolen his most cantankerous sub's heart. As he spoke, he shifted back a little so that he could crouch smoothly back down to his bag, digging through one of the side pockets for a moment before pulling out a simple metal washer. It was too big for the bird to swallow, but too small for him to get a foot caught, and it was flat enough that picking it up off a flat surface with a beak would be a challenge.
"Until then, how's this? I know, it's not the best, but I bet it would still be pretty fun to play with. Let's go ask your daddy, hmm?" He turned, standing back up as he held out the washer to be inspected. "It's just one of the ones I keep in case I need to replace one in my drop cloth. Don't see how he can get into much trouble with it?"
Jon gives him another funny look at Jason, calling him Nightmare's daddy. At least this time he didn't freeze up. No, he just watched fondly as Jason treated Nightmare with the respect the bird deserved. Granted, Jon would baby talk the bird, but only when he knew Nightmare was upset with him.
"He prefers breads to crackers." Jonathan spoke up then, "Meat over both." Giving Jason the play by play on how to make Nightmare adore him. "Also, never touch that pumpkin pillow on the couch, he is very territorial of it." As soon as Jon said it, Nightmare croaked his way.
He was melting that ice around his grumpy subs heart watching the two. An amused sound escaped as he nodded as Jason offered his tribute. "It will be fine for now, I generally don't give him metal though, I worry he will hurt his beak. Thought give me a moment to turn on the TV for him."
Leaning back, to grab the remote, unlike a normal person might, the doctor leaned over the side of the couch using his long arm to grab the remote, he had shown over the years he was very flexible. Turning the TV on of all things, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. A whistle given as Nightmare with his new washer both flew back to his pillow to play with it and the blocks on the couch. "As long as noise is going from the TV he will play in here. He isn't concerned with the music." Jonathan explained, pushing off the couch, after tossing the remote back, to step up into Jason's reach.
"Oops. Well, now I know for next time. Yes. Next time." He nodded at that croak that was aimed in Jon's direction, smiling as he followed the bird's gaze back over to the other man. "I promise not to steal his pumpkin-oh. Fuck, Doc...warn a guy before you do that."
Watching the older man twist and bend to grab the remote was an unexpected treat and his voice lowered a little as he let his gaze lazily roam over those long, lean lines. The TV was ignored, his attention briefly grabbed by Nightmare flying back to his pillow with his new prize, but as soon as Jon was moving back to him, Jason was reaching out to hook his fingers into the professor's belt so he could pull him even closer.
"Well, so long as he can't open doors and snap you out of the headspace I'm hoping to get you into..." The low rumble was back and he smiled against Jon's lips before he claimed them in a kiss that was considerably less chaste than the little peck from before.
"Yes, for next time." That brought an amused noise from the grumpy one. That lean had popped his back in a rather pleasant way, so that helped as much as Jason being there to dissolve some of his cranky mood. Plus, Nightmare was the way to the old man's heart.
"Warn before I do what?" He didn't think it was a big deal, standing within Jason's reach, pulled forward by his belt as his blue eyes narrowed some. Taking in the tone of Jason's voice and that expression.
Shaking his head, amused at the words. "No, he is quite brilliant, but not enough to open doors yet. And I will be absolutely fine, you know how to keep me where you want me. Shall we?" He asked before kissing Jason back, his thin arms wrapping around the younger, returning as good as he got until he needed to pull back for air. "This way."
The hall was short, three doors, well four with a closet. Two bedrooms, one had a cracked door that was clearly packed with books and a desk, the bedroom was simple, older furniture likely bought second hand but sturdy. Jon's sheets and cover were both black and the curtains closed, also black out. Flipping on the light, more books were around, as well as a large bird cage in the corner.
"Before you go reminding me how flexible you are." He followed the words with a playful nip to Jon's lips, his hands sliding up along the older man's sides as if he might not let go now that he had the doctor in his grasp. But the invitation to move to the bedroom was a tempting one and in the end he released his prey to follow him through the apartment.
The building wasn't the best, but the apartment itself was homey and suited the man he was following. There were a few places that he could see the damage that the building's age and ill-repair was causing, but it wasn't his place to fuss over it. He was lucky that the man had let him into this space at all, he wasn't about to waste the opportunity with home repairs.
He'd do them later. He hoped.
He made a pleased sound as they made it back to the bedroom, noting the bird cage and the hardwood. Hardwood meant that he'd need to spread his drop cloth out wide to catch any needles that slipped. Knowing that Nightmare spent time in here meant that he'd need to be mindful of what oils and scents were used. He didn't tend to use many on Jon unless they were specifically doing a wax scene, but he still made a mental note to do some research about bird safety.
Nothing he had planned for tonight would be worrisome, though. Not as long as he kept his sharps protocols tight.
"Mm, you just showered. Did you use the hibiclens?" Jon was usually pretty good about remembering to use the surgical antiseptic soap, but Jason always checked. It was part of his routine, though he was careful not to murmur the words directly into Jon's ear as he normally would. He had to prep the room before he could start guiding the older man down into his headspace.
"I was just being lazy, nothing further behind it." Crane teased, enjoying that playful nip. There was something utterly intoxicating about knowing Jason was trailing behind him, and all of the fun and delightfully painful things that would be to follow. Jason had been right, after a few weeks without, he was wound tight and needed release. He just didn't have Pandora's money.
Jonathan knew how to fix most of what was wrong, he just saw no point as he intended to move eventually, but rent control was pretty nice, namely in Gotham.
Being thoughtful about Nightmare's safety would also win Jason some points with the grumpy old man. If they were doing a scene that might endanger Nightmare, the cage would be wheeled out to the living room. It wouldn't even be an issue.
"Of course I did. You gave me the hint. Do you need to double-check?" A bit sarcastic at the end, but that was normal for him, getting into the mindset.
He chuckled, and this time his couldn't help but to muffle it against the meat of Jon's shoulder, peppering it and he neck with kisses before he made himself step away. "No, I trust you. But you are distracting and I need to do all the parts that you don't usually see in our sessions. So...go settle your feathered son somewhere he can be safe for a while. Eat a granola bar, since you probably haven't eaten in a couple hours."
He smirked as he shoo'd the man out of his own bedroom.
Setting up wasn't hard and Jason had done it so often that he could do it in the semi-dark of Pandora's rooms. Black, waterproof drop cloth spread over the bed and draped artfully over the surrounding floor. He'd sewn magnetic weights into the edge, both to keep the cloth in place and keep it from bunching, but also to catch any loose needles. Usually, it would be spread under a massage table or whatever bench or piece of equipment Jason was going to be using, but he didn't want to risk a needle in Jon's bed.
A couple of water bottles were placed on Jon's nightstand, as well as the emergency shears and a small bottle of lube. He didn't expect the lube to be used...but he was hopeful. He didn't always enjoy sex with his clients, but Jon was always a welcomed partner. Jon was one of the very few who could actually make him come and he appreciated that.
Craved it, if he were honest.
He laid out a couple hanks of rope at the foot of the bed, leaving the hard case of floggers and whips closed for now. His needle kit was set up and waiting to be rolled up into easy reaching distance. On the bed, open to a sketch of a man's back with an intricate pattern wove into it, was the sketchbook. A visual hint of the time that Jason was about put into this and the pain that was about to come from what was probably close to a hundred intricately placed needles.
Not much meat in that shoulder, but the professor closed his eyes, enjoying the muffled words against his skin. "I have no idea how I have been distracting aside from not being in a bad mood." He had been earlier, but after the texts? He was fine. He knew a release would come with the pain. Jonathan nods, and leaves the room to go make sure Nightmare will be staying on the couch and happy. His toys laid about and a small bowl of meat chunks for him left along with the TV on.
In Jonathan's room, aside from some older more valuable books on shelves, there was not much in the way of personal items, no real past on view. No photos, not even his diploma. The Cage, the bookshelves and the bed were really the only things in the room that showed someone lived there.
It was a possibility the lube would be used, though he might feel a bit like he was taking advantage as he wasn't paying. They could cross that bridge when they got there. The pain would always have to come first before most pleasures. He knew places he could go for release, but Jason gave him the perfect amount of pain.
Finally, Crane came back down the hall, stepping through the door, drying his hands again, having rewashed them after handling Nightmare just to be safe. A moment spared to toss his shirt over to a corner and kicked the door closed lightly. Making his way to meet Jason. "How do you want me?" he always asks at the start of a scene, in case Jason wanted to start differently than some other nights.
If anyone was taking advantage of anyone this weekend, Jason was very much the one doing the taking. He'd feel bad about it later, feel like he manipulated Jon into agreeing to do a scene outside of their transactional agreement. Because, really...he had. Jon might have wanted it and been willingly manipulated into it, but it had still been Jason's desires that had set it into motion.
He should have at least been honest about the fact that he wasn't there because Jon was tense after so long without a scene.
He smiled as that door was clicked shut, shifting back so he could gesture at the edge of the bed. That question was familiar and Jason felt the routine already start to settle over his shoulders. His voice had already been a little low when he'd gotten there, anticipation making him eager, but when he spoke again, he was once more in that register that rumbled in his chest.
"Naked and on your knees on the bed, facing the wall."
The position would put Jon's back on full display and give him the perfect canvas to start winding that rich, burnt orange colored rope.
"I'm going to hurt you, Jon. Do you understand that? I'm going to twist you into a position of my choosing, bind you in place, and then thread needles into your skin. Do you understand this?
Do you agree to it?"
The same way every scene started: an affirmation of their contract, their rules, and their consent. It was Jason's favorite way to start tipping his Doc towards his headspace.
The professor would likely argue it, but they would see where the weekend went. Jonathan likely wouldn't mind the manipulation, but they did need to talk about it one day. They were moving from transactional to something else entirely.
Though, Jon was tense, even if he was in a better mood. The weeks of teaching and everything else compounding. Moving silently with that dancer's grace towards the bed. The rumble from Jason's chest sent a pleasant shiver through the older man as he shed his clothes, leaving his socks on. He always did. Cold feet he explained ages ago, poor circulation. He didn't care as much about his hands as they were always ice blocks, but his feet he could keep covered.
Climbing onto his bed to face the wall, sitting on his knees, which straightened up his posture some. Looking back over his shoulder as one of his dark curls fell into his face, blue eyes already dilated with desire. "I give my full consent to anything you choose. Should I disagree, I will use our chosen word." He replied as he did every time. Both knew he wouldn't use the word, he was stubborn to a fault.
Looking back to the wall as he placed his spidery hands on his thighs while he waited for Jason to begin.
"Very good." This time he was ready and this time Jason murmured the words against Jon's ear, his hands coming up to trail up along the older man's sides. The speedbumps of his ribs were a little more pronounced than they had been the last time he'd been able to get his hands on the other man, but they weren't bad enough to actually make him call off his design, despite his bitching that had started all of this.
He didn't like it, but he'd done scenes with Jon in worse shape.
He started slow, first with a simple harness of soft cotton rope around thin hips. The color popped against the professor's pale skin, but Jason kept his compliments to himself. To offer them too soon would be to make Jon uncomfortable and that wasn't the goal.
One at a time, Jason drew those gangly arms back, binding them into the base harness. With each pass of the ropes, he allowed the tails to snap lightly against Jon's back, skin protected from burnt edges by tape. Jon wouldn't mind a few accidental nicks, but they'd mess with Jason's design and that wasn't acceptable. With each pull through, he let the rope tails snap harder and harder until each pass was leaving just the faintest of raised red welts.
A taste of the pain to come. A promise of more and better and something sharp. A promise....but not yet.
With Jon's arms firmly bound in place, Jason stepped in close behind the other man, his hands splaying out to smooth along that freshly welted skin. Over his sides, up along his spine, out over his shoulders. Scars rasped against the rope callouses on his hands, but he didn't pull away. He never did. In fact, he leaned in, lowering his lips to trace against the marked skin of boney shoulders. He kissed in some shapeless pattern, skipping some but taking the time to flick his tongue over others. Sink his teeth into some, not hard enough to welt, but enough that it was going to litter Jon's shoulders with bruises for the next week. He meandered and touched and tasted and any time that Jon tried to wriggle away or stiffened up, one hand would slip around to slide up Jon's chest so that he could grip his hand around the older man's throat. He never actually cut off Jon's airway, instead using his grip to narrow the arteries that brought blood to the brain. A nice, fuzzy sensation without the risk of actually damaging the man's trachea.
Yet.
He took his time. They had all night, after all, and it had been almost two whole months since they'd been together. They were in no hurry, so Jason indulged in trying to see how many time he could get a reaction out of the other man, rewarding him after each one with another bite or a hard scratch of his nails over Jon's stomach. Pain and pleasure and always the promise of more. And only when he was sure that Jon was nice and deep in his subspace did he pull back with a softly murmured 'Good boy' against his ear.
The welts were fading when he picked up the spray bottle of alcohol from his needle kit. They flared back to bright red as he coated the doctor's back, welts and bites and scratches included, in a fine mist before blotting it away with a fresh paper towel. Then he sprayed him again and this time he let it air dry before he picked up his first needle.
The design started just above where the rope harness rested, in the thin skin of the small of Jon's back. It rose upward, splitting into a V as it followed his spine up and then out over his shoulders. Each branch split again, a small vine of thinner gauge needles sweeping up along each side of Jon's neck, flirting with that line of what could be covered with a collared shirt, while the thicker main branch of the design flowed back down the back of each bound arm. He worked methodically and confidently, not rushing but not lingering, either. Occasionally, he'd pick up the spray bottle and give the whole design a new fire inducing spritz just to watch Jon writhe.
When it finally seemed like he might be done, he pulled out a spool of black ribbon and started to wind it artfully between spidery fingers. He knotted it carefully so that there no danger of cutting off blood flow and then he secured and locked the ribbon into the rope of the harness so that even if Jon pulled, the pressure would go to the harness instead of the rest of the ribbon. He'd left the tails long intentionally, then secured it off all so he could meticulously lace up the needles on either side of the man's spine, drawing them just taut enough to give a pleasant pull.
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However, no matter how much he wanted to get his hands on that skinny frame, he waited. He let some good old fashioned anticipation do some heavy lifting. For both of them, really. Let Jon wonder what was going to happen to him. Let Jason daydream about all the ways he was going to ask the older man to suffer so beautifully for him. It warmed him up nicely, a low grade arousal settling itself low in his belly as he puttered around his apartment.
He waited until the sun was just starting to kiss the top of the city before he slung his jacket and headed out. If anyone tried to stop a man walking in the Narrows with a nice luggage set and a case that looked like it might hold an instrument...well, they'd have to deal with the fact that Jason had ways of protecting himself. Ways that would barely put a pause on his weekend, as far as the GCPD was concerned.
He was grinning as he knocked on the door, cheeks still a little ruddy from the chill and his hair tussled from the wind. If it wasn't for the wheeled tool bag and the hard case slung over his shoulder, he'd almost look like he was about to ask Professor Crane to sign a campus petition.
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Hearing the front door, he looked back as Nightmare croaked. Moving silently through the apartment, at least until he called out. "One moment!" The door opened moments later, those fall scented candles really having an effect on the smell of the apartment. Smells that always mingled with Jon's cheap cologne he always wore to their sessions.
A grin crossed his gaunt features, stepping back and motioning Jason inside. Nightmare croaked from his perch just inside the apartment, not far from the TV that was off. Music was playing low, the kind of yacht rock that he had always enjoyed. Not too loud, but the volume it generally was left at. "Would you like a hand?" He assumed the cases were full of all the fun stuff they would be playing with, but the doctor didn't care to assume. Dressed in slacks like he wore to the club and a ratty t-shirt, his hair still wet from a recent shower, which had his curls weighed down at the moment.
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"Thank you. That should go somewhere easy to grab if we do get to it, but this..." He zipped open the top of the case, pulling out a casserole dish that had been sealed tightly with foil. "Needs a little bit of space in your fridge. The rest of it can wait until we're ready to start. And until after you've made introductions..."
That last was very much aimed at the young bird who was watching him so intently, his smile widening as he cocked his head to mimic Nightmare. "You are beautiful, little one. Does he fly? I didn't know you had a bird?"
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"I'll take it back to the room in a moment then. And the fridge should have plenty of room." He did buy food, but not a lot. Jon never ate a lot, the basics. Eggs, deli meat, bread, some meal worms for Nightmare in there too, and a case a beer. Of course. The freezer and pantry had more, luckily.
The case in hand as he looked over, a faint rare smile in place as Jonathan whistled just after Jason complimented the bird who flew over to land on Jonathan's extended arm. Croaking back at Jason with a tipped head. "Jason, meet Nightmare. Nightmare, you be good for Jason, alright?" The bird mimicking Jon's voice saying hello. Pretty close to it.
Jon looked back to Jason as he offered his arm, Jason's way. The long sleeves and his medication kept him from having a panic attack over his beloved pet. "Thank you, he is quite handsome, and he knows it. He can fly, but I do not trust taking him out quite yet. I have only had him a year or so. I found him when he was a chick, the shelter wanted to put him down, so I kept him." Jason found something Jon could ramble about besides books.
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He wanted to kiss it, but sometimes Jon got weird about touch before their sessions started and he didn't want to spook the man away from their weekend before it got a chance to begin. So he grazed his knuckles over freshly shaved skin, his smile warm and welcome before he pulled away to finally find a place to put the 8x8 pan.
"Well, he's very handsome and I can tell he's well loved. Hopefully he doesn't hate me too much after I've spent the night hurting his daddy." He let a little bit of heat drip into that last word, nothing that could be directly called out, but enough to test the waters a little. He rarely ever had the desire to use that word in the bedroom on a personal level, but he did occasionally use it for clients who specifically requested it.
And, maybe, he knew exactly how hot that word would sound in that honey smoked accent.
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His face was freshly shaven, the aftershave still smelling potent, and his skin smoother than normal. The professor usually came to Pandora's at night when he didn't care to touch up his shave when he'd have to do it again in the morning.
"Yes, well, someone had to. He was too young to die just because some teenagers were assholes." Chuckling as he moved to put Nightmare down on the couch, where the bird happily went back to his cat toys. As he did, he heard what Jason said, still a little leaned over, looking back wide eyes. Give him a second.
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Knew and appreciated. Maybe even kind of really liked.
Dish stored away for later, he gave the man all the time he needed to process. They had time, he had no reason to rush this. He had no idea if Jon was going to let him stay or if he was going to have to walk home after he'd made sure the older man was tucked safely into bed, but even if he had to walk, he wasn't going to rush this. It had been far too long since they'd played, rushing it would be an insult.
From the top portion of the wheeled back, he brought out a familiar drop cloth, setting it aside so that he could pull Jon's book out from where it was sandwiched between the heavy canvas cloth and the hard plastic of his sharps kit. The sketchbook had been bought nearly a year ago and it was mostly full of the designs that Jason would think of before their sessions. It held most of the last years worth of session designs, as well as a couple that Jason hadn't shown Jon yet for fear they'd be a little too much just yet. But tonight's was one he was comfortable with showing and he flipped open the book before holding it out towards his dearest Doc.
"Do you want to see? Or would you rather be surprised?"
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Finally moving as he leaned on the arm of the couch watching Jason. It was interesting having someone in here besides himself. Or, the neighbors when they popped over. Jon had no plans at all to send Jason back out into the night, not unless he followed him to his car, and Jason didn't bring his car. Though Jonathan had never shared a bed with someone through the night, that was his plan.
One-night stands he dipped before the other could even fall asleep. When he was young, Granny would just let him cry as a child until he gave up on comfort. As an adult, he didn't always know how to accept it. Jon was watching as Jason took out the book of fun, a crooked smile crossing over his features. It always promised a good time. "Let me wait to see it. I trust you, as you know. Though, we may want to do this back there. The bedroom is hardwood floors, unlike out here. And Nightmare might not try to get in the way."
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Smiling, Jason flipped the book shut with a satisfying 'thud', setting it aside before he smoothly rocked up from his knees to his feet. It was a motion that was well practiced and that Jon had seen a million times before, but it was still something that let Jason's body flex in a way that felt very appealing. It was something that was for him more than his clients, but he enjoyed it when his clients also appreciated the play of his muscles under his clothes.
"Oh, don't worry. I have no intention of starting out here. Unless you count me asking how you're feeling about touch right now 'starting'. Which I don't. I just want to kiss you. Feel your skin a little. See how warmed up your engine is before getting into discussions about how you feel about the conversation we had earlier.
And, obviously, I want to know if that handsome mister behind you will let me pet him before he potentially decides that I'm a devil and that I must die for the sounds that I can get out of you...."
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Those blue eyes watched the move he had seen so many times. Before Jason became his dom, he had always thought muscles did nothing for him. Watching Jason move over the years proved that very wrong. Biting his lip as he often did upon seeing the move.
"Uhh." A silent moment before he nodded. "It is alright. Thank you for asking." It gave him the time to mentally prepare himself, to remind himself Jason only hurts him when he asks for it, and he was more than looking forward to that pain tonight. "Might need a little warmed up, but that can wait."
Shifting his hand back without moving, he snapped one of those spidery fingers before straightening his fingers again. Nightmare croaking again, as he hopped up on Jon's hand to be lifted back into his owner's grasp. Holding Nightmare towards Jason then.
"Put your hand out and whistle. He will come to you if he wants affection. If he does, then you may bribe him all you want, but I assure you. He won't mind." Jon's always had nightmares, his pet was used to the sound of Jon making painful noises at night, sometimes waking with a scream.
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He knew what it was like to be pushed like that. To be pushed past the comfort zone into something that could be considered forced. He'd never do that to any of his clients. Hell, even the ones who enjoyed CNC play he made a point to check in with them before to get an idea of their baseline before moving into the scene itself. Even if he was the 'victim' in the scene, he needed to know the baseline and go over the rules.
So when Jon finally nodded and gave him permission, Jason smiled but didn't move forward right away. He could touch...but he could also see that Jon needed a few minutes to get used to the idea that he could be touched. And when that black bird was offered? Well, who was he to deny such a handsome creature.
Holding out his arm like how he'd seen Jon do it, he gave a low, soft whistle. An ask, not a demand. It probably wasn't the best for training purposes, but he wasn't about to force the bird any more than he was going to force the bird's daddy.
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CNC was not something Jonathan had considered, given how firm his boundaries were. Sure, he had some fantasies, but none he would admit aloud. Absolutely not anytime soon. But consent was super important to him. He needed it, he craved it. Who knew how he'd feel knowing Jason had been in such scenes, not that he intended to ask either. What Jason did for money was his business.
The wait was appreciated, as Jon held Nightmare over, the young bird flew from his owner's bony arm to land on Jason's meatier one. Requiring a moment to find his balance, as his talons dug in a little. Happy croaks offered, he would like to be adored now.
Jon stepped closer, the way he often does when he has gotten himself mentally prepared for the touch to start. Nightmare was spoiled, so Jon didn't mind if it was bad for training. No, as Jason focused on the bird, the old man finally leaned in and kissed Jason's cheek all of his own volition.
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He'd had his 'red' disrespected enough times that he knew the type.
Nightmare was heavier than he expected, his arm dipping a little before settling into a nice, level branch for the young bird to grip. Jason let out a little huff of amazement as Nightmare got settled, his grin wide and just a little lopsided. This was certainly not the way he'd expected the night to start, but he was not complaining.
Nor was he complaining about Jon stepping closer and kissing his cheek. Nightmare wasn't forgotten, but he did turn to follow the man as he pulled back, claiming his own soft kiss from Jon's lips. His smile was softer as he pulled back, pale blue eyes bright and happy.
"Kissing me when I have no hands to wrap around you is cheating, Doc..." He was teasing, but he did reach up to start stroking the glossy feathers on Nightmare's chest as if to prove that he had no hands with which to grab.
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He was a very well cared for bird, spoiled and was more the size of a raven, but Jon was certain he was a crow. He would die on that hill. Jonathan's smile had not faded yet as he watched Jason and Nightmare. The bird was the way to his heart, after all. Seeing Nightmare take so well to his dom made him pleased to have accepted Jason into his private space.
The soft kiss was returned with one of those please little noises escaping from the doctor. "Of course, I cheated. Are you even surprised. You can wrap your hands around me once you are done paying tribute to the ruler of this domain." Nightmare was making little happy clicks and returning the affection, as Jon watched approvingly.
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He nodded along with those clicks and croaks, obviously enjoying his conversation with the bird who'd stolen his most cantankerous sub's heart. As he spoke, he shifted back a little so that he could crouch smoothly back down to his bag, digging through one of the side pockets for a moment before pulling out a simple metal washer. It was too big for the bird to swallow, but too small for him to get a foot caught, and it was flat enough that picking it up off a flat surface with a beak would be a challenge.
"Until then, how's this? I know, it's not the best, but I bet it would still be pretty fun to play with. Let's go ask your daddy, hmm?" He turned, standing back up as he held out the washer to be inspected. "It's just one of the ones I keep in case I need to replace one in my drop cloth. Don't see how he can get into much trouble with it?"
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"He prefers breads to crackers." Jonathan spoke up then, "Meat over both." Giving Jason the play by play on how to make Nightmare adore him. "Also, never touch that pumpkin pillow on the couch, he is very territorial of it." As soon as Jon said it, Nightmare croaked his way.
He was melting that ice around his grumpy subs heart watching the two. An amused sound escaped as he nodded as Jason offered his tribute. "It will be fine for now, I generally don't give him metal though, I worry he will hurt his beak. Thought give me a moment to turn on the TV for him."
Leaning back, to grab the remote, unlike a normal person might, the doctor leaned over the side of the couch using his long arm to grab the remote, he had shown over the years he was very flexible. Turning the TV on of all things, Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. A whistle given as Nightmare with his new washer both flew back to his pillow to play with it and the blocks on the couch. "As long as noise is going from the TV he will play in here. He isn't concerned with the music." Jonathan explained, pushing off the couch, after tossing the remote back, to step up into Jason's reach.
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Watching the older man twist and bend to grab the remote was an unexpected treat and his voice lowered a little as he let his gaze lazily roam over those long, lean lines. The TV was ignored, his attention briefly grabbed by Nightmare flying back to his pillow with his new prize, but as soon as Jon was moving back to him, Jason was reaching out to hook his fingers into the professor's belt so he could pull him even closer.
"Well, so long as he can't open doors and snap you out of the headspace I'm hoping to get you into..." The low rumble was back and he smiled against Jon's lips before he claimed them in a kiss that was considerably less chaste than the little peck from before.
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"Warn before I do what?" He didn't think it was a big deal, standing within Jason's reach, pulled forward by his belt as his blue eyes narrowed some. Taking in the tone of Jason's voice and that expression.
Shaking his head, amused at the words. "No, he is quite brilliant, but not enough to open doors yet. And I will be absolutely fine, you know how to keep me where you want me. Shall we?" He asked before kissing Jason back, his thin arms wrapping around the younger, returning as good as he got until he needed to pull back for air. "This way."
The hall was short, three doors, well four with a closet. Two bedrooms, one had a cracked door that was clearly packed with books and a desk, the bedroom was simple, older furniture likely bought second hand but sturdy. Jon's sheets and cover were both black and the curtains closed, also black out. Flipping on the light, more books were around, as well as a large bird cage in the corner.
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The building wasn't the best, but the apartment itself was homey and suited the man he was following. There were a few places that he could see the damage that the building's age and ill-repair was causing, but it wasn't his place to fuss over it. He was lucky that the man had let him into this space at all, he wasn't about to waste the opportunity with home repairs.
He'd do them later. He hoped.
He made a pleased sound as they made it back to the bedroom, noting the bird cage and the hardwood. Hardwood meant that he'd need to spread his drop cloth out wide to catch any needles that slipped. Knowing that Nightmare spent time in here meant that he'd need to be mindful of what oils and scents were used. He didn't tend to use many on Jon unless they were specifically doing a wax scene, but he still made a mental note to do some research about bird safety.
Nothing he had planned for tonight would be worrisome, though. Not as long as he kept his sharps protocols tight.
"Mm, you just showered. Did you use the hibiclens?" Jon was usually pretty good about remembering to use the surgical antiseptic soap, but Jason always checked. It was part of his routine, though he was careful not to murmur the words directly into Jon's ear as he normally would. He had to prep the room before he could start guiding the older man down into his headspace.
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Jonathan knew how to fix most of what was wrong, he just saw no point as he intended to move eventually, but rent control was pretty nice, namely in Gotham.
Being thoughtful about Nightmare's safety would also win Jason some points with the grumpy old man. If they were doing a scene that might endanger Nightmare, the cage would be wheeled out to the living room. It wouldn't even be an issue.
"Of course I did. You gave me the hint. Do you need to double-check?" A bit sarcastic at the end, but that was normal for him, getting into the mindset.
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He smirked as he shoo'd the man out of his own bedroom.
Setting up wasn't hard and Jason had done it so often that he could do it in the semi-dark of Pandora's rooms. Black, waterproof drop cloth spread over the bed and draped artfully over the surrounding floor. He'd sewn magnetic weights into the edge, both to keep the cloth in place and keep it from bunching, but also to catch any loose needles. Usually, it would be spread under a massage table or whatever bench or piece of equipment Jason was going to be using, but he didn't want to risk a needle in Jon's bed.
A couple of water bottles were placed on Jon's nightstand, as well as the emergency shears and a small bottle of lube. He didn't expect the lube to be used...but he was hopeful. He didn't always enjoy sex with his clients, but Jon was always a welcomed partner. Jon was one of the very few who could actually make him come and he appreciated that.
Craved it, if he were honest.
He laid out a couple hanks of rope at the foot of the bed, leaving the hard case of floggers and whips closed for now. His needle kit was set up and waiting to be rolled up into easy reaching distance. On the bed, open to a sketch of a man's back with an intricate pattern wove into it, was the sketchbook. A visual hint of the time that Jason was about put into this and the pain that was about to come from what was probably close to a hundred intricately placed needles.
"I'm ready for you, my dearest Doc. Come here."
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In Jonathan's room, aside from some older more valuable books on shelves, there was not much in the way of personal items, no real past on view. No photos, not even his diploma. The Cage, the bookshelves and the bed were really the only things in the room that showed someone lived there.
It was a possibility the lube would be used, though he might feel a bit like he was taking advantage as he wasn't paying. They could cross that bridge when they got there. The pain would always have to come first before most pleasures. He knew places he could go for release, but Jason gave him the perfect amount of pain.
Finally, Crane came back down the hall, stepping through the door, drying his hands again, having rewashed them after handling Nightmare just to be safe. A moment spared to toss his shirt over to a corner and kicked the door closed lightly. Making his way to meet Jason. "How do you want me?" he always asks at the start of a scene, in case Jason wanted to start differently than some other nights.
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He should have at least been honest about the fact that he wasn't there because Jon was tense after so long without a scene.
He smiled as that door was clicked shut, shifting back so he could gesture at the edge of the bed. That question was familiar and Jason felt the routine already start to settle over his shoulders. His voice had already been a little low when he'd gotten there, anticipation making him eager, but when he spoke again, he was once more in that register that rumbled in his chest.
"Naked and on your knees on the bed, facing the wall."
The position would put Jon's back on full display and give him the perfect canvas to start winding that rich, burnt orange colored rope.
"I'm going to hurt you, Jon. Do you understand that? I'm going to twist you into a position of my choosing, bind you in place, and then thread needles into your skin. Do you understand this?
Do you agree to it?"
The same way every scene started: an affirmation of their contract, their rules, and their consent. It was Jason's favorite way to start tipping his Doc towards his headspace.
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Though, Jon was tense, even if he was in a better mood. The weeks of teaching and everything else compounding. Moving silently with that dancer's grace towards the bed. The rumble from Jason's chest sent a pleasant shiver through the older man as he shed his clothes, leaving his socks on. He always did. Cold feet he explained ages ago, poor circulation. He didn't care as much about his hands as they were always ice blocks, but his feet he could keep covered.
Climbing onto his bed to face the wall, sitting on his knees, which straightened up his posture some. Looking back over his shoulder as one of his dark curls fell into his face, blue eyes already dilated with desire. "I give my full consent to anything you choose. Should I disagree, I will use our chosen word." He replied as he did every time. Both knew he wouldn't use the word, he was stubborn to a fault.
Looking back to the wall as he placed his spidery hands on his thighs while he waited for Jason to begin.
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He didn't like it, but he'd done scenes with Jon in worse shape.
He started slow, first with a simple harness of soft cotton rope around thin hips. The color popped against the professor's pale skin, but Jason kept his compliments to himself. To offer them too soon would be to make Jon uncomfortable and that wasn't the goal.
One at a time, Jason drew those gangly arms back, binding them into the base harness. With each pass of the ropes, he allowed the tails to snap lightly against Jon's back, skin protected from burnt edges by tape. Jon wouldn't mind a few accidental nicks, but they'd mess with Jason's design and that wasn't acceptable. With each pull through, he let the rope tails snap harder and harder until each pass was leaving just the faintest of raised red welts.
A taste of the pain to come. A promise of more and better and something sharp. A promise....but not yet.
With Jon's arms firmly bound in place, Jason stepped in close behind the other man, his hands splaying out to smooth along that freshly welted skin. Over his sides, up along his spine, out over his shoulders. Scars rasped against the rope callouses on his hands, but he didn't pull away. He never did. In fact, he leaned in, lowering his lips to trace against the marked skin of boney shoulders. He kissed in some shapeless pattern, skipping some but taking the time to flick his tongue over others. Sink his teeth into some, not hard enough to welt, but enough that it was going to litter Jon's shoulders with bruises for the next week. He meandered and touched and tasted and any time that Jon tried to wriggle away or stiffened up, one hand would slip around to slide up Jon's chest so that he could grip his hand around the older man's throat. He never actually cut off Jon's airway, instead using his grip to narrow the arteries that brought blood to the brain. A nice, fuzzy sensation without the risk of actually damaging the man's trachea.
Yet.
He took his time. They had all night, after all, and it had been almost two whole months since they'd been together. They were in no hurry, so Jason indulged in trying to see how many time he could get a reaction out of the other man, rewarding him after each one with another bite or a hard scratch of his nails over Jon's stomach. Pain and pleasure and always the promise of more. And only when he was sure that Jon was nice and deep in his subspace did he pull back with a softly murmured 'Good boy' against his ear.
The welts were fading when he picked up the spray bottle of alcohol from his needle kit. They flared back to bright red as he coated the doctor's back, welts and bites and scratches included, in a fine mist before blotting it away with a fresh paper towel. Then he sprayed him again and this time he let it air dry before he picked up his first needle.
The design started just above where the rope harness rested, in the thin skin of the small of Jon's back. It rose upward, splitting into a V as it followed his spine up and then out over his shoulders. Each branch split again, a small vine of thinner gauge needles sweeping up along each side of Jon's neck, flirting with that line of what could be covered with a collared shirt, while the thicker main branch of the design flowed back down the back of each bound arm. He worked methodically and confidently, not rushing but not lingering, either. Occasionally, he'd pick up the spray bottle and give the whole design a new fire inducing spritz just to watch Jon writhe.
When it finally seemed like he might be done, he pulled out a spool of black ribbon and started to wind it artfully between spidery fingers. He knotted it carefully so that there no danger of cutting off blood flow and then he secured and locked the ribbon into the rope of the harness so that even if Jon pulled, the pressure would go to the harness instead of the rest of the ribbon. He'd left the tails long intentionally, then secured it off all so he could meticulously lace up the needles on either side of the man's spine, drawing them just taut enough to give a pleasant pull.
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