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Late at night; lying in bed with John's head pillowed on his chest; Apollo decides is the best time ever to bring up something he's avoided until now.

"John? Can I ask you something?"
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John stretches lazily and rubs his cheek against Apollo's chest lightly. "Mmmm? Sure."
"What do you prefer when having sex?" He cards his fingers through John's hair. "I'm just curious. I'll tell first if you want...?"
"Wha?" He blinks and looks up, surprised. "Uhm. You might have to? I'm not sure I fully understand what you're asking..."
"Well..." He leans to steal a kiss and then flops back for a lazy stretch. "For example, I love sucking you off. I happen to really enjoy giving blowjobs. And I really, really appreciated the other night when you took me. I enjoy all the sex we have, don't me wrong, but those are two things I enjoy more than others."
John blinks slowly a few times, processing what Apollo's said. Were they really having this conversation? But...

"Aren't those the things that, for the most part, offer me more pleasure than you?"
Apollo shrugs and smiles. "Well, I can't plug into your brain and find out the exact comparitive levels of endorphins but... Personally, I can't think of much that feels better for me. I generally prefer being taken to taking someone.

"And, well, I like giving head. What more can I say?" He pokes John's nose.
John's nose wrinkles reflexively at the poking. He's lost in thought.

"I... haven't ever really thought of it in those terms. I know I like making you happy. I enjoy it more if I know you are." He hums thoughtfully, staring off into space. "I'm not sure if I enjoy being taken by someone more, or if I'm just more used to it. That's just the way it's been, for the most part. I'm rarely the aggressive one in sex. Mostly because..."

He sorts out the best way to explain. "I had sex without feeling for so long, so much of my life. And then all of the sudden, I was doing it again but I was feeling everything. And, it became readily apparent how easily I could be hurt with it. I suppose I'm afraid to push too hard or too far."

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The second buckle gives him less trouble. He's getting the knack for it, now. He's also incredibly excited and any delays in getting to wherever Apollo is going with this is an intolerable thought.

Both wrists firmly cuffed, he resumes stroking Apollo's skin lightly. He'll wait to be told to reveal anything else from the bag.
Well, that was acually the next instruction that was coming. But first, he catches the ring of either wrist and pulls them, drawing John over so he can lean up just a bit and kiss him again. Long, slow, keeping enough pressure on his wrists that John can't draw away.

When he's done, lets go and drops back to the bed.

"I want to see what else in there. Show me.
As if he'd try to pull away.

John moans again, panting softly once Apollo releases the kiss and his wrists. At this rate he might not make it through this while still conscious. Every kiss made him dizzier.

"You know," he spoke up for the first time since he'd admitted to having the collar. His voice was a little raw from the desire that was constricting his throat. "If I you use all of this on me at once, I might not survive the night."

Two lengths of braided leather cord followed that statement. They had fastening rings on either end and were made to go around headboards or under mattresses to fasten the cuffs to.
"Oh, you'll survive. You're going to be in too much ecstasy to die and not ever get a repeat performance."

He examines the cord, tests the strength of them and the metal fastenings. Nice and long, made things easier.

He'd have to move to do what he really ants to, so instead he puts one of the cords to the side with the two other cuffs. The other length is snapped into the ring of the collar and the pulls on it, dragging John back down to him.

He speaks against John's lips. "Now, I'm not going to kiss you this time, since you seem to think it's getting too much for you. Show me the next item."
John shuddered at the tone of voice and pressed himself once, briefly, against Apollo's body before drawing back slowly and watching the leather cord thread through his lover's fingers. He smiled and turned back to the slowly emptying bag. He poked around the rest of the contents as he considered what to show next.

Another hot blush touched his cheeks as he plucked a small item form the bag and placed it carefully on Apollo's stomach. Two small, silver clips connected by a thin, delicate length of chain.
Apollo's keeping a hold of that cord. Mostly by wrapping it twist around his wrist and tucking the end into itself so he doesn't have to worry about it until he wants to pull John down again.

His eyes widen briefly, the facade of the cool, controlled man broken for a second by that look of surprise.

It's gone again moments later and he picks up the chain and drags John back down by the cord. "That- I did not expect. You're just full of lovely surprises, aren't you?"

While he speaking against John's mouth, his other hand has found one clip and careffuly places it. Teases the chain through his fingers to apply just a bit of pressure and pinches the other nipple befor placing the second clip.

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John flicks his tongue against the tips of the fingers as Apollo withdraws them. It takes him a moment to process what his lover is asking and he blinks in confusion. A slow understanding dawns and he blushes furiously again, squirming with an embarrassment that has nothing to do with sitting naked on his lover's chest, dressed in bondage gear.

He hates this part. It's uncomfortable and derailing to have to stop and try to process thoughts he doesn't want to put into words.

"Not good with words," he grins weakly, apologetically, and drops his eyes as he tries to think of an answer that will satisfy his lover but not cost him too much.


((Sorry for the posting confusion. *cry*))
Apollo smiles, busying himself with taking John's wrists and threading the cord through the rings, and the fastening the other end back up onto the collar, forming a loop.

"That's all right. You only need four or five of them. Maybe not even that many." He hooks the chain with his finger again and tugs it gently. "Or do you want me to just tell you what is going to happn to you next?"
Apollo's movements draw John's attention back from his thoughts and he watches as the wrist cuffs are fastened to the collar. The tension that was moving across his shoulder sags into relief when he realizes he isn't going to be forced to talk.

He grunts softly at the tug on the chain and leans into it a little, nodding. "Rather you tell me."
Not this time. He's getting away with it this time.

"Turn around. Knees either side of my chest. Suck me. You don't come before me."

Because Apollo isn't going to play fair with this. Not in the slightest.
Breathing heavily, all he can do is nod in agreement and pull away slowly. He groans, soft and deep as the thin chain pulls tighter in Apollo's grasp with the motion.

He turns as he's instructed and settles again on Apollo's chest, facing the opposite direction. He stretches out against Apollo's body and groans roughly at the feel of his aching length pressed between their bodies. It takes a moment of deep, steadying breaths to keep from disobeying that last order.

When he can move again without risking spontaneous orgasm, he leans down and traces his tongue down the length of the underside of Apollo's erection before he wrapped his lips around the head and slowly drew him in. He was going to do this right...
Apollo tucks one hand behind his head and closes his eyes, focusing on the feel of the leather where it brushes his skin, the wet heat of John's mouth.

Once John starts to get into a rhythm, Apollo's other hand smooths over one thigh and up to John's lower back.

A little while longer and he moves a finger to tease the entrance of John's body.

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Fear was still crackling in the back of John's mind when he drew back slowly and gave Apollo a weak smile. There were, apparently, worse things than being thought foolish when one opened one's mouth. How unfortunate.

And, now, he had no idea what to say and very little faith in words. He lay back down and tentatively pulled his lover down with him.
There's no hesitation, Apollo was already moving to cover John with his body when the tentative tug came. He kisses his lover again, trying to reassure him with action since words don't seem to be doing it.

"Love you. Love you so much."
"Love you," he breathed softly against Apollo's lips. Those words were easy. And true. And unlikely to get him into trouble.

His hands moved lightly over Apollo's skin, wherever he could touch. Still there. Still warm and solid. "Don't... remember what we were talking about...?"
"Mm... normal. And the fact that it's a construction of personal beliefs of societal conformity and thus normal is an abstract that exists only within the mind of the individual and can never be achieved."

Why yes, that was just Apollo speaking. Or maybe he's a pod person.

"But I'd sooner lie here and tell you I love you and there's nothing wrong with you that warrants hating and fearing yourself as much as you do."
"I don't..." hate. Fear? Maybe. Pity? Definitely. "It isn't that bad."

He shifts around slowly, moving out from under Apollo and turning on his side, facing away. Reaches back and pulls Apollo against his back and wraps the warmer body around himself like a blanket. Snuggles back against his lover and sighs softly.

"I do love you."
He says nothing more until John's settled himself comforably. He's very obliging about being a blanket, wrapping himself close and turning up the heat output.

"I know you do. That's not under question. I just wish you could love the man I love." One arm snakes under John's, up his chest, and tugs lightly on the collar. "He's worth it, I promise."

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