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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."

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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."

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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.

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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...?"

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