Deeper [2/?]
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October 20 2009, 22:32:42 UTC
Arthur rubs the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes. “Yes, Alfred, because doctors are actually malevolent pythons with hypnotic powers waiting to prey upon young children for dinner.”
He expects Alfred to snipe something back at him, but when he opens his eyes, Alfred is looking away, picking at a loose thread on Arthur’s blanket with his fingertips. There’s a tight, uncomfortable look on that face, and Arthur almost calls the whole thing off. One more try, he persuades himself, lifting Alfred’s face to look him in the eye.
“Alfred,” he says, “hypnosis doesn’t work like that. You’re aware the entire time. Hyper-aware, even. I wouldn’t be able to force you to do anything you don’t want to, and you have to want to be hypnotized for it to work.”
“How do you know?” Alfred mumbles, starting to pull the thread taut.
“Because I’ve done research, Alfred.” Arthur’s hand closes over Alfred’s before he destroys his nice comforter. “I’ve taken classes on it in my spare time, and I’ve done it before. I’ve been under before. Trust me, Alfred, it’s not what you think.”
Alfred crooks an eyebrow. “You’ve done this before?”
“I have to do something in my free time.” Arthur leaves out the fact that these lessons and practices were with friends of the winged, Other-World variety. “I like learning new things.”
“I never would have guessed,” Alfred chuckles, but it’s nervous, the joke flat and forced. Arthur frowns, pushing himself up so that he’s suspended above Alfred.
“Alfred,” he says, “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t wish to do. If you want to top, then you can top - I don’t have a problem with bottoming for you. But this is causing you distress, and I don’t like that. I want to help.”
Alfred licks his lips and looks into Arthur’s eyes. “Will you - can I just have some time to think about it? Please?” he asks,
Arthur smiles, leaning down and holding Alfred’s tongue in the lightest grip his teeth can hold. When Alfred slips from it, he whispers against those kiss-swollen lips, “If that’s what you need.” ___
True to his word, Arthur doesn’t complain once the next day as he rifles through his paperwork, reading and signing things. Other times, he might snap at Alfred for being so loud with his fingers on the computer.
Not today, though. Today is for Alfred to do what he needs to do, and decide what he wants. So he focuses on his work and tunes out the sounds of Alfred’s curiosity and research as best he can.
As best he can being the key words there, which is why Alfred doesn’t have to clear his throat or say Arthur’s name when he finally stands and makes his way over to the desk. “Yes, Alfred? Can I help you?”
“I…” Alfred lets the word fall from his lips, but the rest seems to get trapped, half-formed, on his tongue; Arthur watches it push at his cheeks before he begins again. “I’ll have control the entire time, right? You - you won’t make me do something I don’t want to, and you won’t be able to do anything to me after I get brought out of the trance.”
“That’s right.”
Alfred stares at Arthur, frowning, and Arthur shifts in his chair. “…What?”
“I’m trying to imagine you dangling a stopwatch in front of my face.”
And Arthur laughs a little, quiet and amused. It’s not that he wants to make Alfred mad; it’s just such an Alfred thing to say that Arthur just has to stand, walk to Alfred’s side, and kiss him, arms winding their way around his neck.
“No stopwatches,” Arthur murmurs between their staccato kisses. “No swirly eyes.” He trails his kisses over to Alfred’s ear. “I prefer my hypnosis to be a bit more sophisticated.”
He pushes his tongue into the purr of the last word, lets it flow out and tease the rim of Alfred’s ear. Alfred swears once, just a breath, and swallows. “All - all right,” he says. “I’ll trust you, Arthur.”
Arthur mouths his “thank you” against Alfred’s ear and leans back, eyes half-lidded and smile sultry. “Would you like to do this before or after dinner?”
Alfred’s eyes squeeze shut, and he trembles a little. “As - as soon as possible,” he says. “Before I - before I lose my nerve.”
He expects Alfred to snipe something back at him, but when he opens his eyes, Alfred is looking away, picking at a loose thread on Arthur’s blanket with his fingertips. There’s a tight, uncomfortable look on that face, and Arthur almost calls the whole thing off. One more try, he persuades himself, lifting Alfred’s face to look him in the eye.
“Alfred,” he says, “hypnosis doesn’t work like that. You’re aware the entire time. Hyper-aware, even. I wouldn’t be able to force you to do anything you don’t want to, and you have to want to be hypnotized for it to work.”
“How do you know?” Alfred mumbles, starting to pull the thread taut.
“Because I’ve done research, Alfred.” Arthur’s hand closes over Alfred’s before he destroys his nice comforter. “I’ve taken classes on it in my spare time, and I’ve done it before. I’ve been under before. Trust me, Alfred, it’s not what you think.”
Alfred crooks an eyebrow. “You’ve done this before?”
“I have to do something in my free time.” Arthur leaves out the fact that these lessons and practices were with friends of the winged, Other-World variety. “I like learning new things.”
“I never would have guessed,” Alfred chuckles, but it’s nervous, the joke flat and forced. Arthur frowns, pushing himself up so that he’s suspended above Alfred.
“Alfred,” he says, “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t wish to do. If you want to top, then you can top - I don’t have a problem with bottoming for you. But this is causing you distress, and I don’t like that. I want to help.”
Alfred licks his lips and looks into Arthur’s eyes. “Will you - can I just have some time to think about it? Please?” he asks,
Arthur smiles, leaning down and holding Alfred’s tongue in the lightest grip his teeth can hold. When Alfred slips from it, he whispers against those kiss-swollen lips, “If that’s what you need.”
___
True to his word, Arthur doesn’t complain once the next day as he rifles through his paperwork, reading and signing things. Other times, he might snap at Alfred for being so loud with his fingers on the computer.
Not today, though. Today is for Alfred to do what he needs to do, and decide what he wants. So he focuses on his work and tunes out the sounds of Alfred’s curiosity and research as best he can.
As best he can being the key words there, which is why Alfred doesn’t have to clear his throat or say Arthur’s name when he finally stands and makes his way over to the desk. “Yes, Alfred? Can I help you?”
“I…” Alfred lets the word fall from his lips, but the rest seems to get trapped, half-formed, on his tongue; Arthur watches it push at his cheeks before he begins again. “I’ll have control the entire time, right? You - you won’t make me do something I don’t want to, and you won’t be able to do anything to me after I get brought out of the trance.”
“That’s right.”
Alfred stares at Arthur, frowning, and Arthur shifts in his chair. “…What?”
“I’m trying to imagine you dangling a stopwatch in front of my face.”
And Arthur laughs a little, quiet and amused. It’s not that he wants to make Alfred mad; it’s just such an Alfred thing to say that Arthur just has to stand, walk to Alfred’s side, and kiss him, arms winding their way around his neck.
“No stopwatches,” Arthur murmurs between their staccato kisses. “No swirly eyes.” He trails his kisses over to Alfred’s ear. “I prefer my hypnosis to be a bit more sophisticated.”
He pushes his tongue into the purr of the last word, lets it flow out and tease the rim of Alfred’s ear. Alfred swears once, just a breath, and swallows. “All - all right,” he says. “I’ll trust you, Arthur.”
Arthur mouths his “thank you” against Alfred’s ear and leans back, eyes half-lidded and smile sultry. “Would you like to do this before or after dinner?”
Alfred’s eyes squeeze shut, and he trembles a little. “As - as soon as possible,” he says. “Before I - before I lose my nerve.”
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