[fiction] stuffed eggplant
365 Gay Sharks
Day 193, Word Count: 1077
Theme: July; Celebrate
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Fandom/Pairings: Original; Chris/Taylor
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: aubergines. Suspension for
kink_bingo on the asexual characters achievement for this card.
Summary: Chris grins, "Why? Because I'm going to suspend you five feet above the ground and then put my fist up your ass? Do you want to talk to Avery about it? I've done it with him before."
stuffed eggplant
Taylor glances over at the harness, a little wary. Chris comes up behind him and rests her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist for good measure.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Taylor."
"I'm not scared. It's just a little unnerving."
Chris grins, "Why? Because I'm going to suspend you five feet above the ground and then put my fist up your ass? Do you want to talk to Avery about it? I've done it with him before."
He shakes his head, and Chris presses a kiss to his cheek in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. Really, there's nothing scary about what they're going to do. She's already spelled out the safety rules for Taylor so he should be able to follow them. Taylor is perfectly obedient and pliable once Chris assures him that nothing is going to go wrong. She knows he's just apprehensive about this because, well. Fist up his ass. It's a pretty scary image until you've actually done it, and Chris has done it to other people, but she's never done it with Taylor and she's not sure how this will go because she's not entirely used to Taylor.
He's different from the other people that she's played with. She's used to varying shades of queer, but Taylor is painfully straight, and it's not that he's not respectful of the fact that he's surrounded by queers. It's that Chris has never dated anyone like that. Although, to be fair, Chris hasn't dated many people period.
Shedding his clothes, Taylor stares down the harness. It's a little daunting, Chris knows, so she lets him stare for a little while before she gently guides him toward it.
"It's like a hammock," Chris says gently, "Do you want to just sit in it for a sec?"
Taylor nods, and Chris helps him into the harness. He leans back, getting comfortable, and Taylor gives the harness a slight push. It sways, just a little, and Taylor grips onto the chains tightly. Chris steadies the harness, leaning forward to kiss Taylor.
"It'll sway a little," she says when she pulls away, "so you can't freak out, okay? Tell me your safeword."
"I'll try," he says, and Chris can see his grip on the chain relax, "Caramel macchiato."
"Good."
Chris has been in a harness and she's at ease in them because she thinks of them as small hammocks, but she knows that it's difficult for some people to get used to them so she leaves Taylor there for a moment while she strips off her shirt and slips on a fisting glove. As much as fisting bare-handed is awesome, Chris doesn't really want to deal with the clean-up this time. Grabbing a container of J-Lube, Chris sets it on the stool next to the harness. Taylor looks at it and Chris shrugs.
"I worked on a farm for a couple summers. I stuck my hand up a lot of weird animal orifices and I used a lot of J-Lube."
Taylor makes a face, "I don't know if I want your hand up my ass anymore."
"Relax. I'm wearing a glove," Chris wiggles her fingers, "see?"
With an overly dramatic sigh, Taylor relaxes into the harness and Chris starts working her way into his body. She goes slow, exactly like Avery taught her, and tries to keep from rocking Taylor too much. There's a tiny hitch in his breath, and Chris pauses.
"I'm fine," Taylor says, "It's just weird to be floating off the ground."
"You get used to it," Chris smiles and adds a third finger, "or so Avery tells me. Personally I sometimes take naps in the slings when Avery is doing work so it's never been an issue for me."
Taylor frowns, "Isn't that dangerous?"
"Not much more dangerous," Chris pauses to add more lube, "than sleeping in a hammock."
The answer seems to pacify Taylor, and Chris works him open a little more until she can add the fourth finger. Her hands are small, and Aidan's been recommending her to the people who want to try fisting so she knows that this is the part where people tend to freak out. Taylor seems to be pretty relaxed and Chris thinks that he'll be okay.
She can't be sure, though, and the moment of truth is when she tucks her thumb into her palm and works her hand into Taylor slowly. His body fights it, but Taylor just tells him breathe breathe and he relaxes enough that she can get in there and the whoosh! Taylor's swaying in the harness, and Chris' hand is inside him.
Chris waits a moment before saying: "Color."
Taylor breathes in, then out. "Yellow. It's. Stay still for a minute, yeah?"
"I'm not going anywhere," Chris wraps the fingers of her other hand around one of the harness chains, "We can stay like this for as long as you want."
The moment stretches out, Taylor just breathing and Chris waiting. Finally, Taylor's eyes flutter shut and he says green so Chris slowly curls her fingers into a fist. She deliberately brushes over his prostrate when she does so, and Taylor makes a strangled noise while the harness rocks ever so slightly. His knuckles are white where he's gripping the chain, but Chris knows that it's not from fear this time, it's from intensity.
She twists her hand a little, seeing what Taylor can take, and time stretches out into impossibly long seconds until Chris thinks she's pushed Taylor to his limit and slowly uncurls her fingers. Taylor whimpers at it, and Chris quiet him.
"It's okay," she says, "I'm just going to pull my hand out. You did good, Taylor."
It's a slow process, but Chris' hand is eventually free and she helps Taylor out of the harness as soon as she's shed the glove. He wobbles, just a little, and Chris presses a kiss to his forehead. She settles him onto the chair and pours him some water..
"You were awesome, Taylor. Drink this."
Holding the paper Dixie cup to his lips, Chris watches as Taylor drinks. When he's finished the water, Chris pours him some more and presses two aspirin into his hand, curling his other hand around the cup of water. Taylor takes the pills, and Chris presses another kiss to his forehead.
"Rest for another minute and then we'll go clean up. Okay?"
Taylor nods, "Okay."
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Day 193, Word Count: 1077
Theme: July; Celebrate
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Original; Chris/Taylor
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: aubergines. Suspension for
kink_bingo on the asexual characters achievement for this card.
Summary: Chris grins, "Why? Because I'm going to suspend you five feet above the ground and then put my fist up your ass? Do you want to talk to Avery about it? I've done it with him before."
stuffed eggplant
Taylor glances over at the harness, a little wary. Chris comes up behind him and rests her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist for good measure.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Taylor."
"I'm not scared. It's just a little unnerving."
Chris grins, "Why? Because I'm going to suspend you five feet above the ground and then put my fist up your ass? Do you want to talk to Avery about it? I've done it with him before."
He shakes his head, and Chris presses a kiss to his cheek in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture. Really, there's nothing scary about what they're going to do. She's already spelled out the safety rules for Taylor so he should be able to follow them. Taylor is perfectly obedient and pliable once Chris assures him that nothing is going to go wrong. She knows he's just apprehensive about this because, well. Fist up his ass. It's a pretty scary image until you've actually done it, and Chris has done it to other people, but she's never done it with Taylor and she's not sure how this will go because she's not entirely used to Taylor.
He's different from the other people that she's played with. She's used to varying shades of queer, but Taylor is painfully straight, and it's not that he's not respectful of the fact that he's surrounded by queers. It's that Chris has never dated anyone like that. Although, to be fair, Chris hasn't dated many people period.
Shedding his clothes, Taylor stares down the harness. It's a little daunting, Chris knows, so she lets him stare for a little while before she gently guides him toward it.
"It's like a hammock," Chris says gently, "Do you want to just sit in it for a sec?"
Taylor nods, and Chris helps him into the harness. He leans back, getting comfortable, and Taylor gives the harness a slight push. It sways, just a little, and Taylor grips onto the chains tightly. Chris steadies the harness, leaning forward to kiss Taylor.
"It'll sway a little," she says when she pulls away, "so you can't freak out, okay? Tell me your safeword."
"I'll try," he says, and Chris can see his grip on the chain relax, "Caramel macchiato."
"Good."
Chris has been in a harness and she's at ease in them because she thinks of them as small hammocks, but she knows that it's difficult for some people to get used to them so she leaves Taylor there for a moment while she strips off her shirt and slips on a fisting glove. As much as fisting bare-handed is awesome, Chris doesn't really want to deal with the clean-up this time. Grabbing a container of J-Lube, Chris sets it on the stool next to the harness. Taylor looks at it and Chris shrugs.
"I worked on a farm for a couple summers. I stuck my hand up a lot of weird animal orifices and I used a lot of J-Lube."
Taylor makes a face, "I don't know if I want your hand up my ass anymore."
"Relax. I'm wearing a glove," Chris wiggles her fingers, "see?"
With an overly dramatic sigh, Taylor relaxes into the harness and Chris starts working her way into his body. She goes slow, exactly like Avery taught her, and tries to keep from rocking Taylor too much. There's a tiny hitch in his breath, and Chris pauses.
"I'm fine," Taylor says, "It's just weird to be floating off the ground."
"You get used to it," Chris smiles and adds a third finger, "or so Avery tells me. Personally I sometimes take naps in the slings when Avery is doing work so it's never been an issue for me."
Taylor frowns, "Isn't that dangerous?"
"Not much more dangerous," Chris pauses to add more lube, "than sleeping in a hammock."
The answer seems to pacify Taylor, and Chris works him open a little more until she can add the fourth finger. Her hands are small, and Aidan's been recommending her to the people who want to try fisting so she knows that this is the part where people tend to freak out. Taylor seems to be pretty relaxed and Chris thinks that he'll be okay.
She can't be sure, though, and the moment of truth is when she tucks her thumb into her palm and works her hand into Taylor slowly. His body fights it, but Taylor just tells him breathe breathe and he relaxes enough that she can get in there and the whoosh! Taylor's swaying in the harness, and Chris' hand is inside him.
Chris waits a moment before saying: "Color."
Taylor breathes in, then out. "Yellow. It's. Stay still for a minute, yeah?"
"I'm not going anywhere," Chris wraps the fingers of her other hand around one of the harness chains, "We can stay like this for as long as you want."
The moment stretches out, Taylor just breathing and Chris waiting. Finally, Taylor's eyes flutter shut and he says green so Chris slowly curls her fingers into a fist. She deliberately brushes over his prostrate when she does so, and Taylor makes a strangled noise while the harness rocks ever so slightly. His knuckles are white where he's gripping the chain, but Chris knows that it's not from fear this time, it's from intensity.
She twists her hand a little, seeing what Taylor can take, and time stretches out into impossibly long seconds until Chris thinks she's pushed Taylor to his limit and slowly uncurls her fingers. Taylor whimpers at it, and Chris quiet him.
"It's okay," she says, "I'm just going to pull my hand out. You did good, Taylor."
It's a slow process, but Chris' hand is eventually free and she helps Taylor out of the harness as soon as she's shed the glove. He wobbles, just a little, and Chris presses a kiss to his forehead. She settles him onto the chair and pours him some water..
"You were awesome, Taylor. Drink this."
Holding the paper Dixie cup to his lips, Chris watches as Taylor drinks. When he's finished the water, Chris pours him some more and presses two aspirin into his hand, curling his other hand around the cup of water. Taylor takes the pills, and Chris presses another kiss to his forehead.
"Rest for another minute and then we'll go clean up. Okay?"
Taylor nods, "Okay."
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