#jinacha

Warnings: magic-fingers cold play, nipple play, alcohol, hint o’ bush, Sacha’s very prominent and shiny codpiece 😆

His arms were bound simply behind his back with matching leather cuffs; this had the dual purpose of making sure Alexander kept his hands to himself while Jinana put their hypotheses into practice, and pulling his shoulders back just enough that his chest was pushed out. 

“Those are new,” Jinana remarked, when s/he took in the piercings Alexander had put in his nipples. The usual plain gold bar had been replaced by silver rings with a short chain hanging off them, rounded off with a half moon charm that had a small hinge on it.

Alexander nodded, letting the corner of his mouth twist into a wry grin,

“The half moons are more than decorative,”

“I see,” Jinana replied, pleased, “I’m sure I’ll make good use of them, then.”

S/he flicked hir eyes to the small array of instruments and toys laid out on the table beside them. He wondered if they’d even get around to using them, if he’d need even more stimulation. Part of the beauty of the experiment, he supposed. The excitement of the mere concept made a pleasant rush buzz through him.

 Jinana reached out and ran hir thumb over Alexander’s bottom lip, and Alexander’s eyes lidded slightly, breath catching in anticipation as he met hir gaze,

“Your eyes stay on me,” s/he said, quietly but firmly, and then s/he began.

With one hand s/he travelled across the expanse of skin before hir, fingers carding through the fine red hair. S/he felt rather than heard the soft puff of air as Alexander sighed at the touch, his eyelids flickering ever so slightly. A good start, a promising one, but no results as of yet. A stroke of fingers around the stars of the Aquarius over his heart, circling the neat lines that connected the small white diamonds of stars together, then down to just brush over Alexander’s left nipple and the chain that hung from it. 

The touch, light as it was, sent a tingle down Alexander’s spine. Jinana circled the rosy skin as it peaked beneath hir fingertips, and this rendered a small sound from the back of Alexander’s throat. A light, almost delicate flush began to spot his cheekbones, and though his eyelids fluttered and grew heavy, they stayed trained on Jinana even as s/he took in every detail of his body as it shifted under hir ministrations. Experimentally, s/he closed hir thumb and forefinger around the peaked bud and pinched, not too firmly yet, just enough for Alexander to feel the light pressure. The result was instantaneous: Alexander keened into the touch and his cock jumped. Jinana smiled,

“Well, Laal, it seems that our hypothesis shows promise after all.”

“A strong start to the proceedings,” Alexander replied, voice slightly tight where his breathing was becoming laboured, “though at the moment results would be inconclusive.”

Jinana pinched again, harder this time, and Alexander let out a small yelp followed by a longer moan when s/he began to roll hir fingers slowly, deliciously agonisingly slowly. The rosy spots on his cheeks blossomed out across his face and licked down his neck under the deep blue fabric of his shirt, emerging to creep across his chest. He felt heat wash over his skin, beating across him with every thump of his slowly accelerating pulse, and pooling and tightening in his core. 

He saw Jinana’s gaze fix on the pulse point in his neck and s/he leaned down to suck at it, tasting the thrum of his heartbeat under hir tongue, but as soon as Alexander let his eyes roll back into his head and savour the feeling, s/he leant back again. After all, that was not part of their experiment as it was, but instead posed a query for the future: if this proved to be a success, then what else could Jinana test on him? 

And judging by the way Alexander’s cock was already more than half-hard before Jinana had even given the rest of his chest much attention, this experiment was certainly on track to success, though neither Jinana nor Alexander were keen to reach any firm conclusions just yet. As it happened, the pair of them when discussing the experiment decided unanimously to draw out the process as long as possible, and by now Jinana had come to know what on Alexander’s body would cause catalysis and so s/he knew how best to control the rate of reaction.

Jinana continued to roll the nipple between hir fingers, varying the pressure as s/he did. Alexander’s eyelids fluttered blissfully, though as soon as they closed Jinana released him entirely and stepped back. Alexander, batting his eyes open wide, made a soft noise of protest at the loss of contact. Jinana raised an eyebrow,

“Now, now. I did say to keep your eyes on me, did I not?”

“You did,” Alexander’s voice was rasping at the edges, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jinana hummed, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of Alexander’s hair back behind his ear,

“And I know you can be. You want to continue?”

A wordless affirmation, and Alexander shifted his position a little to make sure Jinana still had both a good view and enough room to work. 

Jinana bent and kissed the hot skin of Alexander’s forehead before sliding hir hand down and across his chest once more. Alexander’s eyes, the pupils blown with desire, traced hir every move. An experimental gentle flick here, a more forceful raking of nails there, and Alexander was squirming and writhing under hir touch as every bit of contact sent electric tingles straight to his spine. This juxtaposed quite wonderfully with the ache in his now stiff cock, and while he wasn’t quite pushed to his peak yet (Jinana seemed to be meticulously making sure of that), release was visible yet hanging tantalisingly out of reach. 

Really, he thought, they could probably call the experiment a success already. Their theory, that Jinana would be able to get Alexander off and make him come just by touching his chest, was as good as proven at this point.Jinana almost certainly thought the same, but that by no means meant stopping. Not when Alexander felt pleasure pulsing through him, and Jinana took in every detail of his face, his trembling body with an approving, satisfied smile. S/he praised him each time a moan or hiss escaped his lips, and reprimanded whenever his eyes strayed from what s/he was doing. Some of the toys were trialled; a dainty feather proved to be ticklish rather than titillating, some spare ice that they’d collected for aftercare made Alexander shiver pleasantly. 

Jinana let hir fingers play with one of the soft chains and pendant dangling from Alexander’s piercing, humming in thought,

“These half moons, you said they’re more than decorative?”

“Aye,” the monosyllable was just about all Alexander could manage, “I see,” Jinana replied, toying with the silver pendant, “how do they work?”

S/he twisted the chain slightly, and a garbled moan tumbled from Alexander’s lips before he could any coherent words out,

“The catch at the back… they open.”

Jinana made a noise of pleasant surprise, and deftly flicked the tiny catch open. The half moon opened out into a perfect circle, with the catch twisting into what looked like it could be a tightening mechanism,

“Now, that’s quite clever,” Jinana said, raising hir eyebrows,

Alexander, flustered as he was, managed a small grin,

“One of my better designs, I think.”

“Let’s put them to the test, then.”

They fit perfectly around the piercings, and Alexander keened into Jinana’s fingers as s/he slipped the rings onto each nipple and began to experiment with the tightening key. A string of curses slipped from his lips in succession, dissolving into a moan. 

“You do make the loveliest sounds, Laal,” s/he remarked softly. S/he was so close to him now that the utterance was a scattered breath against skin as red as his hair, as red as the ruby that s/he’d named him after, and he shuddered. Another tweak, and another sound was drawn from Alexander’s mouth. Almost as a reward, Jinana pressed hir lips to one of his pectorals in a languid kiss, but then nipped sharply with hir teeth and sucked. S/he repeated this again, and again, and again, leaving three darkening pink rosettes scattered across his chest. Alexander felt his head almost begin to spin. 

Jiana occupied hirself with the twisting and tightening mechanism for a while; s/he alternated hands, tweaking with one on one side, and stroking feather-light circles around the pinched skin on the other side with hir other hand. S/he had found an effective balance, easing off when the pressure became too much, and soothing while still being sure that hir touch was working Alexander into a frenzy. His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, keeping himself focused became more difficult by the second. It took all the resolve and determination he could still muster to concentrate, even as he felt like his skin was set alight and he wanted nothing more to close his eyes and let the flame wash over him. (Luckily, he noted in he small part of his brain capable of logic, there were no lit candles in the room at present, lest his control slip and an unexpected bolt of magic would result in some singed wallpaper.)

But concentrate he did, breathing deeply and heavily, his pulse thudding under Jinana’s fingertips. He was certain s/he could feel it, could see how good he was being, and the little noises of approval s/he was making in the back of hir throat confirmed it. 

Another kiss, another bite, another reddening rose of teeth marks and flushed skin. Alexander swore, shuddering from head to toe. He was just now becoming aware of a twinge in his knees and legs from his position, and in his shoulders where his bound arms held them back. The taut muscles shook slightly. Jinana paused ever so briefly, “Do you want to stop?”

Alexander shook his head,

“Keep going. Please, keep going.”

He offered her as wry a smile as he could, which s/he returned,

“Ever a diligent scientist, Alexander. Determined to see this experiment through to the end?”

“Aye,” he breathed, “I -ah, fuck,- I believe we may… may be close to a breakthrough now.”

Alexander almost felt Jinana’s eyes trace down his body to his straining prick, and s/he hummed in agreement. Alexander half hoped s/he’d take pity on him, but that wasn’t a factor in their experiment and Jinana was right, he was determined to see this through. It wasn’t such a matter of ‘if’ anymore, definitely a matter of ‘when’, but the ‘when’ in question seemed both far away and blisteringly close. 

Jinana loosened the half moon clamps, letting them fall back to dangling. S/he kissed around the sensitive skin, laying hir palm flat over the aquarius tattoo. Hir eyes slid briefly over to the table, gauging whether to try another toy, but ultimately decided against it. Alexander was glad for it, the frisson of skin on skin, lips and teeth and tongue, was by far the best. 

His breaths were rendered shallow now, and ragged. His pulse thundered in his ears, and an incoherent sound passed his lips.

“There, Laal,” he heard Jinana almost whisper, hir breath cool, “come for me. There’s a good boy.”

Barely four gasps of air, and he was pushed blissfully over the edge. That pleasant tingle of fire finally engulfed him, his head fell back onto his shoulders, a groan of something that may have been words, may have been a curse, may have been Jinana’s name, or may just have been an expression of pure delight spilled from his throat. 

It took a second for him to come back to himself and try to wrangle his breathing back under control, Jinana was also breathing heavily but smiled, pleased. The haze of orgasm gone, he could feel the soreness in his joints, on his nipples from the clamps, and where the skin had been scratched. The satin of his shirt was clinging to him and darkened with sweat, and would certainly have to be cleaned thoroughly. Nevertheless, boneless and sated, he sagged contentedly back onto his heels. Jinana waved hir finger and the leather cuffs sprang open, freeing his wrists. He lumbered to his feet, flexing his wrists and rolling his shoulders. Jinana reached up and undid the button at his throat, and peeled the shirt off of him.

They sat down on the plush settee that had been pushed against the wall, Jinana applying ice and a salve, and they finally relaxed into the soft cushions (and into each other). There were several minutes of comfortable silence while they cleaned each other up, caught their breath, and tended to the reddened, tender skin on Alexander’s chest. Then,

“Results conclusive?” asked Alexander,

Jinana laughed, “Exceedingly. Although, I’ll admit to this one fault in our proceedings.”

“Oh?”

“Meticulous as we were with method, I notice neither of us were keeping time.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows in mock shock, “Ah, a fault indeed. Well, this can only mean one thing. For the sake of validity of results, I’d suggest a repeat in the future. What say you?”

Sunlight renders are so hard, y’all. orz

Alexander kneels before hir on the bed, as is only correct. He is bound in the cords his own magic has caused to knot about his upper body, restraining him quite effectively. It is a fascinating display; Jinana circles slowly, slipping hir fingers under the knots here and there, testing.

“Very good,” s/he purrs, admiring. “I’m not sure I could have done better myself.”

Though his face is as set in its angles as ever, the praise causes Alexander’s flush to visibly deepen under his pale skin. His eyes, somewhat dilated, follow hir as best they can.

(Surely this must dissolve the tension between them. Brought into the open, these things lose their power, become ordinary. A friendship can survive a detour into the physical; it is the tension unrelieved that is a threat.)

He is forbidden to touch hir of his own - not that he can, with his arms bound behind his back. S/he corrects his posture with light touches of hir fingertips. “Chin lifted, back arched, chest out - that’s what I want to see. Lovely.” S/he graces him with a smile, then gently combs back his quantity of scarlet hair with hir fingers, letting it flow over one shoulder. S/he presses a brief kiss to the other, ending with a playful bite, measuring his reaction. He sucks in his breath a little, his back briefly stiffening.

“I think I will call you Laal,” s/he murmurs into his ear, “for your hair. It means the color of a ruby.” It also sounds like a term of endearment for little ones, and this duality pleases hir.

There really is something special about the first time with a new partner; even if one otherwise knows them well, the context is novel. There is a sense of discovery, the sheer pleasure of exploration. He has presented himself to hir like an offering, tied up with a bow; what might s/he not do? 

Very little, it turns out. This is by his own choice, given by his own word.

The tattoo that sprawls across his back is new to hir, partially obscured by the cords; s/he makes a mental note of a configuration that might frame it aesthetically for hir view, or that of others. “Now, Laal… how shall I mark you? You like to wear your shirts open, but I wonder - will you conceal these marks, or show them?” Jinana laughs lightly, reaching around and under his chin to tip his head back.

S/he brushes hir lips over the side of his throat, feeling the strength and speed of the pulse beneath the skin. His body tenses briefly against hirs as s/he delivers another sharp little bite, his ribcage expanding with his intake of breath. Jinana creates a leisurely trail of these kisses and bites, bringing hir hands down over his shoulders, his back, and around his sides. S/he absorbs hirself in the sensation of his skin, the fluid architecture of the muscles beneath. Alighting upon his chest, hir hands learn the texture of the hairs that grow there, feel the slightly-raised lines of the constellation tattooed over his breast.

Hir nails drag lightly over that skin, down his flinching belly and over his narrow hips. They travel down his upper thighs, the muscles there quivering ever so slightly. S/he skims back up his inner thighs, near to where his cock is steadily rising - but not touching him there, not yet. Goosebumps arise in the wake of hir touch, the fine red hairs of his thighs standing up.

Moving back up his body with hir hennaed fingertips, s/he encounters the little twin hardnesses of his nipples, and the golden jewelry that pierces them. Jinana knows that they will be exquisitely sensitive, and so it is with a delicate touch that s/he begins to toy with them.

Alexander whispers something under his breath, in a language s/he does not know. The tension of his body is hir guide, his breathing, the sounds he begins to make as s/he increases the sensation. (Idly, s/he wonders if s/he could make him climax through this alone… another time, maybe.) S/he takes hir time with it, until his back is arching against his bonds, his hips moving of their own accord. Only then does s/he comes round to face him again.

Hir role well established, there is now no hesitancy at all, no embarrassment. It is only natural for him to be bound before hir, entirely nude but for the cords, roused to full.

“Now,” s/he says, “let’s add a little something, shall we?” S/he takes up another length of cord, wrapping and knotting it deftly from the base of his shaft to just below the head, where another ring of gleaming golden jewelry crowns him. This bondage is more decorative than anything else, only somewhat restricting. Still, it does add its own sensation, and by the time s/he completes it, he is trembling, just a little.

S/he smiles, rising up to hir knees so that s/he can tip his chin with hir fingers, bestowing another languorous kiss. His mouth moves under hirs with a sort of muffled desperation, the only way he can touch hir. Jinana reaches down to tug lightly at the cording around his cock, and he moans against hir lips.

This is what s/he truly enjoys - the dance of perception and control, punctuated with sharp bites and bruising kisses along his throat, his collarbone, his chest. It will be rather daring of him to wear his shirts open for a few days after this.

S/he must be conservative with how far s/he pushes him, how close to the edge; s/he does not know his body well enough to take him to the very precipice without letting him fall over it. (Not yet.) Still, some tells are universal - the flush spreading over his chest and neck, the harshness of his breathing, the way he squirms in his bonds. Hir attentions wander elsewhere on his body each time the wave threatens to crest, drawing back to lightly dragging hir nails over his skin, soothing with kisses.

And then it begins anew, the building of tension to a fever pitch. S/he can’t understand half of what he says now, but it hardly matters; it is merely an outlet. His body itself tells hir what s/he needs to know.

S/he tangles one of hir hands into the thickness of his hair, bending to tease at his pink nipples with the tip of hir tongue. “Come for me,” s/he says, against his sweat-damp skin, then redoubles what s/he is doing, moving hir other hand more quickly .

Amidst the incoherent sounds and unknown words, there is a perfectly clear “Ahhhhhhhhh fuck” as Alexander’s hips begin to buck, shudders wracking his frame as the orgasm finally takes him. Jinana attends him throughout, gentle tweaks of the bonds around his cock and flicks of the very tip of hir tongue to his nipples wringing every last shiver of pleasure from him, until he ceases to groan and to strain against the cording.

Jinana kisses hir way back to his lips as he begins to calm, murmuring soothing words. A magically-charged snap of hir fingers loosens the cords, falling around him. Hir summoned helping hand takes them away, and s/he eases him down to the bed to recover, stretching out his long limbs, massaging them gently. There are a few reddened marks where he strained especially hard against the cording, but nothing that won’t clear overnight.

The other marks will, of course, take more time.

“What about you?” Alexander asks, when he is capable of speech. His brows draw together as he looks up at hir, heavy-lidded in a post-orgasmic haze.

Jinana smiles, pushing a strand of hair from his face. “Don’t concern yourself. Trust me, I am satisfied.” S/he is, in fact, still entirely clothed. But the first time - even the first several times - s/he is unconcerned with hir own physical pleasure.