(Although, the fact Nemo was sitting on his face not that long ago makes him want to contest his fact)

Further warmth reaches his cheeks as he feels them brush his bottom lip and he turns away despite the blindfold. Nemo chuckles as they lightly grab his jaw and pull him in for a kiss.

They’re ever so gentle as they kiss him, slow and deep and he’s lulled even as they continue to grind against him.

He gasps as Nemo breaks the kiss with a bite and then there’s a gentle shove to his chest, a silent command he obeys instantly. He lays back over the old sheet thrown over the pillows on the bed that have been arranged just so.

“Good boy,” He feels a finger trail over his collarbone, “Comfy?”

“As much as I can be,”

Nemo snorts before they kiss him again.

The ever familiar click of his lighter makes him shiver.

He hisses as a testing drop of wax hits his collarbone. Perfectly painful.

“Good?”

“Good,”

Each perfectly painful drop draws whimpers and moans from him as they work across his chest. And with each perfectly painful drop, the silken softness of the blindfold, the pressure of rope against his wrists, the friction as Nemo continues to grind against him and their soft praise he’s soon lost in sensation. Further stoked by the added element of uncertainty of not knowing where each drop will fall.

“There we go,” Nemo runs a finger through still warm wax and he shudders as they trail it further down his torso.

He writhes as they continue to toy with him as he’s kept in that sweetspot of aroused frustration (And fuck they are good at that). And as much as he’s caught up in the bliss with being at their mercy (And as fun as it is to make Nemo work for that, today he’s been so so eager to be so so good) he craves to bury his hands in their hair, caress their cheeks, toy with their tits, hold onto their hips, be gentle, be rough, anything.

“Fuck!”

He bucks as Nemo toys with a pierced nipple.

“Aww-”

One again despite the blindfold he turns away.

“Nu-uh,” Nemo grabs his jaw, firmer this time as they turn his head back, “No turning shy on me now, I know how much of a needy little slut you are,” They toy with the piercing again and he bites down on his lip, “What did I just say?” Nemo grinds harder against him,

He moans.

“That’s it,” Their grip slackens and once again there’s fingers in his mouth and he whimpers desperately around them.

“More?” Nemo brushes his lip.

He nods.

“Words,”

“I-” He swallows hard, “I… need more,” then manages, “Pease,”

Nemo kisses his forehead, “You’re so fucking cute,”

He whimpers as Nemo shifts off him, caught between relief and frustration.

His cock twitches and Nemo chuckles and he twitches again as they generally poke before they palm him over the fabric of his boxers and he moans before they gently work him out of the fly of his boxers and he sighs with relief.

They let out an appreciative moan as they run their finger along his shaft, he bites down on his lip and whimpers as they toy with the piercing just below the head and lets out a barely audible whimper of “Fuck,” as he feels their thumb run over the slick head of his cock.

“Open up,”

He licks his lips before he does so and tastes himself on their fingers.

“That’s it,” Nemo chuckles as he moans, holding nothing back

He’s drooling when Nemo pulls their fingers back this time

He makes some muffled sound that sounds like agreement before they pull their fingers back and grabs his face, “Needy slut,”

He’s only just caught his breath when Nemo kisses him again. He feels their hands run over his inner thighs and shudders as it’s followed with the blissful bite of their nails.

“Need a moment?”

“Yeah,”

And that’s what he has, eyes shut as he takes a few deep breaths before he manages an, “I’m good,”

He feels Nemo’s hands run over his inner thighs followed by the blissful bite of their nails before the lighter clicks into life again.

A drop of wax hits his thigh, hotter this time and they both moan.

Nemo alternates between his thighs, another element of uncertainty added as some drops are hotter than others. The ache borders on divine as he drifts ever further as nothing exists beyond perfectly pleasurable pain where he would gladly stay forever.

“Nemo,” He whines and bucks as they trail a finger along his shaft.

Nemo kisses him, soft and fleeting. He blinks away tears behind the blindfold as that of all things is what nearly shatters him.

He feels their fingers just brush his skin as they trail along the edge of the blindfold before it’s deftly untied.

He blinks away tears, sniffs.

“Oh,” Nemo lets out a soft, appreciative sigh as they brush away a tear and kiss his heated cheek, and then their voice full of concern, “I’m here, I’m here,”

He manages a breathless, “I’m ok” after a couple of false starts, eyes shut.

He opens his eyes and glances down. Finally sees Nemo’s masterpiece in the medium of red wax upon flesh and even now manages to take a few long moments to admire their handiwork. Whimpers as whimpers as Nemo gently wraps a hand around his cock, “You’ve done so well,”

“I-” His voice wavers (Partly as Nemo is toying with the piercing again before they give a parting stroke) “I’m a good little slut-” “Yes you are,” Nemo tucks a lock of errant black hair behind his ear and he shudders as he feels their fingers just brush the shell for his ear before they nuzzle his cheek and he sighs “And you’re such a good little slut who-” Nemo lightly nips his ear, Can hold on a little longer for me-”

“Ne-”

He’s cut off with a kiss.

“Oh don’t get pouty,” Nemo sighs as they gently squeeze his face, “Even though it’s fucking cute. I’ll still be right here, watching,”

“Fuck-”

“That’s what you want right?” Nemo loosens their grip.

“Yeah,” he manages breathlessly.

“Good boy,” Nemo gives him a parting kiss before they move down the bed. “Maybe this will help,” Nemo shucks their t-shirt (Which like many of them the exact specifics of the original custody agreement are long lost)

And so Nemo watches as he lays there, bound, wax covered with tear dampened cheeks aching as he writhes and whimpers. His climax is wrenched from him after what seems like an eternity but also a mere blink. Equal parts relief and torture, overwhelming but leaves him empty.

He’s vaguely aware of Nemo’s hand on his calf, a tether that keeps him from completely departing this plane of existence. He can just about parse their soft praise over the thrum of his pulse in his ears as he writhes,

Something falls from his lips amongst the moans and whimpers but it’s garbled as he descends into sobs as he finally completely and utterly shatters.

(Just what he wants needs)

He’s mostly been put back together.

(A process involving copious cuddles, gentle kisses and soft words for them both, water (mostly for him) and snacks (for them both), the weirdly fun process of removing the dried wax from his skin, a well earned shower which lead into another orgasm for the pair of them)

He sprawls over the sofa boneless, still aching slightly but it’s dulled by pleasant tiredness. Head in Nemo’s lap and he sighs as they gently rub his back as they both half pay attention to Hellraiser.

Probably a strange source of comfort, but then what else is new? He smiles to himself before he drifts off.

He takes a moment to shuck the trench and it lands with a dull thump on the floor as Nemo sprawls, platform boots (with the obligatory excessive amount of buckles and decorative metal hardware) clad feet over the arm of the sofa.  

He glances towards the boots, a silent ‘want some help?’’ and Nemo slowly shifts position to place their boot clad feet on the floor. 

He kneels. 

Nemo makes a surprised ‘huh’ as he does so and there’s just enough alcohol in his system to stop him thinking too much about the fact he's kneeling.

“I think-” Nemo reaches out to cup his chin (And that’s the death knell of him thinking about anything really) “I think you like being-” They pause, “Like being-” 

“Your knight in shining New Rocks?” He offers up as he idly traces his fingers up the back of their boot.

“Yeah” They tipsily giggle as they press a kiss to his nose before they softly kiss him.

He kisses back and shudders as Nemo catches his lip as he brushes the back of their knee, denim under his fingers. 

Nemo breaks the kiss and he licks his lips and swallows hard before he turns his attention to their boots in all their platformed, excessive buckles and decorative hardware glory. 

Buckles first. 

He manages to deftly loosen each one. Trails his fingers over the front of their boot as he makes his way to their inner leg as he trails his fingers up the zip before he eases it down. 

He gently guides Nemo out of the boot and they wiggle their toes and sigh with relief.

Before he can turn his attention to the other boot Nemo tips up his chin to kiss him again, harder. 

Warmth floods through him leaves him lightheaded in a way that can’t be blamed on the alcohol as he presses his cheek against Nemo’s leg and he swallows hard as Nemo ruffles his hair. 

He turns his attention to the other boot and begins to deftly loosen the buckles but this time he lingers, keeps brushing his fingers against the leather lost in the texture of it and then-

“Gerry?” Nemo’s fingers are in his hair again, “You ok?” “Mhmm,” He sighs as he nuzzles the leather downright divine against his cheek, the warmth within him further stoked as Nemo continues to play with his hair. 

He’s just about regained his composure when he dares to look upward and a soft sigh of “You’re so cute,” makes him bury his face again. 

Eventually, Nemo’s freed. 

And he continues to kneel, flushed and lightheaded in a way that can’t be blamed totally on the alcohol as he now rests his chin on their knee. And although he’s not in much of a state to think about anything right now he does know something about all this feels so incredibly right.

Nemo beckons him with a finger.

He needs no further encouragement as he shifts upward, hands braced either side of their head as he kisses them. Catches their lip as he feels them grab his hips which he takes as a silent more that he’s all too willing to indulge. 

He pants as he watches them, eyes half lidded and pretty sure his hands braced on the back of the sofa are the only thing keeping him somewhat tethered to reality. 

“I-” Nemo leans back against the sofa, “I want to go to bed,” 

There’s no shouting, no tears, no pleas, no slammed doors.

Just a soft ‘No’ that’s somehow forceful enough to stun them into silence.

He shakily lets go of their hand, then reaches out again to cup both of them and finally breaks the eternity of a pause with

“I just-” 

“Know?” Nemo offers up as they reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear.

There’s a quirk of a lip that could be read as a smile before he catches his lip. 

Nemo’s unsure as to how glib his answer will be, and judging from how long it takes him to settle on a nod he was as well. 

He slowly lets go of their hands, Nemo reaches out to cup his face, light stubble under their palms  and he presses his forehead to theirs with another sigh, Nemo’s touch slowly retreats and he reaches out to cup their chin before he kisses them. 

It’s a fleeting thing, a brief brush of lips like the countless See you soons they’ve shared.