“No,” he says, because they both know why Chase wants to be punished, and they both know he doesn’t have terrible taste in restraints at all. House doesn’t need to see proof to know that Chase has better stuff at home somewhere, maybe stored away in an attic.
House is starting the knots before Chase even moves in front of him, making a secure loop for the harness to tie through. He’s working quickly, testing the knot with long, capable fingers as Chase comes to stand in front of him. It’d be easy to reach out and just touch, but that’s not what’s happening yet. He’s not stupid. He doesn’t think this is just about pain and punishment. It’s obvious that Chase wants more from him than that, that he’s wanted to fuck him since they’d met. But this is easier for him. It’s something he can ask for that doesn’t feel like cheating, because in many ways it isn’t, especially if he’s used to frequenting play parties where it’s not uncommon to come and take what you need from someone willing to give it when someone you love is unwilling to even entertain it. If House had to bet, he’d put money on Chase begging for it when he breaks, shaking and desperate and red from the crop and the paddle (and his hands, let’s be honest).
House starts forming the harness, and he’s moving Chase as he needs to in order to do it. He’s bumping his arms as he works the rope around and around, taking him by the elbow to turn him when need be. It’d be easier if his leg wasn’t the way it was, but he’s never had any problem making others pick up his slack. With some of the harness formed, he keeps Chase facing away from him and pulls his arms behind his back, checking as he goes that he’s comfortable. It may be punishment, but he’d like not to actually hurt him, because while he plans to torment everyone with the fact that this happened, he’d like not to need to bring the party to the E.R. Slowly, Chase has to hold his arms in position less and less, and can rely on the tight grip of the ropes as he finishes. There’s a significant amount of this rope left, so he loops it around his midsection and down between his legs like an afterthought, just because he’s got room to, just because he can, until there’s a snug strap three ropes thick between his legs that are held secure in the rope around his middle. Secure, but easy to release if need be.
Like this, he could just push him down over the bed and start, but that’d be too easy. House gives a gentle, almost friendly clap to his ass as he gets up and moves across the room because there’s just so long he can be expected to keep from touching him. When he comes back, it’s with something else he’s pulled from the box, two heavy steel rings. Then he’s sitting down on the bed, taking another length of rope and working to create a strong suspension point that won’t require him to figure out how to reach the ceiling every time he has to anchor a part of Chase to the suspension. Maybe Chase didn’t realize there was any possibility of being suspended, but if he was familiar enough with Shibari to recognize the rope, he’ll know what he’s doing now and look up. And when he does, he’ll see that in the center of his ceiling is a heavy duty hook anchored into a beam in the ceiling.
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House is starting the knots before Chase even moves in front of him, making a secure loop for the harness to tie through. He’s working quickly, testing the knot with long, capable fingers as Chase comes to stand in front of him. It’d be easy to reach out and just touch, but that’s not what’s happening yet. He’s not stupid. He doesn’t think this is just about pain and punishment. It’s obvious that Chase wants more from him than that, that he’s wanted to fuck him since they’d met. But this is easier for him. It’s something he can ask for that doesn’t feel like cheating, because in many ways it isn’t, especially if he’s used to frequenting play parties where it’s not uncommon to come and take what you need from someone willing to give it when someone you love is unwilling to even entertain it. If House had to bet, he’d put money on Chase begging for it when he breaks, shaking and desperate and red from the crop and the paddle (and his hands, let’s be honest).
House starts forming the harness, and he’s moving Chase as he needs to in order to do it. He’s bumping his arms as he works the rope around and around, taking him by the elbow to turn him when need be. It’d be easier if his leg wasn’t the way it was, but he’s never had any problem making others pick up his slack. With some of the harness formed, he keeps Chase facing away from him and pulls his arms behind his back, checking as he goes that he’s comfortable. It may be punishment, but he’d like not to actually hurt him, because while he plans to torment everyone with the fact that this happened, he’d like not to need to bring the party to the E.R. Slowly, Chase has to hold his arms in position less and less, and can rely on the tight grip of the ropes as he finishes. There’s a significant amount of this rope left, so he loops it around his midsection and down between his legs like an afterthought, just because he’s got room to, just because he can, until there’s a snug strap three ropes thick between his legs that are held secure in the rope around his middle. Secure, but easy to release if need be.
Like this, he could just push him down over the bed and start, but that’d be too easy. House gives a gentle, almost friendly clap to his ass as he gets up and moves across the room because there’s just so long he can be expected to keep from touching him. When he comes back, it’s with something else he’s pulled from the box, two heavy steel rings. Then he’s sitting down on the bed, taking another length of rope and working to create a strong suspension point that won’t require him to figure out how to reach the ceiling every time he has to anchor a part of Chase to the suspension. Maybe Chase didn’t realize there was any possibility of being suspended, but if he was familiar enough with Shibari to recognize the rope, he’ll know what he’s doing now and look up. And when he does, he’ll see that in the center of his ceiling is a heavy duty hook anchored into a beam in the ceiling.