House watches as he finishes the suspension knot. He sees the moment that Chase sees the hook. He’s surprised, but it’s not too much. There’s not even a flicker of an expression on his face to indicate that this was more than he was okay with. Good. Because he doesn’t want to start outside of his comfort zone, he wants to start inside and push through it. It doesn’t escape him, the way Chase changes with this, the way that he reacts beneath his touch, beneath the drag of the ropes as he tightens the knots. He’s so much less guarded, like the hard walls he’s built all fall away with every passing moment. He’s finishing up the suspension knot, testing the strength of it, and he’s momentarily a little lost watching Chase standing there, half bound in front of him, looking down at the floor.
He stands, takes his cane, and moves around Chase until he’s directly beneath the hook and he loops the metal ring on the derby handle of his cane and stretches it up above his head and lets it catch. Then he takes the handle in hand again, leans as he pulls down hard on the dangling ring to test that it’s solid enough to bear Chase’s weight. When it’s clear that it is, he reaches for Chase, fingers brushing along a patch of bare skin framed in black jute, and he catches hold of the harness and gently tugs. Not forcing him to move, not dragging him, but just urging him to back up wordlessly. He starts tying the harness to the ring. There’s a little slack, enough that when he’s finally completely bound with legs up, he’ll be at about the height of being bent at the waist, just suspended in midair.
“One leg at a time,” House says as he starts looping a new length of rope around one of Chase’s thighs, and once he’s got enough, he rests a hand on his shoulder to help him balance and nods, “Lift your leg.”
When he does, House works it up to that ring, securing it up snug so that it’ll help support his weight when he goes to bind that last leg. He’s so close behind Chase that he can feel the brush of cotton of his t-shirt, the rough denim of his jeans against his skin, and House’s hands are strong and sure, gentle even as he ties him up tight. When he’s up and secure, he starts the loops of rope around the remaining thigh, getting the sling ready to attach up along with the first leg. When he finally urges him to lift that last leg up, he knows it’s a tough moment, a moment of trusting the strength of the knots and the placement of rope, and he’s careful, moves quickly and steadily as he secures him. A few more looping passes of rope between the suspension point and around both thighs ensure he’s comfortable and supported, able to sink down into it and strain against it with equal ease. There’s not much left to finish up, just his feet, and he starts, taking one ankle in his hand and working the rope to tether it up close to his thigh, and the other follows shortly.
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He stands, takes his cane, and moves around Chase until he’s directly beneath the hook and he loops the metal ring on the derby handle of his cane and stretches it up above his head and lets it catch. Then he takes the handle in hand again, leans as he pulls down hard on the dangling ring to test that it’s solid enough to bear Chase’s weight. When it’s clear that it is, he reaches for Chase, fingers brushing along a patch of bare skin framed in black jute, and he catches hold of the harness and gently tugs. Not forcing him to move, not dragging him, but just urging him to back up wordlessly. He starts tying the harness to the ring. There’s a little slack, enough that when he’s finally completely bound with legs up, he’ll be at about the height of being bent at the waist, just suspended in midair.
“One leg at a time,” House says as he starts looping a new length of rope around one of Chase’s thighs, and once he’s got enough, he rests a hand on his shoulder to help him balance and nods, “Lift your leg.”
When he does, House works it up to that ring, securing it up snug so that it’ll help support his weight when he goes to bind that last leg. He’s so close behind Chase that he can feel the brush of cotton of his t-shirt, the rough denim of his jeans against his skin, and House’s hands are strong and sure, gentle even as he ties him up tight. When he’s up and secure, he starts the loops of rope around the remaining thigh, getting the sling ready to attach up along with the first leg. When he finally urges him to lift that last leg up, he knows it’s a tough moment, a moment of trusting the strength of the knots and the placement of rope, and he’s careful, moves quickly and steadily as he secures him. A few more looping passes of rope between the suspension point and around both thighs ensure he’s comfortable and supported, able to sink down into it and strain against it with equal ease. There’s not much left to finish up, just his feet, and he starts, taking one ankle in his hand and working the rope to tether it up close to his thigh, and the other follows shortly.