[ Years? Kyle isn't the first who's admitted to being stuck here for so long, but he's a bit reluctant to admit just how much he hopes that's the case for him too. Putting that into words might give people the wrong idea. Or the right one, and then they'd pity him.
The next question pulls Kazu out of those less fun thoughts. He takes a moment to actually picture the things Kyle's describing, and find his mind fills in the blanks of the scenarios in very specific ways. Appealing ones. How molten wax might flow across his skin, and for some reason a variety of ways to get it off. A razor's the first thing that comes to mind, a sharp edge scraping over heat-sensitized skin. Or maybe someone's nails... his gaze flicks down to Kyle's hands to see if that's likely before he catches himself, a soft flush rising to his cheeks as he starts wondering if that's how the other man would spank someone. Probably not, right? He must have some sort of paddle? But they are nice hands. Surgeon's hands, he knows now. Strong and steady, just like Val's...
...he is getting both very flustered and very off track now. What was the question, exactly? ]
Um. Yes. I mean-- not the revulsion.
[ Talking about these things so plainly is still difficult, but hopefully Kyle will take some pity on him. ]
[It isn't just words Kyle is looking for but reaction as well. Watching where Kazu's gaze goes and the look on his face. Listening for the beat of his heart, and even the way the timbre in their voice might change.
And he is rewarded in that, nodding at the reaction he has in that moment. And while Kyle understands his answer, he isn't going to be exactly kind either. ]
You know, they make candles here that have different burn temperatures. So you can start with something warming to things that are much hotter. You can get different colors and use them to make someone a living work of art. There's even magical ones that are cooling.
[ His voice is soft, almost promising these things as he paints a picture with words. ]
Imagine laying down lines in maybe red, just on the edge of being too much, too warm for tender skin... and then carefully scrapping it away.
[ Even as he asks, he lightly drags his nails over the wood. ]
And then lay lines of white over it, enchanted to be cooling. If you're okay with magical items, that is.
[ Kyle is rewarded further as he describes the scenario -- he's got Kazu's full attention, the younger man hanging on every word to build the scene in his mind. He can picture it vividly, though now he's imagining himself as the one holding the candles. Trailing lines of color and heat that raise a flush to his partner's skin, the areas he'd dare to cover and the trust and reaction he'd get removing it...
Then Kyle asks if he's okay with magic, and the scene abruptly flips as he remembers that he came here to try things. This isn't just a brainstorming session or an academic lecture, they could actually do it. His pulse speeds up, fluttering with a mix of nerves and arousal that Kyle can definitely recognize with how Kazu shifts his weight and licks his lips. This man is not subtle. His eyes cut to the side as he checks if anyone's looking their way, then focus back on Kyle. ]
Can we go upstairs? I'm okay with-- ah. All of that, actually.
[ The different temperatures, magic candles, pretty much whatever Kyle is willing to show him, yes, go for it. Okay is not the word he should be using, not when it's going to be noticeable as they move away from the bar that he's turned on just thinking about it. ]
[ Kyle's gaze is teasing but intent, watching to see what reaction he gets for his words. They're games he hasn't always played, both in the use of wax but also in the way he's drawing this out, wanting to draw in the other's attention. Wanting him to want him.
And it seems like he's doing a pretty good job of it.
So when agrees to it all, he can't help but to smile as he offers his hand to the other man. ]
[ Right... he can do this. It's not like he's never messed around with strangers before. Tilting his chin up in an attempt to look more confident than he feels, Kazu takes Kyle's hand and follows where he's led.
And if he's walking a bit stiffly, surely no one will notice so long as he pretends everything's normal. ]
[A combination of years as a doctor and time in this place, and Kyle has learned to notice things. If someone is hurting. If they're drugged. If things are off.
So he doesn't say anything at first, not until they get upstairs to one of the private room. He pauses at the door. ]
You sure you want to do this? We can keep talking.
[ They come to a stop in front of a door, and even though he was the one to ask to go upstairs... Kyle gives him an out. ]
You're very perceptive, doctor.
[ He's still holding Kyle's hand, and gives it a grateful little squeeze. ]
I appreciate the concern. I'm sure, it's just... against my instincts, you might say? But I'd prefer the first time to be on my own terms rather than the city's.
[ That may have been misleading, he realizes, and tilts his head towards the door. ]
Secondary nature rather than that of being a doctor. It's more that I can hear things most can't, and because of that I tend to err on the side of caution.
[ And because, as the man he is, he's forever cautious about others and their needs.
He nods though, because that he can understand. ]
I'm always for it being on someone's own terms. Come on then.
[ He pushes the door open, gesturing for Kazu to proceed him. ]
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Fair enough. I admit, medical school and being a surgeon doesn't offer you much time for it either. A couple of years here changed things though.
[ He barely resisted, just throwing himself into things and seeing what happened. ]
When I talk about things like that, does it give you mental images? Feelings of desire? Or revulsion?
[ Casually talking about sex is not something that Kyle had thought would become part of his life but it really had. ]
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The next question pulls Kazu out of those less fun thoughts. He takes a moment to actually picture the things Kyle's describing, and find his mind fills in the blanks of the scenarios in very specific ways. Appealing ones. How molten wax might flow across his skin, and for some reason a variety of ways to get it off. A razor's the first thing that comes to mind, a sharp edge scraping over heat-sensitized skin. Or maybe someone's nails... his gaze flicks down to Kyle's hands to see if that's likely before he catches himself, a soft flush rising to his cheeks as he starts wondering if that's how the other man would spank someone. Probably not, right? He must have some sort of paddle? But they are nice hands. Surgeon's hands, he knows now. Strong and steady, just like Val's...
...he is getting both very flustered and very off track now. What was the question, exactly? ]
Um. Yes. I mean-- not the revulsion.
[ Talking about these things so plainly is still difficult, but hopefully Kyle will take some pity on him. ]
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And he is rewarded in that, nodding at the reaction he has in that moment. And while Kyle understands his answer, he isn't going to be exactly kind either. ]
You know, they make candles here that have different burn temperatures. So you can start with something warming to things that are much hotter. You can get different colors and use them to make someone a living work of art. There's even magical ones that are cooling.
[ His voice is soft, almost promising these things as he paints a picture with words. ]
Imagine laying down lines in maybe red, just on the edge of being too much, too warm for tender skin... and then carefully scrapping it away.
[ Even as he asks, he lightly drags his nails over the wood. ]
And then lay lines of white over it, enchanted to be cooling. If you're okay with magical items, that is.
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Then Kyle asks if he's okay with magic, and the scene abruptly flips as he remembers that he came here to try things. This isn't just a brainstorming session or an academic lecture, they could actually do it. His pulse speeds up, fluttering with a mix of nerves and arousal that Kyle can definitely recognize with how Kazu shifts his weight and licks his lips. This man is not subtle. His eyes cut to the side as he checks if anyone's looking their way, then focus back on Kyle. ]
Can we go upstairs? I'm okay with-- ah. All of that, actually.
[ The different temperatures, magic candles, pretty much whatever Kyle is willing to show him, yes, go for it. Okay is not the word he should be using, not when it's going to be noticeable as they move away from the bar that he's turned on just thinking about it. ]
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And it seems like he's doing a pretty good job of it.
So when agrees to it all, he can't help but to smile as he offers his hand to the other man. ]
Come on then. Let's see what fun I can show you.
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And if he's walking a bit stiffly, surely no one will notice so long as he pretends everything's normal. ]
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So he doesn't say anything at first, not until they get upstairs to one of the private room. He pauses at the door. ]
You sure you want to do this? We can keep talking.
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You're very perceptive, doctor.
[ He's still holding Kyle's hand, and gives it a grateful little squeeze. ]
I appreciate the concern. I'm sure, it's just... against my instincts, you might say? But I'd prefer the first time to be on my own terms rather than the city's.
[ That may have been misleading, he realizes, and tilts his head towards the door. ]
Can I explain inside?
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[ And because, as the man he is, he's forever cautious about others and their needs.
He nods though, because that he can understand. ]
I'm always for it being on someone's own terms. Come on then.
[ He pushes the door open, gesturing for Kazu to proceed him. ]
After you.