that might be one of the hottest things you've said to me
i'll see you in 30
[Gives him time to make sure the room's clean and reset anyway.
He hasn't bothered taking anything, even the leather jacket, off by the time Oli shows up...just in case he had some ideas on how dressed he wanted Chris to be.]
( good to know where chris' tastes lie anyway; he'll note that down as the thing chris has thought of as the hottest just in case it becomes useful later.
oliver's learned to use nate's portals pretty efficiently, which makes travel significantly less annoying for him. he's wearing what's probably one of nate's shirts, dark right jeans, and bright red converse--his usual outfit, casual but not like. like he's trying to be casual. mostly because he's lazy and didn't put any thought into it. he knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an answer before he's kicking it open with the toe of his shoe, joint between his lips. )
You can heal, right?
( no hello, they were just texting which is clearly close enough. )
[His hands are buried in his jacket pockets as he turns to face the abrupt arrival. He eyes the familiar rolled smoke, but nods.]
Yeah, I can heal, near on anything.
[He's not going to ask why, but he still waits for the explanation as he watches Oliver. He's almost glad he didn't try dressing up or anything. Them largely in their normal makes things feel a bit more at ease.]
Just checking. You said pain is fine, but I can't heal worth shit and didn't want to hurt you too bad if neither of us could patch it up.
( another drag from the joint, before oliver puts it out on whatever surface is closest that looks like he's not going to fuck it up. )
I want you to grab whatever you're comfortable with me using on you and put it over here, ( gesturing to the nearby bench. ) and tell me your safeword.
Ah. Then no worries, I've spent little magical energy today, it'll be fine.
[He could even cast Death Ward on himself, but he didn't think that was quite how far Oliver intended to take this either.
There's a bookcase nearby that seems sturdy enough and cabinets on the walls for Oliver's use and Chris is too busy doing as he's told to notice anything either way.
He pulls down a few of the discreet boxes that held his various tools and takes them over to the bench to pull out whatever catches his eye. A couple of the dildos, one more normal sized and one distinctly larger as well as a vibrating plug are all laid out. Basic enough options.
An impersonal leash and leather collar set join them as well as a suede flogger, a claw-like tool and the simple dagger from his jacket pocket. After a moment, he pulls out a cock ring, blindfold, and inflating dildo just in case....and then pauses as he looks over the tools in the boxes...and then back to Oliver.]
I've got a lot of tools...there's little here that doesn't hold appeal apart from the ties we've already talked about. Anything in particular you'd like to play with? Doesn't just have to be about me.
[In fact, it might be easier if it wasn't, but he'd rather Oliver just do what he wanted and be comfortable in that. As long as Oliver seemed confident and comfortable, Chris was pretty sure he could focus on that and not the control exchanged.]
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kk
give me like 30 minutes and i'll be there
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i'll see you in 30
[Gives him time to make sure the room's clean and reset anyway.
He hasn't bothered taking anything, even the leather jacket, off by the time Oli shows up...just in case he had some ideas on how dressed he wanted Chris to be.]
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oliver's learned to use nate's portals pretty efficiently, which makes travel significantly less annoying for him. he's wearing what's probably one of nate's shirts, dark right jeans, and bright red converse--his usual outfit, casual but not like. like he's trying to be casual. mostly because he's lazy and didn't put any thought into it. he knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an answer before he's kicking it open with the toe of his shoe, joint between his lips. )
You can heal, right?
( no hello, they were just texting which is clearly close enough. )
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Yeah, I can heal, near on anything.
[He's not going to ask why, but he still waits for the explanation as he watches Oliver. He's almost glad he didn't try dressing up or anything. Them largely in their normal makes things feel a bit more at ease.]
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( another drag from the joint, before oliver puts it out on whatever surface is closest that looks like he's not going to fuck it up. )
I want you to grab whatever you're comfortable with me using on you and put it over here, ( gesturing to the nearby bench. ) and tell me your safeword.
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[He could even cast Death Ward on himself, but he didn't think that was quite how far Oliver intended to take this either.
There's a bookcase nearby that seems sturdy enough and cabinets on the walls for Oliver's use and Chris is too busy doing as he's told to notice anything either way.
He pulls down a few of the discreet boxes that held his various tools and takes them over to the bench to pull out whatever catches his eye. A couple of the dildos, one more normal sized and one distinctly larger as well as a vibrating plug are all laid out. Basic enough options.
An impersonal leash and leather collar set join them as well as a suede flogger, a claw-like tool and the simple dagger from his jacket pocket. After a moment, he pulls out a cock ring, blindfold, and inflating dildo just in case....and then pauses as he looks over the tools in the boxes...and then back to Oliver.]
I've got a lot of tools...there's little here that doesn't hold appeal apart from the ties we've already talked about. Anything in particular you'd like to play with? Doesn't just have to be about me.
[In fact, it might be easier if it wasn't, but he'd rather Oliver just do what he wanted and be comfortable in that. As long as Oliver seemed confident and comfortable, Chris was pretty sure he could focus on that and not the control exchanged.]
And my safe word's 'Kayt.'