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[duke_of_illusions]

It's an early evening, back in the club. Barma has sent Al on his own, to make friends, to try something new.

Dodo is a breath away.

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[duke_of_illusions]

"What have you gotten up to?"

Curious, in that case.

[al_truism]

"I was pushed underwater once, ages back- and Rufus and I played once. I pushed his face under."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Any triggers I should know about?"

He got the basic ones for the gangbang, but this is a little different.

[al_truism]

Al decides to go over the complete list, for clarity.

"It isn't an injury, but nothing should touch the back of my neck. I sometimes have issues with too many hands on me at once, especially if I'm blinded. No medical kink -- that's something only Rufus can really get me through." Al shivers. What else?

"Dirty-talking is fine. We're not strangers and I know you know and respect me. ... above all, I need to be able to touch my hands together. If you bind me, bind them together."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Sure."

Reframing his plan.

"Odd duck, aren't you?"

Moving to take his arms, he starts with a few loops around the chest.

[al_truism]

"It does sound strange without context."

Al has to laugh, sitting still and comfortable for him.

[duke_of_illusions]

"All right, here's a chest harness."

Demonstrating, slowly.

"This is a great fundamental building block."

[al_truism]

Al nods, moving in it. Break put him in something like it.

[duke_of_illusions]

"It's versatile. You can go sideways, you can go up or down."

Explaining, giving him an illustrative tug or two.

[al_truism]

"I like it. Artistic."

[duke_of_illusions]

"And functional."

Using two arms, he actually heaves him into the air using the strap on his back.

[al_truism]

Al yelps and claws the air.

[duke_of_illusions]

He laughs, and sets him down- then reaches to take down their cloth, since they won't be staying in this room much longer.

"We'll go see if the hose is free."

[al_truism]

"... hose?"

Wary, but interested.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Would that be all right with you?"

Cocking his head.

[al_truism]

"Yes."

He's insatiably curious, bright about it.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Come on."

Nodding at the door.

"Off we trot."

[al_truism]

Al ducks his head and stays close, letting Gerard guide him. He's flushing -- people are going to think he's in trouble.

[duke_of_illusions]

Especially with how he lifts him up onto his toes occasionally by the harness, forcing him to scramble.

"Public or private?"

He murmurs, for Al's ears alone.

[al_truism]

"Private-" he whispers. Gasping. It's their first true scene. If something goes wrong, he doesn't want it to be onstage.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Through here."

An encouraging nudge.

"This way, babe."

[al_truism]

Al stumbles, attempting to keep up, but it's impossible to be graceful.

[duke_of_illusions]

Gerard tosses him on through to one of the back rooms, this one tiled, with a drain in the floor, a point on the ceiling.

He hooks him up to it on his toes.

[al_truism]

Al experimentally moves, trying see just how much give he has, how much the binds with hurt if he struggles.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Too bad? You can still breathe?"