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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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[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?"

[al_truism]

"Okay," he ventures, with a nod and a slow smile. Oh, he's had much worse.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Good."

Giving his cheek an affectionate pat.

"Face slapping in or out?"

[al_truism]

"... in," he decides, carefully. The thought has him breathing deeply.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear that."

He whispers, fingertips skating Al's jaw.

[al_truism]

He leans into it, seeking attention. Anything.