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Angel's mood was at an all-time high! He has finally convinced Smiles to let him introduce him to non-sexual power play! Sure, he makes a lot of sex jokes and enjoys the act itself, but he knows there are people out there who like a good power play without the fluids. The spider was just happy he was given a chance.
He went about his room, collecting what he’d need to set up in Alastor’s room. They’d agreed his room would be better, somewhere he was already comfortable rather than the “pink monstrosity” Angel’s room was. Which, rude, but fair enough. However, just for that, he was bringing his pink cuffs.
Pausing for a second, Angel wondered if cock-warming might be a thing they could try. It wasn’t inherently sexual, and Angel had the control to stay soft while in Al’s mouth. He shrugged and grabbed the stuff for it. They'd be talking about specific limits before he broke any of his supplies out anyway. Best have too much than not enough. He wanted to take Smiles apart piece by piece in whatever way he’d be allowed.
Either way, Angel double checked his bag, zipped it up, and made his way up to Alastor’s room. This was probably gonna be like pulling teeth until he got it through the overlord’s head it was necessary, but he’d make it happen. Oh! Call it a contract, a deal! That should make it way easier. A nondisclosure clause should nip most of the problems Angel was expecting in the bud. Though, he certainly wouldn't mind if Alastor didn't put up a fight. He did agree to it, so that should mean there's be less of a fight.
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Coming up to Alastor’s door, Angel knocked and held the bag in front of him as he waited. It didn’t take long, but it was Alastor’s shadow that opened the door. He looked pretty excited, and the spider idly wondered if the shadow’s expressions had anything to do with Alastor’s moods. It’d be a nice trick, just looking at the shadow to see how Al was doing. Still, he wanted to learn the others tells, his subtleties.
Once he walked in, Angel saw Alastor sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace he had in his room. He set his bag down by the bed and made his way over, taking the other seat.
“Hey, Smiles.”
“Ah, Angel! Good of you to make it.”
“Sorry if I’m a little late. Wanted ta make sure I had everythin' we might need fa tonight.”
“Of course, my dear. You said something about limits earlier?”
Angel sat up in his chair, angling to better look at the deer. “Yeah. So, there are hard and soft limits, soft being “eh, not so great but we can try it” while hard limits are big no-noes. I gotta know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t do somethin' ya hate. I know it sounds weird comin’ from me, but consent is sexy. Anythin’ in particular ya wanna avoid starting out? Can be literally anythin’.”
Angel watched closely as Alastor took a moment to think. He outlined a very basic plan in his head for some pretty simple play, basic, more vanilla stuff that damn near everyone dis. Maybe he could bring a few toys out if only to show Alastor and demonstrate what they’re for.
“Based off of things I’ve heard over the years, certainly nothing with non-sexual bodily fluids. That seems,” Alastor’s face twitched, “unsanitary. I am also a person, for all my deer traits, so none of that pet stuff. Beyond that, I must admit to not knowing much else beyond the basics!”
“Hey,” Angel started and raised his top set of hands, “that’s still a startin’ point. Better than some I introduce ta the kinkier stuff. I got a few toys in my bag, figured I’d show ya what they are and how they work. Anything ya like, we’ll make a list to try them. Not all tonight, that’s too much to expose anyone to right off the bat, but we’ll get through some of them.”
Alastor gestured for Angel to get them, so he stood up to bring his bag over. The first thing he pulled out were the cuffs. As he explained one, he dug for another to show Alastor. “These are pretty self-explanatory. They’re cuffs to restrain someone, keep them in a certain position. This is a spreader bar. They’re paired with cuffs ta keep your arms or legs apart so ya can’t close ‘em. I’ve also got a few different paddles fa impact play, like spankin’. Rope fa various types of restraints, typically keepin’ limbs pressed together than apart, though they’re used fa that, too. Last things I brought are dildos and a few different vibrators. Some vibe in ya, while others are for external stimulation. Anything catch your fancy?”
Angel had spread them out on the small table Alastor had between the chairs as he explained and kept an eye on the deer and what he was looking at, trying to see if anything peaked in interest. So far, he seemed interested in the cuffs and bar, the ropes by extension. The paddles he looked indifferent to and had jumped right over the dildos and vibrators.
With a hum, Alastor pointed to a few items, “I wouldn’t mind experimenting with the cuffs and spreader. It’s been some time since someone managed to have any power over me. I’d love to see what you manage!”
“Works fa me! Just ta clarify, no penetration tonight, right?”
“I’d be much obliged if you didn’t,” Alastor responded, folding his hands in his lap. He looked as innocent as a serial killer overlord sinner could.
“Course! Now, I’m gonna do some check-ins periodically. We’ll use the stoplight system. Green means good, yellow if ya need to slow down, and red stops everythin’ immediately. If you’re ready now, we can start. Just get on the bed.”
Alastor took the instruction easily, nodding at the safewords, and Angel really wanted to use that. See how he reacted to some dirty talk and praise. He noticed Al didn’t get a lot of it from anyone, and while the guy seemed alright with it, Angel wanted to make sure he enjoyed this. He followed behind after he put everything they weren’t using back in his bag.
Damn, did the overlord look good sprawled on his bed. Angel said so, “Ya look good, Smiles. Quick question, though. How do you feel about dirty talk? I’m gonna be talkin’ a lot anyway, but I don’t wanna push ya either.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to try it, and I’ll use those colors for anything I’m not fond of.” Alastor waved Angel to the bed once he was done talking, and Angel excitedly joined him.
“How undressed ya wanna be? I’d say at least the jacket.” The question seemed to stump Alastor, as if he forgot clothes usually came off for this kind of stuff. Angel decided to clarify before the other answered, “We do this to your comfort level, Al. That’s why I only suggested the jacket. The tails might get tangled and wrinkled.”
Alastor nodded, “Jacket and pants, then. I’d rather keep my shirt on.”
“Works fa me. Strip down then!”
As Alastor removed the mentioned clothing, Angel got the cuffs loosened to go over his hands. He dipped down to get the other spreader in case they used both. Once everything was laid out at the end of the bed, the spider turned back to the other and held out his hand.
“Hands please?”
The deer held both out and Angel carefully slipped them over the thin hands and secured them around tiny wrists. “Good. How’s that feel? Too tight? Loose?”
“Just fine, Angel.”
“That’s good. Doin’ so good fa me so far. I’m gonna put another set on your ankles now.”
Once Alastor nodded his consent, Angel used his bottom set of hands to pick one ankle up at a time to wrap the ankle cuffs just above the boney joints. He took a moment to take in the exposed legs, appreciating the cared-for hooves and soft black fur that covered the bottom half of the deer’s legs. He was glad Alastor didn’t have the same issues with his feet as Angel did.
“That’s it. Just relax for me, Smiles. I got ya.” The words seemed to help, as Alastor started melting into the bed the more Angel talked. That was a point towards a praise kink. He was excited to work with that. “I’m gonna hook the spreader to your ankle cuffs, but first, how about you kneel on the floor between my legs for me. Not gonna do anythin’, just a bit of power play. Can ya do that for me, big buck?”
Alastor had seemed to have gone mute now that they’d started. Which was mostly fine with Angel since the overlord also seemed to be more expressive as they continued. He’d just clarify once he had Alastor where he wanted him. With the deer in position, Angel slid back and then off the bed, grabbing a pillow alongside one of the spreaders. He kneeled down behind the other, leaving one hand on Al’s shoulder.
“Gonna lift ya up by the waist and get this pillow under ya. Don’t want your knees ta ache too bad after this.” At Alastor’s nod, Angel did just that with his bottom set of hands, using his spare top hand to slide the pillow under the boney knees. Once that was done, the spider let go with his bottom set and used them to get the spreader attached to the cuffs. “There ya go, good boy. Doin’ so well for your first time. I’m gonna let go and get back on the bed now.”
Angel watched Alastor closely as he let go and stood up. He didn’t seem to mind the lack of contact, but Angel liked to be sure. He settled on the bed, legs spread around the other, and ran a hand through red hair. He was positively ecstatic when the deer leaned into the touch.
“Aw, there ya go. I got ya. You’re perfect for me, sweet thing. Can I call you pet names? I’ll need a verbal answer for this.”
Alastor hummed before responding, “That’s alright.”
“Good. Just use your colors if I say or do anythin’ ya don’t like.” Angel kept running his fingers through Alastor’s hair, noting how soft it was and how it felt like fur the closer to his ears he got. “So soft, ain’t ya, my sweet fawn. Don’t get too many soft moments, do ya?”
The answering hum was quiet, and the radio filter was less than usual. Angel noticed how the use of “fawn” got the other to melt even more and decided to use it as his primary pet name. He continued stroking for a bit before slowly guiding the deer’s head to lean on his thigh. From there, he used his bottom set of hands to run over Alastor’s shoulders and lax arms. If he does use the other spreader, he’s gonna pull those lanky arms up and stretch them out behind him, keeping the relaxed deer trapped in place unless Angel moved or let him go. He looked so sweet there on Angel’s thigh.
“Sweet fawn, huh buddy. Gotta be tough, keepin’ up that Radio Demon act all the time. No need fa that here, not with me. Ya can be my sweet fawn, can’t ya?”
“Hmm.”
The spider smiled. They kept up that pattern for a while; Angel whispering sweet praise while Alastor hummed his assent. It was soft in a way nobody would ever think it could be with the Radio Demon involved. But this wasn’t the Radio Demon, it was Alastor behind closed doors where nobody would intrude. Just Angel and Alastor, Angel and his sweet fawn.
After some time passed, Angel gently nudged Alastor’s head to look up at him. Once they made eye contact, Angel spoke, “How about I use the other bar ta get your hands behind me? How’s that sound? I need a color here.”
“…Green.”
Aw, he was sinking into subspace. Angel would have to make sure to explain that later. “Little firmer, Smiles.”
“Green.” It took a second for Alastor to come up enough, but it sounded firm enough to Angel that he let it go.
Keeping one hand in Alastor’s hair, Angel used his other three to position the bar and hook the wrist cuffs to it. Alastor wasn’t completely trapped where he was, but damn near.
“Good boy. So good at lettin’ me take control, lettin’ yourself go fa me. You’re so sweet down like this, all spread out fa me ta do whatever I want ta ya. I could do anythin’ and you’d let me, wouldn’t ya?” Yet another simple hum, this time with no filter to cover up the deeper tones of Alastor’s natural voice. “Yeah, you’re down pretty good, at my mercy. Gonna stand up now, lift your head fa me.”
With little finagling, Angel got out from under Alastor and walked in the semi-circle available to him with the bed in the way. Maybe he could get Alastor up enough to move back. For now, he circled and watched the overlord’s eyes follow him when they could. Every so often he’d reach a hand out and run it through the red hair or tug it in one direction or another.
“That’s it, let me take care of everythin’. Not a thought behind those eyes right now. You’re just my sweet fawn, listenin’ ta anythin’ I say. All nice and dropped fa me, even, ain’t ya?” A few more strides back and forth, “How about we move ya back some, that way I can get in front of ya. Bet you’d like ta see me out of more than the corner of your eye. Another color, sweet thing.”
Again, it took a moment, but Alastor remembered Angel preferred a firm color over a dazed one. “Green.”
“Good fawn. Stand up fa me.” Angel kept his hands on either side of the other, ready to catch him if he swayed too far one way or another. Alastor stood a little dazed, but steady. Angel picked up the pillow. “Follow me now. Small steps for my good fawn. Don’t want ya fallin’ now, do we?”
Angel took a few steps back and watched as Alastor shuffled carefully after him. The deer tilted a bit more than he might outside subspace, but it was within what Angel considered normal limits. As soon as Alastor had reached Angel, the spider set the pillow down and pointed.
“Down, boy.”
It was a bit of a test, to see how Alastor reacted to firmer commands and how steady he was. Thankfully, he reacted well. Even gave his color, green, though Angel hadn’t yet asked for it. Getting down without his hands and with encumbered legs was tricky, but the overlord managed to kneel on the pillow with little issue.
“Listen so well, huh, big buck? Should just keep ya here fa me whenever I want ya. My sweet fawn, big, bad buck, all mine fa me to use.” Angel completed a full circle, chucking as Alastor’s head and ears followed his movement. “Yeah, ya know where ta keep your eyes. On me. How about a treat fa ya? Ya get to pick a name to call me. Come on, ya can do it. Give me a title.”
It took a few minutes, but Alastor came up with a name. “Sir.”
“And what does my fawn want his sir to do? Eyes on me.” Angel asked as he came to a stop in front of Alastor.
“Touch me?”
“That sounded like a question. Ya not know what ya want me ta do?”
“Touch me, please, sir.”
“Touch ya where?” Alastor actually whined, and if Angel was anyone else, he would have moaned and caved right then and there. However, Angel Dust was a professional porn star. No breaking character now. “Ah, ah, ah. Gotta use your words. Sir doesn’t know what ta do if ya don’t tell me.”
“My hair, like before.”
“There ya go. Good fawn. Followin’ his sir’s orders.”
Angel easily complied with the request and ran a hand through the soft locks again. There they stayed, Angel occasionally lapping the deer but keeping a hand in his hair and Alastor leaning into the touch. Time lost meaning, and they merely existed in the moment, only interrupted by soft praise and dirty talk until Angel decided it was time for Alastor to come up.
“Alright, we’re gonna move again, yeah?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good fawn. Up ya get then. Gonna take my hand away.”
Angel removed his hand as he said, and chuckled when Alastor whined at the loss. Still, the deer listened and stood. This time, Angel took them to the chair by the still roaring fire. He sat and set the pillow down between his legs. He pointed, and without a command, Alastor shuffled over and kneeled.
“Couldn’t get a better fawn anywhere. Listenin’ so well ta me even when I don’t use my words. I’m gonna release your hands now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Angel tapped his lap, and Alastor placed his hands in it for the spider to remove the bar and cuffs. He set them to the side and then guided the deer to lean on his thigh again so he could lean down and release one side of the bar and its attached cuff. Once that was done, he moved the other's head over to his other thigh and repeated the process, moving them to join the first set of cuffs and spreader.
“Time ta come up, big buck. Can’t stay down there forever.”
Ever so slowly, helped along by Angel’s words and prompting, Alastor came out of his relaxed headspace until he was responding to the spider’s questions with full sentences.
“So, how’d ya like it? Not too much?”
“No,” Alastor replied, still relaxed against Angel’s thigh. “It was rather nice to let go for a while. I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”
“We can definitely do that, Smiles. Good ta have ya back up.”
“Speaking of, what was that?”
“That was subspace. It’s a headspace submissives can get into during scenes. It only happens when they feel safe and trust their dom. I’m honored ya trusted me enough ta fall into it, though I wasn’t expecting ya ta go so quick and easy.” Alastor squinted, and Angel hurried to reassure the other, “There’s nothin’ wrong with that! You’re just usually so high-strung, I didn’t think it would happen the first time. Ya must’ve really needed a break.”
“Hmm, I suppose.” Alastor stood slowly and stretched, shaking out tense or tight muscles. “When would you like to do something like this again?”
“Whenever ya’d like, so long as I’m here.”
“We’ll set up a schedule then, one with backup dates should the original not work out. I’d prefer they all stay as non-sexual as possible.”
Angel smiled, “Ya got it!”
They spent the rest of the night setting up a schedule, and Angel put his things away before leaving. It was a good night on all counts, and both were looking forward to the next scene.