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What: Silly in costume fornications
When: After the cited thread.
Warnings and Notes: Continued from here. Related to things at
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hearts_andmindsData stood, loosely releasing Avon's hands to go to the front door... and proceed to lock it. And then to the windows to make sure the blinds were properly closed and even the windows were sealed.
And then back over to the bed, where he attempted that smug smirk again and tossed his hat off to the side.
If he was going to repair Avon's ego, it seemed only rational that he should do so by paying intense attention to him. Every part of him, with thorough detail rather than utilizing masterfully manipulative skill.
He went back to the closet and grabbed the one element of the costume he hadn't included; a length of rope. If anyone knocked on the door, they were going to be politely dismissed (or rudely, depending on the technician's opinions concerning the situation).
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"Nothing I believe you will be opposed to... Lay back on the bed," he demanded in the authoritative tone he rarely had the chance to utilize outside of the captain's chair.
He settled by Avon's side, leaning over him to tie a knot tightly around his wrist. His fingers slowed, and his gold eyes trailed up Avon's body to his face, gauging it for his trust.
"It's all right," he murmured. "Go ahead."
Though now he had Avon laying there, with no way to turn away or go anywhere. Not that the technician normally would, but there were instances when he didn't seem to want to hear something. Allow himself to believe something.
He ran his hand down the front of Avon's tunic, feeling his body underneath the fabric, teething at the ridge of his ear.
He let out a breath, tensing with anticipation.
He forcibly undid the collar of the tunic, pulling back to adopt his best dominant look (he did have something of a role to play, after all). The outfit at least contributed greatly to it, and he undid the next button just as violently.
He was probably going to owe Avon some clothing after this.
"This is a new side to you," he breathed. "It is very appealing."
He still looked at Avon as if he were being given something precious.
He moved between the man's knees, pushing them apart with his hands and leaning in to kiss his collarbone, prickly hair tickling at his skin. "Every once in a while I need to show you who's on top," he said in that strange accent again. He kissed down and bit at his chest near his nipple, hands sliding in along Avon's thighs as he did. They didn't touch his arousal, though, merely veered up to undo the button of his pants.
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He gasped again at the bite, and bit back a groan at Data's touch skirting so near where he needed it most. "Tease."
He kissed down further, pulling the pants down over Avon's narrow hips as he went. Breath puffed softly with each trailing graze of his lips. At about his navel, he veered to kiss his hip, pushing the pants down so that they caught around his boots but didn't slip free.
Lifting Avon's legs, Data moved up between them so that they were rudimentarilly bound behind his back, still mostly dressed himself as he examined the undone technician like a riddle that needed to be solved.
The hold shifted to grip at his hips again and kept the other man from rubbing up against him had he wanted to. Even when they moved to rub his inner thighs, thumbs testingly close to his base, and one hand shifted lower to rub his covered fingertips at his perineum.
"There's nothing quite like the feel of leather..." he mumbled, faintly, aware that it was nonsense but too high on the pleasure of anticipation to care.
He kissed lower with his mouth, nipping at his chest again as he crept lower, bracing a nipple between his teeth and worrying it with his tongue. He could feel the arousal growing, too. Not in direct touch, but the way inner thigh warmed those particular few degrees under his palm or the wonderfully familiar way his muscles tensed.
But he was determined that he wouldn't beg, at least, not unless Data wanted him to. In that case it might be...stimulating to do it.
He continued to lightly rub and massage him. His sensors were hindered a bit by the gloves but... he could recognize enough in Avon's moaning.
That he wasn't going to pander to.
Instead, he did let his fingers trail up to fondle the base of his cock, but only with irritatingly light caresses. He didn't grip him any substance, and the coarse fabric from his still present coat brushed against his thighs.
"You do realise how you're tormenting me?" he gasped. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
He hoped so. He was certainly enjoying it himself, torture and all.
He nuzzled at his base even as he fondled him. "...But I am enjoying it." He received a faint, mustache prickly kiss against his solid shaft. He gently felt his entrance with his fingertips, tracing around the tight ring of muscle again all too briefly.
The inability to take control, even of his own body, was arousing...it was also a little frightening. And perhaps that was part of the appeal. His eyes widened and his breathing became ragged.
How could he have not painted that form?
He sat up so he was kneeling between his legs, both ignoring him and taunting him more by undoing the tie to his outfit, and unbuttoning his shirt and vest at a very logical, typical human speed.
"Not that I don't...appreciate the view," he gasped, "but I really think you're trying to kill me..."
But he didn't. He only unbuttoned the vest and shirt and let them hang loosely open, unstrapped his gunbelt to toss to the side, and undid his pants. Oh yes, he could go faster. But Avon wasn't asking him. He was merely noting his discomfort with Data's lack of speed in unwrapping himself.
...Perhaps he was missing the point again?... Well, he would have to wait until he was instructed otherwise, wouldn't he?
He gently ran the back of his fingers over Avon's cock, petting it lightly as he loomed over him half undone; and making no offers to do any more yet.