This was easy territory, teaching someone what to do, and Jamie was a little pleased to have discovered something that was new to Lucien. "Exactly." He lit all three of the candles that sat there and then picked up the first one. He held out his forearm and dripped a few drops in a line down his wrist, making himself sigh with pleasure as it raised goosebumps.
"Wanna try it?" he asked, offering the candle. "See what it feels like? Probably hurts less for you, since you run hot," he observed.
He watches, unflinching as the wax drips, leaving quickly-cooling dots on Jamie's skin. The sigh that escapes the other man also doesn't go unnoticed and Lucien's tail twists and flicks.
"Not sure it'll hurt at all, but far be it from me to say so without trying."
He runs hot and he has a particular resistance to damage from heat, but maybe the hot wax will still feel like something interesting enough to pursue. Lucien rolls up his sleeve, exposing tattooed skin before he takes the candle. After a moment of considering, he bears the inside of his arm and dribbles wax there. He feels it, certainly. He can even feel the heat of it as it hits his skin, but it doesn't hurt.
And it takes longer to firm up than it did on Jamie's skin, meaning it slides over the curve of his arm before becoming more solid.
Jamie's eyebrows went up as he watched the wax slide over Lucien's skin. He'd seen that before, but only when someone had already been so abused with wax that their skin was superheated. "Well, I don't really know how else to explain the burn," he said, reaching out to pick the wax off Lucien's arm. "But I'm thinking maybe, when there's enough on me to be worth pulling it off..."
His eyes slid to the knife. Knifeplay, after all, didn't only mean cutting, and the threat and thrill of having wax picked off with a blade sounded hot.
"I can imagine the burn, don't worry." It might take more heat to do it, but Lucien isn't completely immune. A grin creeps across Lucien's face as Jamie makes his suggestion clear.
"Might be a bit tricky to just peel, hm? Suits me."
He sets the candle back where Jamie had picked it up and closes the space between them. He leans close, head tipped to avoid knocking the other man in the head with a horn.
"You're wearin far too much to be an art project, don't you think?" Lucien lowers his voice to a purr and plucks lightly at Jamie's shirt.
Bless him for it, Lucien did know how to make Jamie feel sexy. The little demonstration was enough to feel good about being touched, so he turned his head to kiss Lucien on the mouth, nipping at his lip before pulling back.
He stepped back, facing Lucien, and stripped his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. He wasn't taking it slow, wasn't making a particular show of it, but he smirked at the tiefling before him as he undid his belt.
Lucien leans into the kiss, chasing that bite before they part. He takes a moment to admire the display, even if Jamie isn't actively trying to put on a show. For his part, Lucien shrugs out of his vest to toss it aside, and quickly follows with his own shirt. Jamie has seen him bare, scars and tattoos and all. The tattoos don't match his personality, save perhaps the one spanning his back and even that is a stretch. But there they are, just like the stripe down his throat that appeared when he arrived here.
He catches Jamie by the top of his pants to draw him closer as the other man works on getting his belt off. He holds on and presses into another kiss. He bites this time, sharp canines dragging lightly over Jamie's bottom lip: sharp, but more of a tease than a threat of damage.
Nevertheless, the scrape made Jamie shiver pleasantly. He broke away to push his jeans and boxers down over his hips, kicking them away. He picked up two of the candles and nodded for Lucien to get the third, carrying them over to the night stand. He set them down and then laid out on his back, stretching out an expanse of lean body and clear skin to decorate.
“I admit I can’t say much for the color palette,” he noted. One of the candles was an unbleached off white, the others a mild blue and a springy green. “Maybe next time I’ll make sure you have more to work with.”
He plucks up the last candle to bring it with him and admires Jamie as the man stretches out on his back. Well, not everything here is absolutely miserable. For the sake of keeping up, Lucien lingers by the side of the bed while gets out of his boots and trousers. He keeps his smallclothes on for now, the style decidedly more modern than the last time Jamie saw him undressing. Lucien can't say he minds that particular change: the black fabric hugs the shape of his body. The ones he's wearing now are low-cut, too, to accommodate his tail.
Lucien plants a hand on Jamie's chest, leaning over him more than is necessary to pick up one of the candles - blue, for now.
"I would appreciate a broader palette," he says as he sits back, comfortably straddling Jamie's hips. Lucien doesn't actually expect that the man beneath him would flinch so hard as to jerk away, but there's no harm in making sure he stays right where he is. "Something more bold."
The tiefling tips the candle experimentally, holding it high enough that the wax splashes a bit as it hits Jamie's skin; he lowers it so that it's more of a controlled drizzle, making a line down the center of his chest.
Jamie sighed in pleasure at that, letting his head fall back. "The higher you hold it up, the less it hurts," he said. "It's got time to cool down as it falls. And it'll hurt more the longer it burns, cause it heats up more."
He didn't mind Lucien sitting on him, giving him something to rub up against if he wanted some friction. He tucked his hands behind his head, not intending to give Lucien any instruction, since he wanted to make art. "Bolder colors will be more intense, too. The more additives there are to the wax, the hotter it'll burn."
"That so?" he drawls as he lowers the candle again, holding it just a few inches over Jamie's chest as he tips it this time. The effort is more measured: he leaves a trail of single drops. He'll admit, there's something appealing in watching it drip and harden, the color going from translucent to opaque again as it cools.
"Do you want it to hurt more?" he asks, gaze flicking up to Jamie's face as he pours again, raising the candle higher as he goes. The line of wax shivers and smatters in the vague shape of a triangle. "Or less?"
Jamie laid his head back and sighed as Lucien dripped wax, long and content, one heel digging against the bed as the only real sign of pain. He was definitely getting hard under Lucien's ass.
"You do whatever you wanna do, sweetheart," Jamie said, voice gone a little low and rumbly with pleasure. "Feels good either way."
"You sure you want to leave that door open?" he asks, lifting a brow as he leans closer. He braces himself against the wall or headboard, whatever is there, so that he's hovering over Jamie without blocking his ability to keep dripping wax. He makes a broken trail up toward the hollow of the other man's throat.
"I can't imagine that's always true."
Maybe just with this. Maybe just trusting that Lucien will not do something reprehensible. It delights him that he was the first call for this, and in the same breath it surprises him.
Lucien stretches his back, deliberately grinding against Jamie's lap when he feels his cock getting hard beneath him.
Jamie cracked one eye open to give him an unamused look. "With the candle, smartass," he said, but even as he did he was arching his head back, stretching out to invite more. It made the wax on his chest crack apart, mussing the design a bit, but he didn't seem to notice or care. "Nice thing about...mm, 'bout the candle is it's hard to do anything I can't take. I'd probably notice you were doing something weird before you managed it."
"You're still making that sound like a challenge and not a warning," he drawls as Jamie insists he'd probably notice danger before Lucien got far in doing something nasty. The tiefling gives another slow roll of his hips, pressing his weight down more.
Lucien straightens his back more and he keeps the candle low as he makes deliberate, thick lines down Jamie's chest and stomach. He doubles back on some of them, building up the wax. They have to make it worth using a knife, after all.
Jamie made an eager sound and pushed his hips up in response, just enjoying it as Lucien painted lines of heat over his torso. He didn't bother answering, just letting himself float on the sensation. If Lucien wanted to try something, push boundaries, he'd find out the consequences. For now he was just happy and comfortable, moaning or arching when Lucien hit a more sensitive spot with the wax.
Lucien shifts back, trailing wax lower in careless patterns. Drops smatter across Jamie's lower stomach, beneath his navel and heading perhaps dangerously lower. He peers up at Jamie's face.
"There a line of demarcation I should abide by? Or are all your borders open?"
Jamie let out a breathless laugh as he got the idea of where Lucien was going with this. "For the candle? Borders open," he said. "The knife's gonna have to stay up north." The wax would scald a bit on such sensitive skin, but that could be good too.
"Noted," he says as he moves. His other hand slides down to palm Jamie's cock, squeezing gently as he lets the wax drip lower. He doesn't go too far just yet, though he finds himself morbidly curious as to what wax might do on such sensitive skin. Maybe before he's through he'll find out.
For now, he strokes Jamie as he dribbles a wavering line back up over the curve of the other man's hip. Then he sets the candle aside and leans low to give Jamie a sharp kiss.
The wax trailing lower as Lucien palmed his cock had anticipation building. Do it, do it, do it, his brain whispered, and he muffled a groan when it went back up his hip instead. Lucien clearly knew how to make torment of waiting.
He met the kiss with his own sharpness, bringing a hand up to wrap around Lucien's head, tangle in his hair to hold him close. He was doing so well, but Jamie didn't want to pull away long enough to tell him with words.
Lucien sighs against the kiss and keeps himself poised over Jamie. There's some shifting - all managed without breaking away - and a moment later his bare cock slides against Jamie's. His grip adjusts to hold them both and Lucien gives another lazy thrust of his hips as he bites at Jamie's bottom lip.
"I'll keep that little whine in mind next time I pick the candle up," he purrs.
Jamie made a pleased sound at that slide of hot flesh, at Lucien's hand on both of them. The tiefling got a sharp tug to his hair at the mention of whining, but then Jamie's hand slid away, dragging his nails lightly down Lucien's chest. His nails were quite a bit shorter and blunter than Lucien's, but still enough to create a sensation.
"You know you've got more to grab onto than my hair," he says with a grin as Jamie's hand moves to drag blunt nails down his chest. That earns a quiet hiss of breath and a more deliberate rock of his hips. His hand shifts to tease his thumb over the head of Jamie's cock.
"Do I?" he asked, tone as close to 'mild' as he could manage with a hand on his dick. But a hand came up and grabbed Lucien's horn, dragging his head back by it. Jamie went for the exposed throat, first a sucking kiss, then a harder suck, trying to leave a mark.
The grip is surely more satisfying: the horn is rooted to his skull and so it takes less pressure to pull his head back. He grins as Jamie takes advantage of the new exposure, apparently intent on leaving a bruise.
"Good luck with all the tattoos there, darlin. But I welcome you trying."
Maybe he's exaggerating: there's still plenty of bare skin.
Jamie was sucking hard, aiming to leave a bruise rather than just breaking some capillaries. He pulled off after a moment, bringing his other hand up to drag a thumb over the spot.
"Doesn't matter if anyone can see it," he said, voice low and warm. "You'll still feel it."
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"Wanna try it?" he asked, offering the candle. "See what it feels like? Probably hurts less for you, since you run hot," he observed.
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"Not sure it'll hurt at all, but far be it from me to say so without trying."
He runs hot and he has a particular resistance to damage from heat, but maybe the hot wax will still feel like something interesting enough to pursue. Lucien rolls up his sleeve, exposing tattooed skin before he takes the candle. After a moment of considering, he bears the inside of his arm and dribbles wax there. He feels it, certainly. He can even feel the heat of it as it hits his skin, but it doesn't hurt.
And it takes longer to firm up than it did on Jamie's skin, meaning it slides over the curve of his arm before becoming more solid.
"I can see the aesthetic appeal," he says.
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His eyes slid to the knife. Knifeplay, after all, didn't only mean cutting, and the threat and thrill of having wax picked off with a blade sounded hot.
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"Might be a bit tricky to just peel, hm? Suits me."
He sets the candle back where Jamie had picked it up and closes the space between them. He leans close, head tipped to avoid knocking the other man in the head with a horn.
"You're wearin far too much to be an art project, don't you think?" Lucien lowers his voice to a purr and plucks lightly at Jamie's shirt.
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He stepped back, facing Lucien, and stripped his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. He wasn't taking it slow, wasn't making a particular show of it, but he smirked at the tiefling before him as he undid his belt.
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He catches Jamie by the top of his pants to draw him closer as the other man works on getting his belt off. He holds on and presses into another kiss. He bites this time, sharp canines dragging lightly over Jamie's bottom lip: sharp, but more of a tease than a threat of damage.
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“I admit I can’t say much for the color palette,” he noted. One of the candles was an unbleached off white, the others a mild blue and a springy green. “Maybe next time I’ll make sure you have more to work with.”
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Lucien plants a hand on Jamie's chest, leaning over him more than is necessary to pick up one of the candles - blue, for now.
"I would appreciate a broader palette," he says as he sits back, comfortably straddling Jamie's hips. Lucien doesn't actually expect that the man beneath him would flinch so hard as to jerk away, but there's no harm in making sure he stays right where he is. "Something more bold."
The tiefling tips the candle experimentally, holding it high enough that the wax splashes a bit as it hits Jamie's skin; he lowers it so that it's more of a controlled drizzle, making a line down the center of his chest.
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He didn't mind Lucien sitting on him, giving him something to rub up against if he wanted some friction. He tucked his hands behind his head, not intending to give Lucien any instruction, since he wanted to make art. "Bolder colors will be more intense, too. The more additives there are to the wax, the hotter it'll burn."
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"Do you want it to hurt more?" he asks, gaze flicking up to Jamie's face as he pours again, raising the candle higher as he goes. The line of wax shivers and smatters in the vague shape of a triangle. "Or less?"
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"You do whatever you wanna do, sweetheart," Jamie said, voice gone a little low and rumbly with pleasure. "Feels good either way."
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"I can't imagine that's always true."
Maybe just with this. Maybe just trusting that Lucien will not do something reprehensible. It delights him that he was the first call for this, and in the same breath it surprises him.
Lucien stretches his back, deliberately grinding against Jamie's lap when he feels his cock getting hard beneath him.
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Lucien straightens his back more and he keeps the candle low as he makes deliberate, thick lines down Jamie's chest and stomach. He doubles back on some of them, building up the wax. They have to make it worth using a knife, after all.
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"There a line of demarcation I should abide by? Or are all your borders open?"
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For now, he strokes Jamie as he dribbles a wavering line back up over the curve of the other man's hip. Then he sets the candle aside and leans low to give Jamie a sharp kiss.
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He met the kiss with his own sharpness, bringing a hand up to wrap around Lucien's head, tangle in his hair to hold him close. He was doing so well, but Jamie didn't want to pull away long enough to tell him with words.
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"I'll keep that little whine in mind next time I pick the candle up," he purrs.
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"Good luck with all the tattoos there, darlin. But I welcome you trying."
Maybe he's exaggerating: there's still plenty of bare skin.
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"Doesn't matter if anyone can see it," he said, voice low and warm. "You'll still feel it."
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