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Wanna do a thing with me? Drop it here.

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[le_mat]

She sure is.

[No lie there]

I heard... you do piercings? Is that true?

[There's a blush rising up his neck as he watches the metal shifting with her breaths]

[burning_fenceposts]

[Oh, he blushes. Aden's smirk deepened and he idly twisted his thumb in a way that made her yelp and arch.]

I do, though not in a setting like this. Do you have experience with needles then?

[He didn't think he'd seen this pretty boy around at parties, but he could at least humor his pride a little.]

[le_mat]

[He fiddles with the lock of hair falling into his eyes]

No, Mr. Darcy, I haven't yet... not really, at least.

[That sure is a coy tone]

[burning_fenceposts]

[It sure is. He chuckles, holding up a gloved finger before turning back to the woman who was starting to look a little dazed.]

Mean enough for you, Kitten?

[She nodded, her eyes a little glossy....and then she outright screamed as Aden took the ends of both of those needles and yanked them out at once. The blood rose to her skin at once, and it would no doubt leave a fantastic bruise.

She panted as he calmly spritzed the area with alcohol and cleaned it up, then peeled a tegaderm over it, the clear bandage showing off the bright streaks of color already forming.]

There you go. Off you get.

[She gave him a wobbly 'thank you' and eased herself off the table before giggling sharply and slinking off to find her Ma'am. Aden smirked after her, then pulled a few bleach wipes from the container under his table and started wiping it down.]

I take it that's why you're here? To get some experience?

[le_mat]

[Her scream makes him jump slightly- but there's no hint of horror or fear, just surprise- and when she walks away he openly watches her ass]

That's right. Have to start somewhere, right?

[burning_fenceposts]

Indeed.

[He was precise and methodical in his cleaning, but he was also quick and it wasn't long before the bleach wipe was tossed into the trash bin under the table and he was arching a brow at the handsome young thing, patting the table as if to say 'Well..']

[le_mat]

[said pretty young thing grinned wolfishly, hopping onto the table with ease. Once he was up there it was clear he wasnt wearing shoes, toes painted a rich dark red, and clothes loose and easy to remove. He wasn't half nude like some of the more experienced people here, but he knew what he was here for]

How's this, Mr. Darcy~?

[burning_fenceposts]

[Hey, if the boy wanted to risk walking around on a sharps tarp with no shoes, so be it. He just wasn't allowed to bitch if he ended up with a sharp in his foot.

Besides, the color did suit him.]

Just Darcy is fine. And, unless you want me to put a needle in your hands, feet, or face, I'm going to need a little more skin to work with.

[le_mat]

[He seems a little disappointed in being asked to drop the 'Mr.' but doesn't argue it. Instead, he pulls up his shirt, sliding it up and over his head. The shirt was baggy and loose, but the body under it was lean and toned- someone that worked out regularly and took care of themselves, though not extremely muscled. Tight.

After a moments thought he takes off his glasses too, tucking them in his pocket]

And I'm Joker.

[burning_fenceposts]

[That disappointment caused a slight arch to the older man's brow, but he could understand the appeal.]

If 'Mr. Darcy' is more your style, that is alright as well. Please fold that shirt, don't just leave it there in a heap.

[le_mat]

[His lips quirk at that, like he won something, but he does fold up the shirt as asked]

So what do you have in mind?

[burning_fenceposts]

Usually that is my line, you know. Buffets are about new people coming around to see what they might like, not coming around and asking what the dom might like to do to them.

[He smirked, the expression more then a little wicked.]

That is a great way to find yourself in over your head.

[le_mat]

[He laughs brightly]

That's what safewords are for. If I want to learn I can't just say what I want...

[burning_fenceposts]

[He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he pulled on a fresh pair of black nitrile gloves.]

Safewords are for scenes, not demos. Let's start this nice and slow, shall we? For the purpose of this demo, if you say 'stop', I will do so.

[Implying that he wouldn't otherwise?]

[le_mat]

[Ren had watched enough videos to know that 'stop' in a scene doesn't always actually mean stop. So he nods]

Understood.

[burning_fenceposts]

[He wasn't sure if it actually was understood, but he went with it, nonetheless. Turning to his table of goodies, he plucked up his spray bottle of alcohol and some gauze, turning back to spray down a good bit of the boy's left pec and shoulder.]

We'll start off nice and go from there.

[le_mat]

Okay. I don't know my limits yet so... please bear with me.

[Even with just the slightly cool liquid though he squirms, his chest apparently sensitive]

[burning_fenceposts]

Of course. That's why you're here, right? To find those limits under the supervision of someone patient enough to call it off if they think you're about to reach them.

[The boy was wonderfully responsive. The alcohol was chilled and the air current no doubt made it even cooler against the skin, but even so outright squirming at just that sensation was a wonderful bonus.

He spoke while he worked, setting three blue capped needles on a piece of sterile paper next to the boy.]

Apparently, sensation play would also be a good avenue for you to explore. You react beautifully to cold...

[le_mat]

I guess I've always been kinda sensitive for a man.

[He eyes the needles, but there's no fear- just a perked interest]