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Ben Browder and Cillian Murphy. Discussions. (Players Only)
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March 28th, 2006 - 10:43 am
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Ben Browder and ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) c_murphy. Discussions.
Will be cross-posted.
Players Only.
The puppy is sleeping on his beanbag in the hallway, tired from his morning run with Ben and then an afternoon walk with Cillian. He bends down to scratch at the pup's ears anyway and just smiles at him. "Such a sweet little guy you are," he whispers before moving on to find Ben in the office working on something. He turns away to not disturb him, but stops and takes a couple of breaths before moving into the room. "Ben, can we talk a bit when you get a break in your work?" His eyelashes sweep down and then back open. "I..." he hesitates and then stops, waiting for an answer.
Looking up, Ben sees Cillian's expression and nods, closing his laptop. "Now is good," he states. "In here or somewhere else?"
"Somewhere comfortable." He grins a bit. "Somewhere you can hold me." Cillian plays with his fingertips and lets out a breath. He knows that Ben does not mind him interrupting, but he is still getting used to the idea that he really does have the right to come in and ask for something from Ben. Normally he would wait, but Cillian is well aware that these feelings are not going anywhere on their own.
Rising with a nod, Ben moves over to the boy and kisses him gently before drawing him out into the living room where he can tug Cillian down onto his lap on the couch. "Alright...what's on your mind, darlin'? You've got my undivided attention."
With a sigh, Cillian lets himself settle back into Ben's embrace. He is quite content to sit there, but now that he has Ben's attention he needs to let him know what is up. "Things have been kind of for me since Maggie and Saturday night. I have not said anything until now because I was trying to work through it on my own." Cillian turns a bit of a sheepish smile to Ben, knowing that he should be talking about these things before they become issues. "Would you be willing to maybe take me down, like really far under and just make me yours for a day?" He turns luminous eyes up to Ben's. "I need that reconnection to get her and her horrid words out of my head."
Ben strokes Cillian's face, looking down into those huge eyes. "You can always come to me with anything, darlin'--I want you to." He kisses the boy gently. "and yeah, I can do that...I think I'd like that myself...completely possess you and own you for one day; bend you to me."
He shivers at the words, the idea of bending and being possessed. An entire day as Ben's boy, his sub...completely open to and at the mercy of his every whim. "Yes, please Sir. I want that so much and really think that I need it even more than that." He presses in close and kisses Ben's chin.
"Today?" Ben asks, running a hand down Cillian's back. "Or another day?" He's already hard though, just thinking about it...imagining Cillian completely under, totally in subspace all day long. Cillian is so beautiful when he's under.
"Whenever you want, y chree. I have the most available time." He grins and kisses Ben's cheek. "I've already interrupted you today, but maybe tomorrow would be a good day. We can plan to put aside the time for us." His grin is shy, even after all this time with Ben.
"Not interrupted," Ben corrects. "But tomorrow...first thing, I think would be perfect. I'll wake you up to it." He kisses the full lips.
"Oh, yes Sir, please." He shivers again under the kiss and the words, his body arching closer and harder into Ben's. Cillian is already feeling tremendously better about everything and he lets out a tiny, content sigh.
~~A bit later~~
Rambling through the house, Cillian straightens a bit here and there...stuff that really doesn't need anything done to it. He gets to the closet in the their room and starts to move things about. He uncovers a medium-sized chest that he does not recognize. Pulling it out, he settles down and takes a look at it. Opening it, he pulls off a layer of material to find a small collection of knives. He pulls them out one by one and examines them - his heart trip-hammering in excitement and interest. Cillian had always wanted to play with knives, but has never before known someone he would trust to wield them. He pockets two of them and heads back out of their room.
Ben is downstairs fixing a sandwich when Cillian comes down again, he looks up as the boy enters, smiling. "Hey darlin'," he greets. "Finished cleaning or taking a break?"
Ducking his head, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the knives. "I found these today and I was wondering if we might or you might play with them and me...together." Cillian blushes and leans in closer.
"Well..." Ben laughs. "That's unexpected. Found my trunk, did you?" He takes the knives, opening one of them and running his finger lightly along the blade. "You been holding out on me sweetheart, knife kink?"
Blushing even more, Cillian nods a bit. "I've always liked knives, but they scare the shite out of me." Cillian shivers just a bit and wraps his arms around his waist. "I trust you, though." His eyes lift from watching Ben's finger run over the knife, wide and full of desire. He's hard already, but it is mostly hidden by his baggy pants.
"I won't let anything happen to you..." Ben promises, stepping closer to Cillian and letting the blade trail lightly down the boy's cheek.
Cillian's breath stutters as the blade caresses his skin. His eyes slide mostly closed and without realizing it, he sways slightly. "God, Ben. I know you never would." His hands grip tightly together, fingers turning just a bit white.
Ben stops then, laying the knife to the side and wrapping a steadying arm around Cillian. "That's it..." he murmurs, kissing the pale throat.
Eyes following the knife, he slides right into Ben's embrace. Cillian's places his head on Ben's shoulder, tilted far enough to the side to not interrupt the kisses. "I love you, Ben." He brings his arms up to wrap tight about Ben.
"Love you too, darlin'...more than I could ever explain..." Capturing the boy's lips again, Ben kisses him long and hard and possessing. |
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