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Daniel and Sendhil Talk About What's Next

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 23:13:25 GMT

[players not pups, takes place early September]

"If you keep doing that," Sendhil mumbles as Daniel's hands card through his hair, "I'm going to fall asleep." Not that he's complaining, really. These quiet moments half in headspace with his head in Daniel's lap on the sofa are very much something to treasure.

"Is that a problem? You're working hard," Daniel loves that Sendhil doesn't film every single day, benefits of a supporting role in an ensemble, but the days he films are long, tiring affairs. A little quiet cuddling on the sofa after dinner is the sort of thing he feels is entirely in order, and if one or both of them happens to fall asleep in the process, well, they make it to bed eventually. "Besides, you're comfy when you sleep."

"Mmm. Am I?" Sendhil opens his eyes and smiles up at Daniel. "My head's kind of made of bones. A bone. Something like that."

"Your perfectly formed skull wasn't really what I was thinking about," Daniel chuckles, tracing Sendhil's cheekbone. "I just meant being close and cozied up."

"I do like that," Sendhil grins, nuzzling against Daniel's hand. "I've been spoiled lately."

"Care," Daniel protests, "isn't spoiling. It's my prerogative when you're wearing my collar, too." Which reminds him. "We should so that soon. Very soon. We agreed and then never actually got the collar for you. Lax of me. I'm sorry."

"That's fine, Sir," Sendhil smiles, "as long as it's coming. I'm happy to wait for you to find one you like. I want it to mean something when you see it on me."

"I want you to choose too. You'll be wearing it, quite regularly I hope." Daniel's thought about this. "It has to be right for us both."

"I know," Sendhil agrees. "But I want you to pick it. And if I don't like your first choice, we'll pick another, okay?"

"Well then it's done, I've picked four I really like. One should suit you, I hope. You're off day after tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Sendhil nods. "Are we going to go look?"

"Sure, we can make a day of it. Buy a collar, put it on you, see what happens next?" Daniel isn't entirely sure, he's heard that some people do elaborate ceremonies, sometimes inviting dozens of spectators, like a wedding. But that's not them. And anyone he'd even begin to imagine sharing a moment like this with is in the UK anyway.

Sendhil laughs. "Sure. That sounds good. Is anything going to change, do you think?"

"I don't know, I think maybe some things can, and it'd still be us," Daniel skirts a hand down over Sendhil's chest, rubbing slow circles. "I don't want the fundamentals of who we are to shift too much, do you?"

"No," Sendhil agrees. "But I've always felt submissive to you. So that just is, I think. I guess I'm curious if you have any expectations, anything you want in a boy that you're not getting from me yet."

"Mm, like rules, you mean? Or standing orders?" Daniel's not thought too much about that. "Things I always want or something?"

"Right," Sendhil agrees. "Things you want from me. You've been giving me so much of what I need, just having these evenings like this," he admits, reaching up and stroking Daniel's chest in little circles.

The tenderness breaks something fragile in Daniel's chest and he makes a sound, half sigh, half whimper. "This isn't just for you," he whispers.

"Hey," Sendhil murmurs, reaching up higher and tracing his thumb over Daniel's lips. "I know. I've seen the way you look at me, Sir."

"I just don't want you to think I don't have my hand in," Daniel takes Sendhil's hand, kissing his thumb, his fingertips. "I know I don't talk about what I need, what I want enough. I don't make things clear."

"You make things clear in some areas," Sendhil argues. "I'm clear that you love me and I'm clear that you get something out of my submission. And I'm clear that you're figuring things out about yourself as you go along sometimes," he smiles. "And I'm honored to be a part of that."

So maybe he's not so opaque. "I've felt like I'm too tentative for you. Too lost in my own head."

"Too tentative for me or more tentative than you'd like to be? To me you feel... measured, maybe, in scenes, but not at all like you're holding back. You're patient, that's a good thing," Sendhil suggests, his hand moving slower to stroke Daniel's stomach.

"I don't make measures like that for myself," Daniel shakes his head, staving off the idea, but also the low smolder of arousal from Sendhil's easy touch. "I just keep waiting to wake up and find that you've grown tired of my not knowing things it feels like I should know, I suppose. Self-doubt."

"What kinds of things do you mean?" Sendhil asks, a genuinely confused frown on his face. "You're experienced with kink. You're good at it. You're intuitive about my needs. I don't see anything missing there. If you're going through self-discovery, then I'm here to support you through that. You don't have to have all the answers right now."

"I don't know, that's what I mean," Daniel shrugs. "Maybe it's just imposter syndrome. maybe I just feel like I'm more lucky than I deserve to be."

"Do I need to remind you how awesome you are on a regular basis, then?" Sendhil teases.

"Never believe your reviews, your performance is only as good as you feel about it," Daniel intones, seriously, a dogma that's the only way he can do what he does. "And now I'm blathering on about my neuroses, I guess. How do you put up with me?"

"I don't put up with you, I adore you," Sendhil points out. "And I'm going to keep telling you that whether or not you believe the reviews. Don't be so hard on yourself, Sir," he suggests, nuzzling Daniel's wrist.

"Come here," Daniel opens his arms, beckoning Sendhil to sit up, let himself be held, "please. I... I'm hard on myself because I don't know how to be sure I'm not making mistakes. And yet it seems to be a mistake in itself. I'm not sure how to stop, but maybe you could help. You do help," he corrects, "you've brought me out of the place where I'd hid myself away. You've made me trust. You've made me love. You've made me happy, though I guess it doesn't sound that way right now, does it? I'm sorry I got all maudlin."

"It's okay," Sendhi smiles, pressing his lips to Daniel's. "Rome wasn't built in a day. You're doing well."

"Am I? That feels like the sort of reassurance I'm meant to be giving you," Daniel brushes his lips against Sendhil's jaw, holding him closer. "I'm thinking maybe we should move to areas where we're on a more even footing?"

"Like what?" Sendhil asks, his arms slipping easily around Daniel's waist.

"Back to my hopes for you, as my collared boy, for one," Daniel suggests. "I have a feeling that you have some ideas in that department, don't you?"

Sendhil smiles. "Well, what we've been doing here, in Toronto, is a lot of it. You know I need quiet times in headspace, and after scenes. I think we're back to your expectations now."

"Times like tonight, just quiet, coming down from work," Daniel rubs Sendhil's back. "When I'm working I'll need a lot of this. The pace..." Daniel quirks an eyebrow. "I'm just assuming that you'll be with me part of the time. I hope you can be. I won't be starting until after you're done here."

"As much as possible," Sendhil promises. "I'll be with you whenever I can, maybe do some of the stuff you've been doing for me here. Having food ready... maybe not food I cooked," he laughs. "I might have to work at some point, if anything comes up, but we'll figure it out. Do you know where you'll be filming?"

"The only sure locations for now are London, the studio stuff, and India," Daniel tries to recall the full list of possibles. "Lots of Europe in this one, though, it seems. But we'll be in India for a while. Delhi."

Sendhil nods. "You'll have to keep me away from certain publicists if I set foot in India," he laughs. "I got trouble for not doing enough promo because I was filming here. I did a little in Mumbai but I never went to Delhi."

"We will ensure that you're not beset upon by the fifth estate," Daniel lumps publicists, spokespeople and media all together. "If you want to come along. If you want to skip it, I'd understand. It might not be the most luxurious time."

"I don't need luxury. If you need me there, then I'm there. I just may spend a lot of time in the hotel," Sendhil laughs. "It's a lot easier to convince people that you really do not speak the language when you're blonde," he teases, ruffling Daniel's hair.

"You don't speak... well there's what, 200 languages in India or something?"

"Ish," Sendhil laughs. "I don't know any Hindi at all. I know enough Kannada to sort of get by, but that's the other end of the country. Where my dad's from," he explains. "Both my parents are from the Southern part, and they both speak Kannada and Hindi and Tamil but I... don't," he smiles sheepishly. "My Spanish is better than my Kannada."

"We'll be in Spain!" Daniel laughs. "We're getting off topic, though, aren't we?"

"Only a little," Sendhil smiles.

"So, rules and expectations, yeah?" Daniel tries to think of any. "This is where, if I were some people I know, or know of, I'd say that you have to always be prepped and when you're home you're naked, and I expect a blowjob every morning, right?"

Sendhil snorts. "But that's not you, obviously," he points out, lightly scratching at Daniel's chest through his shirt. "It's good to know things, though, like..." Sendhil thinks a moment, remembering his relationship with Olga though he doesn't think it's a good idea to mention her specifically. "Well, okay, like household stuff. Do you want to split the chores evenly or is there something that you can't stand and are definitely going to relegate to me because you can?" he jokes.

"Very much not me, I prefer more spontaneity to our sexual doings, anyway," Daniel nods. "Household chores? I don't really think about that. I pay some nice ladies to come clean my house once a week, you know, dusting and hoovering and scrubbing bathrooms and things. Were you thinking of something specific?"

Sendhil shakes his head. "No, that's just the kind of expectation it's good to know about. What about the collar, once I have it? Should other people not touch it? Can I take it off and put it on myself or is that only for you?"

"Mmm, I think it'd be good if others didn't touch it, but I imagine if anyone were touching you that intimately when you're wearing it, I'd know, or be there," Daniel thinks, then has a realization. "Do you want something you can wear all the time except at work?"

"Depending on the collar, I could wear it a lot of the time," Sendhil suggests. "Most people don't really get that a collar's not just jewellery."

"Makes me rethink what sort to get you, though," Daniel traces Sendhil's throat, easy fingertips over his Adam's apple. "Maybe platinum, something thinnish, discreet, but still a collar."

"That sounds good," Sendhil smiles. "You're right, discreet means I can wear it more. Though I still want kinky people to know what means."

Daniel nods, fingers sliding back along the line where the collar will sit. "Maybe two, one for every day, one for more formal times? I don't know, I'm just throwing out ideas. I don't know what'll be comfortable for you. That's what's important to me."

"I think just one. I like the ritual of it, the symbolism," Sendhil explains. "But thin is good, either leather or metal."

"We'll go look, then," Daniel nods, pulling Sendhil closer. "I love you. I'm... thankful for this."

"I'm just as thankful," Sendhil reminds him gently, pressing close. "I'm glad we're doing this together."

"Sometimes I marvel that we're here, that we're doing this." Daniel murmurs against Sendhil's lips. "I love you so."

"We're just people," Sendhil smiles, kissing him tenderly. "Falling in love. Seems natural to me. Seems like something you deserve," he adds, thumb rubbing at Daniel's waist under his shirt.

"I'm trying to, at least," Daniel pulls his shirt off, encouraging more touching. "You do. More every day."

"We'll learn all these things over time, Sir," Sendhil says, tracing gently circles on Daniel's chest. "We have the basics. One of the things I learned, being in a kinky marriage, is that things adjust. Maybe not always for the better, in that case, but I believe in us. We're very well matched. We're going to learn what works for each other, day to day."

"And we've been doing that, haven't we?" Daniel holds on tightly. "My wise, wise Sendhil. You're an old soul, aren't you, to be so calm and rationed all the time."

Sendhil smiles and shrugs. "I've been told that, once or twice. I have my moments, though," he admits, kissing Daniel's jaw. "I'm sure you'll see, eventually."

"We'll deal with it together, just like we've dealt with everything," Daniel promises. "With wisdom and love and all those good things."

"There you go, sir," Sendhil smiles, another kiss to his mouth. "That's the spirit."

Daniel and Sendhil Have a Scene at the Toronto Establishment

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 17:38:36 GMT

[players not pups, backdated to July 22]

Sendhil's on his knees, by his own request, naked, forehead resting against Daniel's knees. He's found himself in this position a lot lately, and it settles him tremendously, as does Daniel's inevitable gentle hand raking through his curls, massaging his scalp. He drifts easily into subspace as he breathes, their surroundings a tangible reminder of what's on the menu. They've played in their apartments, but it's a Friday night at the Establishment and that means a slightly expanded set of possibilities, enough of a range that Sendhil doesn't even bother to think about it, just giving himself over to whatever Daniel chooses to do with him tonight.

"You have one choice you must make tonight," Daniel tells his boy, so perfect and perfectly enticing as he obviously makes his way down into the beautiful quiet of his headspace. He doesn't like making choices when he's down, but this one decides the course of the whole evening. "Do you want pain?" Pain is a different thing to just hurting, pain is serious. And rare.

Daniel's voice is smooth and serious in Sendhil's ears, and he responds instinctively to that in his subspace, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He has to pause to ask himself the question, though--pain? Does he want that tonight? He thinks, just for a moment, and though he's been subbing to Daniel in Toronto, though that's familiar, there's something appealing about going deeper, to a place he's only trusted two people with in his life. They have the whole weekend, it doesn't matter how long Sendhil has to stay down. Daniel will take care of him. "Yes, please, Sir," he murmurs. "I do want it."

"I'm going to tie you over the bench in rope," Daniel describes his plan sotto voce, bent forward near Sendhil's ear, close enough that his breath must be tickling against skin. "I'm going to take my time and make sure you're held nice and tight. Red silk ropes around your arms and torso, criss-crossing over your back," Daniel trails fingertips over Sendhil's shoulders, outlining the path his bonds will take. "Then my hand, and..." He takes a deep breath. "I think a crop and a cane, tonight." A finger slides along Sendhil's spine. "How does that sound?"

The murmurs in his ear, plans, spun in that delicious voice, can't help but make him half-hard, and Sendhil nods, swallowing. "Yes, please, Sir."

"Remind me of your safeword, then, my boy."

"Brussels sprouts, Sir," Sendhil replies with a tiny little smile reserved for their shared green vegetable distaste.

"Good boy. Go to the bench, while I get what I need. I'll be there in a few minutes." Daniel sits back, scruffing a gentle hand through Sendhil's hair, the familiar grounding touch a reminder of their connection.

"Okay, Sir," Sendhil smiles, glancing up before he stands and goes over to the bench. He arranges himself bent over it, knees on the padded rests, and gets comfortable in anticipation of the bondage that's coming next.

It doesn't take Daniel long to find what he needs, the rope not bright red as he'd envisioned, but a deeper burgundy which, he realizes, is even better. A crop and a good bamboo cane are easy to bring to hand and then he's striding across the room toward Sendhil, already artfully draped over the bench, a picture of submission and desire. But he stops short, just long enough to lay his tools on the bed, strip, and then set back to his task. He wants no delay later; when the pain is done, the segue to pleasure will be as seamless as possible.

Sendhil can't see Daniel undressing, but he does hear the rustle of clothing, the telltale sound of a fly unzipping. He licks his lips in anticipation, his own stillness as his partner prepares the scene serving to further remind him of his submissive role tonight.

"You look perfect," Daniel praises, running both hands over Sendhil's back. "Comfortable?"

"Yes, Sir," Sendhil agrees, shivering when Daniel's hands touch his skin, pressing him to the bench, grounding him. "I want you to bind me. Please."

Chuckling, Daniel picks up the rope, pausing only to kiss Sendhil's shoulder. "I like it when you ask for what you need," he reminds, making a tight loop around Sendhil's wrist and the bench, instantly immobilizing that arm with just one simple turn of the rope. "Oh, this will be fun."

"I think so too, Sir," Sendhil replies with a smile, and then he falls silent, giving way to the methodical winding of the rope around his body. It's slow, with pauses for Daniel to strategize, and that's one of the reasons Sendhil's always liked rope. The act of binding itself becomes a process, a ritual, something drawn out that he can use to get deeper into his head.

There is a special skill to rope, especially when you want it to be secure as possible and yet easy to undo at the end. Daniel loses track of the time, it's not at all important in the face of doing it right. When he stands up, confident that he's got it complete, there's only one sure test. "How does it feel?"

"Mmmm," Sendhil smiles, pressing a little with his limbs, feeling the firmness of it all holding him down, multiple lines across his body in different places with his ass still exposed, available. "Wonderful, Sir."

"And this?" Daniel brings his hand down, swift and flat, across Sendhil's arse, the sound echoing in the room. Sendhil's reply is a little whimper, a slight shift in his hips restrained by the rope.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, but I've had another idea," Daniel smirks and bends to kiss Sendhil's neck, below his ear. "Stay here," he jokes. He's gone but a a brief moment, though, and when he returns it's with lube-slicked fingers, two slowly twisted into Sendhil's arse. "And this? Like this?"

That gets a low, needy moan, Sendhil's cheek rubbing against the bench. "Yes," he hisses. Maybe his commentary would be cheeky if he weren't in headspace, but right now all he can process is more.

That's all the response Daniel needs, and he takes his time with this, just as with the rope, enjoying Sendhil as much as preparing him. He watches, struck by how much he can see, what can be told just from his vantage point: how Sendhil breathes, the little shifts of his bound body. "Doing so well," he whispers, quiet praise, not wanting to shake Sendhil out of the peace of nothing being asked of him but to release himself into pleasure.

"Mmmm," Sendhil replies, knowing that if Daniel needs words, he'll ask for them. That gentle, encouraging voice gets him right in his core, where it means something, and he doesn't have to prove anything.

"Just tell me," Daniel orders quietly, "if it's becoming too much."

Sendhil nods a little, breathing deeply and anticipating what's next, the promise of pain, though he doesn't know if that's coming right away or if Daniel's planning to wait. The uncertainty is good; he never asked to be in charge.

Daniel puts a firm hand on the small of Sendhil's back, a third finger slid into his body. "Sometimes I just can't resist you."

Sendhil just sighs encouragement, feeling his muscles gradually relax around Daniel's fingers. As they move, he adds a little moan.

"I love your sounds," Daniel reminds him. "You don't have to be quiet," though Sendhil usually is, and that's okay. Of course, that will likely change once the cane is in play. But they have to get there, and Daniel's just not ready to stop what he's doing. Not yet, anyway. He presses deeper, stroking just the right spot, slowly. Mixing pleasure play and pain play makes Daniel feel ridiculously normal. He sighs in his own satisfaction.

Sendhil nods again, and he does let out a louder moan as Daniel's fingers become more insistent, directly rubbing against the area that feels the best. It goes right to his dick, trapped between him and the bench, and again it's that feeling of nowhere to go that turns Sendhil on the most.

"You like that, don't you?" It's a ridiculous rhetorical question, but Daniel wants Sendhil listening, focused on his words. "I could keep doing this all night. Or you could tell me when it's pushing you too close to the edge, and that's when I'll start to hurt you. Understand?"

Sendhil makes another little keening sound and nods quickly. He's not quite to that point, but it might not take long, not with the bondage and the fog of headspace and Daniel's fingers working him like this.

"Very good," Daniel kisses Sendhil's back, right below where the ropes end, and down his spine, and across to his hip, fingers never still. Crouching, he kisses Sendhil's thigh and nuzzles his arse, watching the penetration from the macro view.

"Oh God," Sendhil mumbles after a moment. Daniel's down there, watching him. He knows it and it's a little embarrassing but more arousing, knowing that he's pleasing his Sir. "I think... oh God, I think that's enough."

Daniel doesn't tease, he stands and eases his fingers from Sendhil's body with care. "Good boy," Daniel brings his hand down again, another resounding smack, then another, and a third. "Very good." A fourth, then a fifth. The heat is beginning to spread across Sendhil's skin and Daniel rubs along the path of the strikes, then smacks once more, harder still.

The praise makes Sendhil groan even before Daniel starts hitting him, but then the sounds start in earnest, soft but genuine. He relaxes further against the bench as he starts to feel his ass getting warmer, the sting of each smack building up.

"That's good," Daniel nods, though Sendhil can't see. "Very good." He keeps at it, until the heat under his palm makes him stop and touch again, grasping and kneading to savor it. "I like this."

"Me too," Sendhil mumbles, knowing that the endorphins are starting to kick in and moaning softly as Daniel's fingers dig into muscle.

Chuckling, Daniel steps around, kissing Sendhil's cheek. "Are you ready for the crop?" They've never gone quite this far before, this kind of hurt.

"Ready, Sir," Sendhil agrees, turning his face and offering a smile. He's taken far heavier pain, so it's not a concern, but it is something different for them, and he's looking forward to trying it with Daniel. There's an entirely different feel to the scene than the last time he was offered pain like this.

"Look at you smile." It shakes Daniel, in a good way, to see that, to see joy in Sendhil's response. And it's there for him too, he wouldn't have put that name to the feeling, not until he saw it reflected in Sendhil. But it's there, lightness in his chest, making him smile too as he takes a couple of test swings of the crop. The sound of it cutting through the air brings him a razor sharp focus on the task at hand.

The comment and Daniel's answering expression only break Sendhil's smile open wider, before he puts his head down again and prepares himself, muscles tensing in anticipation at the sound the crop makes. He feels ready, even invincible.

"Relax," Daniel reminds him, an easy hand down his spine. The first few hits of the crop are light, until he's sure of how this is going to go for Sendhil. He watches carefully.

Those first few do relax him, remind him not to flinch into it. Once he gets over the natural reaction, starts to link pain to his arousal and to his subspace, Sendhil's ass and thighs lose their tension, tightening only in the moments the crop strikes his skin.

"That's it, that's the way," Daniel offers praise he works, more strikes coming with no particular pattern or rhythm, just livid marks where Sendhil's skin blanches with the blows, all almost perfectly perpendicular across his delicious ass and thighs. "Just right."

Sendhil sinks into the praise, feeling the buzz of pain but focusing more on the encouragement Daniel's giving him. He focuses on relaxing even more, giving himself up to it.

Watching could be Daniel's undoing. It's easy to just get caught up in how Sendhil lets go, how he tries to push toward the pain, how he absorbs it. He turns the crop, using the full shaft and handle as a pseudo-cane. It's not as heavy and much more flexible, but it's a suitable run-up, and he's excited to see how Sendhil takes it.

Sendhil gasps in surprise when the sensation changes, and it takes a second for it to register. The difference shakes some sounds loose, soft exclamations as he pushes against the ropes just to feel them.

"Do you like that?" Daniel already knows the answer, but he wants to hear the affirmation that's already been spoken in Sendhil's movements, his sounds, the wordless response.

"Yes, Sir. Tight," Sendhil mumbles, his thought process too slow to realize that Daniel probably meant the new pain, not the bondage.

"Tight ropes? And good pain?" Daniel doesn't wait for the answer, stepping back to bring the shaft of the crop down across Sendhil's thighs again and again. "Yes, I can see it's good pain, you're doing just right," he praises.

"Nghhh," Sendhil moans, takes a few more strikes to get out a gasped "thank you." His thighs are starting to burn, and he's starting to really buzz on that. It's been so long that he forgot exactly what this feels like.

A few more strikes then Daniel sets the crop aside with a hum of satisfaction. "You're welcome," he assures as he pauses, bending over Sendhil's prone form to kiss his skin between the weave of the ropes. "You are so welcome. And you'll have more," he promises. "In just a moment." He wants just a few minutes to enjoy skin against heated skin, the thrill of silk rope.

"Mmm. Good, though," Sendhil murmurs. "Touching." He feels hypersensitive now, and the closer Daniel is the better, especially when he's not causing pain at that moment. Though it's different from what he's used to with a beating, it feels instinctively right to be intimate like this.

"Touching, because you're mine," Daniel agrees, "I like to touch what's mine, what belongs to me. You belong to me. My boy." He kisses Sendhil's nape, his nose in the sweat-dampened curls above. "Do you want more? The cane?"

"Yeah," Sendhil replies, feeling warm and satisfied all over at those words. He knows Daniel can't miss the bliss in his expression when he hears Daniel say that Sendhil is his; it's written plainly on his face. "Yes, please."

"I love that word coming from your lips, please," Daniel stands slowly, "I love you." He picks up the cane and gives a couple of testing swings. The weight is perfect in his hands, even after all the years its been.

"Love you, Sir," Sendhil murmurs, his body so calm that he's not even nervous about the cane as it whistles through the air. Where he is right now, it's all about the trust he has for Daniel, and that's something he's never had occasion to doubt.

Every swing of the cane takes Daniel a little higher, the mix of endorphins and arousal bringing him to where every motion, every sound, every twitch is noticed, assessed and enjoyed. "Gorgeous," he mutters. "Completely gorgeous."

The cane definitely breaks through the simple buzz of sensation on Sendhil's backside, real pain that makes him cry out with each strike as they get harder. But it's good to just let go, to vocalize and feel some of the stresses of his day-to-day life leave his body with the intensity of the caning.

"Not too many, but just enough," Daniel speaks more for his own focus now than for Sendhil, "a few more," he doesn't want to waste Sendhil completely, just give him all he needs. It's a careful balance.

Sendhil makes a sort of a sound, but he's not bothering to really pay attention, knowing that Daniel will make it clear if he needs to respond. He's too happy just getting lost in this.

It's when the sounds change that Daniel knows they're done, when what he hears isn't just the energy of the blows traveling through Sendhil's body but something more. it only takes one hearing, and he's not going to push one strike of the cane further. "All right, that's all," he drops the cane aside and crouches down where Sendhil can see him. "You were perfect."

Sendhil whimpers softly, frowning just a little because he can hear "perfect" and that's good but he can't reach out for Daniel.

"It's okay, just relax," Daniel strokes Sendhil's hair. "I'm going to untie you, it will only take a minute," and he's already undoing the knot, one handed, he managed this just as he'd hoped. "Lots of touch, I'm here with you, just take deep breaths for me, Sendhil."

"Mmm-hmm," Sendhil mumbles to show he's still here, concentrating on the meaning of the words and breathing as he's told, the deep breaths coming easy with his body so relaxed.

Meditative is okay for the tying process, but now is the time for speed, and it's not a minute before the rope is dropping to the floor around the bench and Daniel is rubbing Sendhil's back, kissing the skin, hot where the rope had pressed. "There we are, you can move now."

"Sir," Sendhil murmurs, shifting and reaching for him, trying to move off the bench at the same time. The rope was good, the rope was wonderful, but now he wants to be on the bed and covered completely with Daniel, his breathing restricted by his Sir's weight.

"Hold on," Daniel's a little alarmed that Sendhil's going to topple right over. "Here, hold onto me, don't try to get up alone," he gets his arm around Sendhil's shoulders. "Are you ready for the bed?"

"Yeah," Sendhil nods. "Bed. C'mon," he agrees, leaning on Daniel and using him to get to his feet.

"Okay, easy," and Daniel's thankful that the bed is already turned down, and he can pull the covers back the rest of the way with just one hand before helping Sendhil ease down. "There you go, get comfortable, relax for me."

"Here," Sendhil requests, reaching out and trying to tug Daniel with him. "Sir, come here."

"I'm right here," Daniel promises, sliding onto the bed right beside him, tight against him as quickly as possible, stroking his hair again, kissing his shoulder. "What else do you need?"

"Get... on top of me," Sendhil directs, words coming honey-slow as he rolls to his back and hisses at the pressure on his ass. "On top. Tight."

"On top?" Daniel complies, trying to understand what Sendhil's needing, sprawling over him, a leg thrown over to bracket, his torso pressing almost completely over Sendhil's. "Like this?"

"Mmm-hmm," Sendhil agrees, wrapping his arms around Daniel, holding tight as if he might float away. He whimpers at the pain, because his ass really does hurt, but it's good, feeling that pain and feeling Daniel's weight and his closeness. He squirms a little, his whimpers changing in tone.

"Are you all right?" Daniel watches carefully. He understands now, he's replacing the ropes, holding Sendhil down, keeping him from getting lost in the flood of endorphins and emotions overtaking him. "It hurts, is it too much?"

"No!" Sendhil gasps, shaking his head. "Good." He rocks a little more, his erection rubbing against Daniel's hip, lifting his head to nuzzle into Daniel's neck.

"Okay," Daniel wraps his arms around Sendhil and holds him as tightly as he dares. "Love you."

"Love you... Sir," Sendhil manages in between breaths, moaning at the almost-painful friction against his cock as he moves.

"Here, relax," Daniel wraps his hand around Sendhil's cock, stroking slowly. "Let me take care of you."

Sendhil just nods, his moans quickly getting loud. "Can I.... can I..." he gasps after just a couple of minutes.

"Yes, yes," Daniel whispers, a contrast to the gorgeous sounds Sendhil is making. "Go ahead, please."

Sendhil's hips rock a little harder with the position and he nearly screams at the combination of the pain and orgasm hitting him all at once. Things go white for a few seconds, and he really doesn't want to move ever again.

Daniel's quiet, letting the moment settle. He shifts enough to take some pressure off, he's sure that the high is ebbing and the last thing he wants is for Sendhil to crash. But otherwise he leaves the moment undisturbed, just holding on.

"Love you," Sendhil mumbles when he gets enough of his brain back to find words--those words at least. The need to be covered up and pinned down is subsiding, but he still needs touch, and to that end he nuzzles into Daniel's neck, lips errantly brushing the skin he finds.

"Want to turn over? I don't want you hurting." Daniel's a little bit anxious to get pain reliever in and on Sendhil's body, maybe an ice pack.

"Kay," Sendhil mumbles, easy-going and pliant. He hisses as he turns though, the pain starting to invade his conscious.

"That's my boy," Daniel whispers. "Just settle with me now." He'll take care of things in a few minutes. For now, he just needs Sendhil in his arms.

"Yes, Sir," Sendhil mumbles, breathing away the pain.

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Daniel and Sendhil in Toronto

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Wed, 27 Jul 2011 23:40:49 GMT

[players not pups, takes place June 25]

"So I went out on a limb," Daniel brings the bowls of pico de gallo and queso and guacamole to the table. He'd decided that since finding takeaway Tex-Mex or California Mex or anything even remotely Mex-ish was impossible, he'd just make it himself. "I hope you don't have a coronary. Speaking of which, do we want sour cream?"

Sendhil hasn't been paying attention, really--his nose noticed spice, but he was so wrapped up in his script that he didn't put two and two together. Now he has, and his eyes widen, a bright grin spreading across his face. He strides to the table and spontaneously drops right to his knees at Daniel's feet, clasping his hands in front of his chest. "You are my hero right now. If I have a coronary they'll drag me away happy."

"You're dangerous down there, you're making me think of things other than dinner," Daniel laughs as he bends to kiss Sendhil happily. "The fajitas will burn, then you won't be so happy."

"All right, all right," Sendhil laughs, using Daniel's shoulder to haul himself up again. "Yes to sour cream."

"So, like I said, I went out on a limb," Daniel explains, "and I don't mean dinner. I... took an apartment up here. Just for the rest of your time, well, it's month to month and told them through to November was likely."

"What?" Sendhil's grin gets impossibly wider. "You did? Really?"

"Yes," Daniel brings the rest of the food to the table, chicken and vegetables sizzling and steaming. "And guess where?"

"I don't know. Where?" Sendhil asks, distracted just a little by the sight of fajita fixings, all ready for him to stuff into his face.

"There," Daniel points out the sliding glass door that opens onto the balcony, open now to let in the late evening breeze. "Right across the greenway. My place even faces this way. Ninth floor."

"Oh, wow," Sendhil laughs. "So we can wave our arms at each other from afar."

"Or, and I think this is even better," Daniel passes the basket of warmed tortillas Sendhil's way, "I can see when you get home and come over. Or you could come right over when you get home, and our... discretion remains intact, same parking lot, and there's the skyway between the buildings."

"I'd like that," Sendhil smiles, reaching for the veggies and piling some into a tortilla, along with some chicken. "Like living together, but our own spaces."

"We might get spoiled," Daniel warns, "being so close. Walking distance. It'll be nice."

"I deserve spoiling. It's no fun, missing you," Sendhil says before he lifts a loaded rolled-up fajita in his hands and gets his mouth around the end.

"Well it's not as if I enjoy missing you, either," Daniel smiles as he puts together his food, heavy on the guacamole. "But we don't have to worry about that. We'll load up on together time. You'll be sick of me."

"Yeah, you try to make that happen," Sendhil laughs, just feeling exuberant about the news. "This is so good, thank you for cooking."

"You're welcome, you know I love it. I get all meditative in the kitchen," Daniel reminds him, "and the knives are surprisingly good for a furnished place. So, how's work? Or should I ask?"

"It's the same, you know? You get into a routine. Drama and suspense, gotcha, check, I'll be sure to warm up my shock face." Sendhil laughs.

"The TV Guide article that I read promised intrigue this season with your father," Daniel notes. "So at least there's that?"

"Dum dum dum," Sendhil hums ominously, though he's cracking a smile as he does it, taking another messy bite. "No, I'm kidding, it's an interesting role. TV just has a sort of grind... less intense than film, but sometimes more exhausting I think."

"Definitely a much longer slog," Daniel agrees. "Which means that while you slog and I'm a man of leisure, I'm just going to have to take extra care of you."

"That does sound appealing," Sendhil smiles, nudging Daniel's foot under the table. "I'm enjoying it so far."

Squeezing Sendhil's hand, Daniel makes a promise. "I'll make sure to keep it that way."

"Doesn't take much effort, Sir," Sendhil points out, squeezing back gently.

"You're worth every bit that I put forth, and then some." Daniel eats quietly for a few minutes. "So you're off at the weekend, right?"

"Yep," Sendhil nods. "Did you have something planned?"

"Nothing in particular. I ordered in a bit of equipment, thought maybe we could try out the underbed bondage kit."

"Ooh, bondage." Sendhil grins. "I could go for some bondage."

"Yeah?" Daniel's eyes light. "I thought maybe you might. I'll tie you up tight and... tickle you with a feather duster!"

"Okay, that not fair," Sendhil laughs. "Tickle me?"

"No? No fun? Hmm," Daniel puts on his 'I'm thinking' face. "Tie you up and make you watch obscure Canadian cultural TV programming?"

"Please Sir, not the cultural programming!" Sendhil snickers and heaps more sour cream and guac onto his second fajita. "I'll behave myself and everything."

"Oh yes, Royal Canadian Opera. Royal Canadian Ballet. Fishing The Hudson with Guy LeFleur!" Daniel makes a motion like casting a fishing line.

"If you make me watch fishing, we're getting the kinky equivalent of a divorce," Sendhil warns, narrowing his eyes. Though, he can't help but break into a smile a few minutes later. "If you want to do actual fishing when we get back to the boat, that's your business."

"Have you done? Fishing, I mean," Daniel looks at him curiously. "Should we start providing our own dinners? Rod and reel and nets? Oh, nets. I wonder what kinky things we could do with net?"

"Oh God," Sendhil laughs. "I didn't even think that." He scoops some pepper and onion that escaped his tortilla up with thumb and two fingers, sucking the juice from his fingertips after he's eaten the veg. "In answer to your question, I have fished, in the Gulf, but I'm not particularly into it."

"Mm, I think did enough when I was a kid, with my dad." Daniel spreads a tortilla liberally with guacamole. "I mean the fishing. Not kinky things with net. I'm stuck thinking about netty, kinky things."

"I can see that," Sendhil replies, a little smile on his lips, his eyes holding Daniel's with his most suggestive look when Daniel looks up. "What kinds of kinky things would you do with net, exactly?" he asks, grabbing another little mound of vegetables and sucking at the juices more deliberately, finger by finger.

"Hmm, I could tie you up in it. Well, roll you up in it," Daniel suggests after a bit of thought. "Hang you up in it, from a hook in one of those reinforced ceilings at the club. So that only the parts of you that I wanted to give attention were accessible, and otherwise you'd be all caught up like... Well like a man in a net."

"You know, I think that might be more practical with rope. But I like the idea of being tied up strategically like that," Sendhil smiles, sipping from his beer.

"I got rope too," Daniel reveals. "And a paddle and a crop, just to be different. And some tape, and a few more silicone cock rings, since our stash is in LA. Anything you'd like me to order? I figured those were just the basics."

"That sounds thorough," Sendhil laughs, scooting his chair back and getting up from the table, walking around behind Daniel and digging his fingers into Daniel's shoulders. "I like the tape."

"I know, and I like how you like it," Daniel laughs, looking up. "Is this thanks for the dinner or just an urge to touch? I've seen how tired you've been, I should be massaging you."

"I want to touch," Sendhil replies. "I like doing this, Sir," he explains, kissing the top of his head. "We'll relax on the sofa in a second."

"All right, I can't take very good care of my boy if he's always taking care of me," Daniel reaches back to walk his fingers up Sendhil's sides. "Love you."

"This is care," Sendhil argues, his tone softening as he moves the massage to Daniel's neck, thumbs working the muscles. "It's care for me because it gives me something to focus on, something that helps me settle." It's not just massage he means, but any little task like this, any little repetitive thing he can do physically to calm his mind. "I love you, too."

"Oh," Daniel instantly hears the subtext to what Sendhil's saying. "Okay. Well then, I'm not arguing. But we can move to the sofa and continue there if you want."

"Okay," Sendhil consents, stepping to the side to let Daniel up and taking their plates to the sink. He can rinse them later, for now he just follows Daniel to the sofa, snuggling up with him.

Daniel immediately goes for Sendhil's hair, fingers stroking soothingly through the curls. "This is going to be a good summer."

"Oh yes," Sendhil agrees, sighing deeply and pushing towards those gentle fingers against his scalp. It's like he just melts a little when Daniel's in the room, tension draining away.

"Maybe we'll decide to stay."

"In Toronto?" Sendhil mumbles, brain quickly losing the thread of things now that he's full and comfortable and being petted.

"Mm hmm. But wait, this is Canada. Winter happens here," Daniel grimaces comically. "Maybe I'll just plan to come back with you next season, is all."

Sendhil has to laugh at the realization of winter, but he nods, stroking Daniel's chest. "I would like that. LA's better for winter, anyway."

"Maybe while I'm here I should go and look at some of the condos around the corner," Daniel thinks aloud, but it's quickly getting to be the time when it's easier to be quiet and close, and that's fine too.

Sendhil shrugs. "Maybe. I don't know. This is nice."

"I was just thinking that if Daniel Craig is reported to own a home here, it wouldn't be surprising to anyone when he spends his summers here," he shifts, sliding down, pulling Sendhil on top of him. "With his boy."

"Maybe," Sendhil concedes, getting comfy and nuzzling into Daniel's neck. "But buying a condo just to cut off rumors seems excessive. Let them think what they want to."

"Not just for rumors, to have a place that's ours," Daniel gets his arms tight around Sendhil.

"I like that," Sendhil smiles, the tight hold relaxing him as it always does, making him relax fully into Daniel's body. "But I think if we want a place to be ours, LA makes more sense. I'm from Texas. I hate snow."

Daniel nods, sighing quietly as Sendhil settles against him. "We'll always have LA."

"What movie is that?" Sendhil smiles, fingers bunched up at the hem of Daniel's t-shirt. "We'll always have... something. What's the line?"

"Paris!" Daniel chuckles. "We'll always have Paris. From Casablanca. And if we were in LA I'd be putting the DVD in right now."

"I thought it was Casablanca, but I didn't want to get it wrong," Sendhil laughs, reaching up to stroke Daniel's cheek. "We'll watch it when we get back."

"It's a date," Daniel kisses Sendhil's fingertips with a smile, "you bring the popcorn."

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Daniel and Sendhil Meet the Families

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Thu, 30 Jun 2011 10:19:10 GMT

[players not pups, backdated to June 5]

"Daddy!" a little girl dressed entirely in purple squeals, barrelling down the stairs in front of the flat before Sendhil can walk up, throwing her arms around Sendhil's neck as he scoops her up.

"Hali! You're so big! Did you get bigger?" Sendhil grins and toussles her hair, kissing her cheek. Daniel's still sitting in the driver's seat on the curb, not wanting to be spotted by anyone with a camera, but Sendhil tosses him a big grin as he hugs his daughter.

"Nah! You're silly. I'm me-sized."

"I think you-sized might be a little bigger," Sendhil argues as Olga emerges with Alex in tow, dressed in a bright green t-shirt and blue shorts.

"Daddy! You're here!"

"I'm here!" Sendhil echoes, grinning and squatting down, depositing Halina on the ground and holding his arms out for a hug. Alex is a little slower, a little shyer, but he gives Sendhil a nice tight squeeze, pressing his face into Sendhil's neck.

"I missed you, Daddy. You weren't at my birthday party."

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'll be here for your next birthday party, I promise. I'll make it happen."

"Okay. Are we going to go eat lunch now? Mummy said we're going to go eat lunch with you."

"You are. With me and my friend and his daughter."

"Your friend has a daughter?" Halina asks. "Does she like to play games?"

"Oh, she's a little bit older than you, honey," Sendhil laughs. "But very nice I'm sure." He straightens up and kisses Olga's cheek. "I'll call you when we're on the way back."

"All right. No d-e-s-s-e-r-t," she says, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I promise," Sendhil laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. It wouldn't be the first time he'd delivered the kids back to Olga after caving to a request for sweets. "Good to see you."

"Yeah, you too," Olga agrees, her eyes sliding to the big black car and Daniel in the front seat. "Sometimes I can't believe you," she smiles, shaking her head. "In a good way. Have fun."

Sendhil just laughs and leads them to the car, holding open the back door. Daniel had procured a car seat and a booster cushion, fortunately, so they're all ready to go as he climbs in after Alex and helps him buckle into his seat. "I'm going to sit back here in case anyone needs anything," he explains to Daniel. "Kids, this is my very good friend, Daniel. This is Alex, and Halina."

"Mummy said you're a huge film star," Halina exclaims before Daniel can actually say anything, buckling herself into her seat. "Way bigger than Daddy."

"Is that so, Miss Halina? What else did Mummy say?" Daniel is amused by the little girl's forthrightness, but less so that Olga was delivering backhanded smacks at Sendhil in the process of complimenting him.

"That you and Daddy are boyfriends and you live in Los Angeles because there are lots of boys there who have boyfriends and lots of film stars too and also that you're from England where we live but you only come here sometimes like Daddy. Why don't you come to England more, Mr. Daniel?" Halina asks. "It's nice here."

Sendhil rolls his eyes, leaning across her to tug the door shut and nodding to Daniel that it's safe to start driving. "Take a breath in between sentences, baby, you'll get tired."

"I remember this stage," Daniel winks at Sendhil in the rearview mirror and pulls from the curb. "I come to England as often as I can, sometimes I work here, but mainly I work in other places, so that's why I travel back and forth. And yes, I'm Daddy's boyfriend." May as well just say so. He appreciates the candor.

"If you're Daddy's boyfriend, and Daddy's your boyfriend, does that mean that no one gets to be the fairy princess?" Halina asks, bouncing a little in her seat. "Because Mummy says that when I'm big I'll get married and I'll be my husband's fairy princess, but I want to be Prime Minister instead and make a lot of money."

"Uhh, well, erm," Daniel stops at a red signal and turns to look over his shoulder and shoot a "help!" look at Sendhil. "Um, I think perhaps Daddy's the fairy prince."

"I think it doesn't really matter," Sendhil smiles, trying his best to give Daniel a sufficiently calming look. "Like you said, you'd rather be the PM anyway. Not every couple has to have a fairy princess. All Mummy means is that you'll be very very special to whomever you marry, just like a fairy princess."

"Oh. So are you very, very special because Daniel is your boyfriend?"

"I am very, very special because you are my little girl," Sendhil counters, poking her stomach and making her giggle. "And because you are my little boy," he adds, ruffling Alex's hair.

"And you're a special little girl and boy, because your Daddy is someone I love very much," Daniel tells them, half assurance for them, half for himself, he thinks. "So are we all hungry for lunch?"

"Yes!" Alex pipes up, food obviously something he can get behind. He doesn't talk much, but when he does he can be enthusiastic enough.

"Where are we going? Is the food there good?" Halina asks.

"I think the food is pretty good, your Daddy and I helped to cook it!" They'd decided that the best place for a big family meeting type of lunch was the privacy of Daniel's place. Most of the meal is already waiting for them, with Ella in charge of finishing everything up. "We're going to my house. Do you like Daddy's cooking?"

"I don't remember it much," Halina says, and it breaks Sendhil's heart a little but it's true, she was only three when the divorce went through. "Are you good at cooking, Daddy?"

"Well, Daniel's much, much better. I learned to cook some things for you and your brother, though, when you were little."

"You did?"

"Yep. Lasagna and turkey burgers and meatloaf, and a few other things."

"And today we're having chicken with yummy sauce, and potato fingers and some fruit and, hmm, maybe something else," Daniel doesn't know what Ella was making, but she said it was kid friendly.

"I like chicken," Alex declares quietly.

"Me too," they're at yet another signal, so Daniel can turn and smile back at the little boy, entirely adorable with Sendhil's eyes. "It's my favorite."

Alex returns the smile. "Yay," he says, then goes back to examining his hands.

"Do you want to tell Daniel about your new doctor kit that Pathi got you for your birthday?" Sendhil suggests.

"Doctor!" Alex grins. "I want to be a doctor. Like Pathi."

"My mother," Sendhil explains with a little eyeroll when he catches Daniel's eye in the rearview mirror.

Daniel chuckles. "Will you help me when I have the sneezies?"

"Okay," Alex agrees cheerfully. They ride in silence for a few minutes, Halina's stream of chatter abated for once by her curiosity in what's going past outside the window, until they arrive at Daniel's place.

Daniel waits while Sendhil gets the kids unbuckled, opening doors to help them all out. "Now you get to meet my little girl, Ella. But she's not so little any more. Ella!" He calls for his daughter as they enter the house, newly redecorated with bright art on the walls and cozy colorful throw rugs and pillows. His color scheme of browns, tans and creams suddenly has new, vibrant life thanks to Ella and her best friend and roommate. "We're here."

"Oh yay, hi everybody," Ella emerges from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "I've just put the kettle on, and lunch is all ready." She squats down. "I know who you are, you're Alex and Halina! I've been waiting to meet you!"

"Wow. You're a grownup," Halina exclaims. "Daddy said you were Daniel's little girl, but you're not little," she says as Alex shakes his head in agreement.

"I'm 18," Ella tells her, "my Daddy just still thinks of me as his little girl. I think daddies always think of us as little. How old are you?"

"Five!" Halina replies, holding up five fingers. "Alex is only three." Alex holds up three fingers to confirm. "You're really pretty."

"Oh thank you, so are you," Ella smiles brightly, she likes these kids already. "And you are just as handsome as anything," she tweaks Alex's nose. "I'm no longer the cutest kid in town, clearly."

Alex giggles and jumps a little, then holds onto Sendhil's leg. "I want to be up, Daddy."

"Okay, then, up you go," Sendhil laughs, scooping Alex into his arms and kissing Ella's cheek. "It's lovely to finally meet you."

"And you, I loved Heroes," she giggles. "And Daddy's been smiling a lot. That says a great deal."

"Ella," Daniel fusses. "I smile. Sometimes. It's not like it's a rarity."

"I take credit," Sendhil stage-whispers, grinning at Daniel. "Is there anything we can do to help with lunch?"

"Carry a couple of things to the table? I figured that 'afters' might not be a good thing, but I made a sweet yogurt dip for the fruit, and some lightly steamed matchstick carrots." Ella leads the way to the kitchen, the table already set and waiting. "I nipped to Tesco and got cups that are little-hand friendly," she explains the bright yellow and blue plastic tumblers at the kid's spots. "And I found my booster chair in the storage. Daddy really doesn't remember that I'm grown up."

"Oh yes, I do, when I recall that you and Shazza are living here on your own, without anyone to protect you. In other words, don't remind me today, sweetheart." Daniel's quite proud, though, he realizes as he shuttles plates to the table, of how well Ella fares, and especially of her initiative in welcoming Halina and Alex.

"Be nice, Daddy. All right, everybody, lunch is served!" Ella waits for everyone else to sit. "The sauces in the blue bowls are everybody friendly, the ones in the white bowls are just for people who can take a bit of spice."

"Me!" Sendhil laughs.

"Not me," Halina says, making a face as she sits down and reaches for the white bowl. Sendhil pauses in helping Alex into his booster seat to help her before she spills all over the table, wrapping his hand around hers on the spoon.

"That's because you didn't grow up on my Pathi's curry," Sendhil points out. "My mom cooks pretty much American," he explains for Daniel and Ella. "But my grandmother stayed with us for a year when my sister and I were little, and she taught us to enjoy her food before she went back to Chennai. And then, you know how much I like Tex-Mex."

"I've seen him eat thick slices of jalapenos with the seeds and everything still in," Daniel says with a theatrical shudder. "I like a curry with chiles, but just plain on a nacho or something... no."

"At least you like queso," Sendhil shrugs, putting some food onto Alex's plate. "All is not lost."

"Chicken! Daddy, more chicken."

"How about you try those bites of chicken first, and then if you're more hungry, you have more, okay?" Sendhil suggests, winking at Ella and cutting it up for him.

"What's a queso?" Ella's lost, paying more attention to Halina's plate, which she's serving up with plenty of potato and carrot sticks.

"It's a cheese dip," Sendhil explains. "One of the more completely awesome Tex-Mex dishes, it's melted cheese and peppers and onion, served warm, and you usually dip tortilla chips in it. And my secret is to add a can of beer. It's probably the only recipe I have a secret about," he laughs. "I'm not anything like the cook your father is."

"Oh wow, that sounds ridiculously good. Cheese is always right, though." Ella has to try that some time. "Is it good? Alex do you like it?"

"Like what?" Alex frowns. "I like chicken."

Sendhil laughs. "He hasn't tried queso. He's pretty much a chicken, fish, potatoes, and broccoli man so far. But he'll try new things. You like Mummy's pierogi, don't you Alex?"

"Yeah! I like pierogi!" Alex agrees, hearing a word he knows. "Do you like pierogi?" he asks Ella, stabbing some chicken with his fork and awkwardly guiding it to his mouth.

"Her Mummy's English, silly, she doesn't know about pierogi," Halina interrupts. "Mummy makes pierogi cause she's Polish, and Daddy likes peppers cause he's from Texas, but that's not a country, but Poland is a country, and England is a country."

Alex frowns, confused, and eats some potato.

"I have had pierogi! Pierogi are great, especially when there's cheese. But I meant did you like the lunch!" Ella laughs, Halina's a little spitfire, she approves heartily. "Is everyone enjoying their lunch?"

"Yes. I like chicken," Alex repeats cheerfully, eating some more.

"He attacks his food with a singular focus," Sendhil smiles. "It's very good, Ella, thank you."

"Well, Daddy did the potatoes and gave me the recipe for the chicken, I just executed. I'm the sous chef when he's around." Ella smiles, glad that Sendhil is, so far, exactly as her father described, and the kids are pretty awesome.

"Halina, can you tell Ella what you want to be when you grow up?" Daniel would ask Alex, but he's very busy, indeed, with the chicken. "It's quite impressive."

"I'm going to be the Prime Minster," Halina says cheerfully. "What's your job, Ella?"

"Well, I think I'm going to be a teacher," Ella explains. "I go to university now to learn. If you're going to be Prime Minister, you're going to have to go to university one day too. And maybe law school, that'll take a long time. But I'm sure you can do it!"

"If I'm good in school," Halina nods earnestly.

"Well, plenty of time for that, baby," Sendhil smiles, helping Alex with his food in between his own bites. "For now your job is to have fun."

"Like you, Daddy. You get to play all day."

"Sort of," Sendhil laughs. "Acting isn't always like playing."

"Sometimes it's very very fun, sometimes it's very boring, sometimes it's very hard work," Daniel explains. "But I wouldn't want to do anything else."

"Because you're really famous," Halina nods, reminding them of her earlier assessment.

"No, because that's what he loves," Sendhil corrects. "And everyone should do what they love, if they can."

"Besides, being really famous isn't always fun. Sometimes people take pictures of you when you're scratching your nose like this," Daniel paws at his face in a silly way. "Then they put it on the telly and your mummy sees it!"

Alex giggles loudly at that, pointing across the table at Daniel and accidentally launching a potato finger at him. "Silly!"

"Sorry," Sendhil mumbles, though he's obviously trying really hard not to laugh.

"That's something important to know," Ella intones quite seriously, "my Daddy is always silly. That's what makes him awesome."

Daniel just picks up Alex's potato, drags it through one of Ella's sauces, and makes a big show of eating it happily. "Mmm mmm mmm."

Of course, that just makes Alex squeal with more laughter, clapping his hands.

"One point for the gentleman in the corner," Sendhil intones jokingly, inwardly thrilled that Daniel's such a good sport.

The lunch continues, with lots of fun stories told to the children, and Alex eating his weight in chicken, which makes Ella beam. "Does everyone want some dessert? Fruit sticks and yummy yogurt?" She skewered big chunks of melon on ice pop sticks, just right for little hands, and has more, sans sticks, for the adults. She's feeling very accomplished in making a nice afternoon for people she hopes are going to be a part of their lives for a very long time.

"Dessert!" Halina squeals, looking like she's achieved some major accomplishment.

"And thankfully, something Mummy won't kill me for," Sendhil laughs, scooting his chair back from the table. "Let me help you," he offers, following her to the fridge. While she gets the melon, he grabs the yogurt, briefly touching her shoulder. "Hey, I wanted to thank you for going to all the trouble for the kids with the cups and everything. You didn't have to do that."

"I love kids, and Daddy loves you, doing something easy for your kids was the least I could do," Ella shrugs, her face twisted a bit. "I figured if I could add another good thing into the mix, maybe things would end up better for Daddy this time."

Sendhil frowns at the reminder of Daniel's past relationships, and he squeezes her shoulder gently before letting go. "There's no reason for you to believe any promise I could make, Ella, but you should know that I'd sooner hurt myself than hurt your father. I feel good about where things are going."

"I know that it's not something that I can influence, or your kids -- who are great -- but I figured the more good, the more good, you know?" Impulsively, Ella hugs Sendhil around the neck. "Just keep talking to him, no matter what. That's what ruined things last time and it really broke him badly. I'd hate to see him like that again."

"I will," Sendhil says, smiling as he returns the hug. That's one thing he can promise. "I'm not the silent type. And you're a sweet girl to worry about him."

She shrugs and smiles. "He's my daddy."

"I am, and I can hear you two whispering about me over there," Daniel reminds them. "They think that because they're over there," he points for Alex and Halina's benefit, "we can't hear them over here, but we can, can't we?"

"Yes!" Halina giggles, though she wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying.

"Yes!" Alex echoes his sister, clapping his hands.

"Ah, is that so, smartypants?" Sendhil laughs, coming back over to the table and leaning over Daniel's side of it to put the yogurt down. "Stop inciting my kids in rebellion against me," he teases, kissing Daniel's cheek before coming back around to sit between Alex and Halina.

"No rebellion, I was just pointing out your relative lack of stealth," Daniel explains, wishing to give a proper kiss, but that'll wait. "Thank you, sweetheart," he gives Ella's hand a squeeze as she passes the yogurt. "You're both wonderful. And so are you," he tells the small kids. "Ella, Alex is going to be a doctor. He said he'd help me when I have the sneezies."

"Oh, promised healthcare for when you're in your dotage, very good, Dad. Planning ahead!"

"Well when Halina's the PM I hope that means I'll get some special passport stamp that says I can come to England whenever I want and stay as long as I like," Sendhil jokes. "Different professions have their benefits."

"Yes, a permanent visa for Daddy, top of the PM's list," Daniel agrees. "Then again, Halina, you have dual citizenship, you could be the President of America or the Prime Minister!"

"Alas, she was born outside the US, so don't give her any ideas. And even so, the Birthers are bad enough, let's not give them a half-Tamil, half-Polish female President to work with," Sendhil smirks. "You can be PM, sweetie, I think that'll be enough for you."

"I hope there are no Birthers in 30 years, but good point. PM it is! You can live in Downing Street and have a kitty." Daniel knows he's making mischief, and he loves it.

"Oh, the PM's kitty, yes!" Ella laughs. "Now that's a job perk."

"I want a kitty! Daddy, can we have a kitty?" Halina asks.

"Uh... ask your mother."

"Oops." Ella claps a hand over her mouth, giving Sendhil a rueful look. "Sorry," she mouths.

"Well, the thing about the PM's kitty is that the PM has a staff of people to take of the kitty, the PM doesn't do the work. Well, the PM has other work to do." Daniel explains, smiling and handing Halina another melon stick, swirled generously through the yogurt. "So sometimes it's best to save having a kitty for when there's someone else to do the work, or when you're big enough to know how to do all the work yourself. It can be hard to take care of a kitty properly. You have to know how to play with it properly, and you have to clean up after it, and there are toys to buy and veterinarian visits to pay for... It's a big deal to have a kitty."

Ella excuses herself from the table, ostensibly to refill the water pitcher, but more so that she doesn't laugh out loud in front of the kids. She remembers getting almost that exact same speech, once upon a time.

"Oh," Halina frowns. "Okay. But maybe when I'm bigger?"

"Maybe when you're twelve, Hali," Sendhil suggests. "Something to look forward to."

"We can all go together and find the perfect kitty," Daniel promises. He looks over the children's heads to wink at Sendhil. Seven years, they'll just be getting past the 'can't stop touching' stage at that point, he figures.

Sendhil feels a heat in his chest, and he suddenly really wants to kiss Daniel. He makes a mental raincheck, to deliver with interest later, and focuses on catching Alex's yogurt drips with his napkin. "Sounds like a plan to me," he smiles.

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Mexican Food and an Important Conversation

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 22:02:31 GMT

[players not pups, takes place 3/9 just after Daniel and Jeremy's scene]

Poking his head into his fridge, Sendhil eyes the contents skeptically. Nothing particularly appealing, but his slew of takeout menus is close at hand, and it occurs to him that takeout would be better shared. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he types a quick text to Daniel.

Hey. Do you have dinner plans?

Daniel's in the elevator, emerging into the lobby of the club when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He smiles as soon as he sees Sendhil's name on the screen, and drops into one of the plush club chairs by the concierge desk to type back a reply.

No, and I could eat a bear. Thoughts?

Sendhil laughs at the reply and spreads his menus out, glancing them over before he types back.

Chinese, Indian, Thai, Mexican, Italian, fancy-ass “gourmet” American, pick your poison and come on over.

Daniel laughs aloud, drawing the smile of a tall, nordic-looking blonde woman leaning against the counter clad in only Louboutins, pricey lingerie and a fur coat. She shifts his way, he turns his attention studiously back toward the phone in his hands.

Anything sounds good that doesn't have broccoli in it. Just get lots. Be there in 45.

He nods his good evening to the fur wearer and heads to the parking garage.

As if I would be so cruel as to feed you your safeword. Lots, coming up! See you.

Sendhil smiles as he pockets his phone again and contemplates the menus. Sometimes he feels like an idiot, as much as just hearing from Daniel makes him smile. Maybe it’s the honeymoon phase, but given how happy it’s made him, he’ll take it. Checking his watch, he decides that Mexican wins, as it’s usually the quickest to arrive at his house, and Daniel didn’t sound in the mood to wait long for food. He calls and orders chicken enchiladas, some mushroom thing with huitlacoche, chips with guacamole and salsa, chiles en nogada, and flan for dessert. Okay, maybe it’s overboard, but Daniel did say he was hungry, and there’s always leftovers for lunch.

By the time Sendhil’s showered and changed into his favorite jeans and a black button-down shirt that’s particularly soft, the food’s arrived. The delivery guy’s just walking down the hall to the elevators when Daniel comes out, and Sendhil grins, playing it cool only until the door’s shut behind them and he can press his mouth to Daniel’s. “Food,” he mumbles, holding up the heavy paper bag but still kissing Daniel as he does. “No broccoli.”

"Mmm, smells good," Daniel mumbles. "No wait, that's you." He slips his fingers into the curls at Sendhil's nape and kisses him long and hard. "So good to see you tonight."

Sendhil laughs lightly when the kiss breaks, just from the joy of seeing Daniel. “You too,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over Daniel’s again. Something in his stomach jumps at Daniel’s hand in his hair and he has to make an effort to focus. “Come on. You’re starving, let’s eat on the sofa and you don’t have to let go of me.”

"Okay, lead the way," Daniel makes an effort to not be quite so handsy until they've at least got a bit of food in them. "How've you been? What have you been up to?"

“Auditions, probably fruitless,” Sendhil admits. “I did a short for Funny or Die, though, and a film I did in India is going to release there in April, so I might be going to do promo if my Covert Affairs schedule will allow for it. My agent’s trying to see what she can get out of the publicity.”

"India!" Daniel won't begrudge Sendhil anything that will help in his career, but more time apart is, well, more time apart. "Well, all publicity is good publicity?" He starts pulling containers from the bag, setting out the food. "Is this a Bollywood production?"

“Yeah, but I will not be singing and dancing,” Sendhil laughs. “It’s a comedy, it’s fun. If I go, it’ll only be a week,” he adds, trying to sound casual as he rests his hand briefly over the back of Daniel’s.

"Ahh, well, I can handle a week," Daniel grins and brushes another kiss over Sendhil's mouth, warm and waiting. "I was thinking maybe we might both take a trip home, see our kids. Go together, I mean. I've got to go for costuming so Barbara and Michael will be offering up their private jet." Daniel rolls his eyes at the extravagance. "They'll be coming along, of course, but if I bring a friend, they won't bat an eye.”

“Yeah?” Sendhil breaks into a wide smile, kissing Daniel a couple more times before he realizes they need plates and gets up to get them. “Definitely, I really should go see them soon. And I’d love you to meet them, and to meet your daughter, if that’s appropriate,” he adds, grabbing a couple of plates from his little kitchen and opening the fridge on a thought. “Do you want a beer to go with this? Soda?”

"If anything's spicy, beer, if not, water," Daniel requests. Normally he'd go along and help but the aftereffects of the scene are settling on him now. Relaxing on the comfortable sofa seems just right, for the moment, at least. He leans back and closes his eyes to wait for Sendhil's return.

“Some of it is,” Sendhil replies, grabbing two Coronas and carrying them into the living room with the plates. “Besides, I’m having one, so you can keep me company.” He smiles at how relaxed Daniel obviously is, putting the plates and beers down and starting to serve things onto plates. “A little of everything? There’s no broccoli.”

"Yes, please. Is there ever broccoli in Mexican?" Daniel laughs, opening his eyes but not sitting up, not just yet. "I'm not being lazy on purpose, I'm just a little... hmm, coming the rest of the way down, I guess."

“I’m pretty sure not,” Sendhil says, giving Daniel some mushroom, a chile, and an enchilada, opening the guac and salsa within reach and the bag of warm chips. “Coming down? What do you mean?” Sendhil asks. Lazy Daniel certainly doesn’t bother him, he kind of likes Daniel all cheerful and relaxed like this. He puts the plate in Daniel’s lap, a fork in his hand, and then sits down next to him.

"Mmm, thank you, this all looks really good," Daniel smiles at the plate, then at Sendhil. "Coming down from the scene I ran this afternoon at the club," he says, tentatively, realizing in an instant that he hasn't really talked to Sendhil about playing with other people, and in that same instant, that he really rather hopes that Sendhil isn't, which makes him a huge hypocrite. Something to talk about, then.

“Oh,” Sendhil says, taking his first bite of enchilada quietly. Not exactly what he expected. “This afternoon? Should I... I mean, was it a bad idea to text? You should have said.”

"No, no, we were all done, and he was delivered back into the capable hands of his wife for the continuation of his aftercare, they're staying overnight," Daniel explains. "I thought I was just going to go home and soak in the hot tub." He takes Sendhil's hand and gives him a squeeze. "This is much, much better."

“Okay,” Sendhil smiles, squeezing back. “Wife” is a big relief, and he’s kicking himself for thinking it, but one thing that he’s promised himself to stick to in this new relationship is communicating the things he needs, the things he let himself get shortchanged on in his marriage. They’ve talked about those things, and he thinks Daniel gets it, but maybe it needs to be more explicit after all. “I’m glad you came here,” he offers, sipping some of his beer. “Do you... at the risk of sounding like an ass, how often have you been playing with other people since we started seeing each other?” Yeah, there’s no way not to sound like an ass, saying that.

"Why would that make you sound like an ass? That's a perfectly reasonable thing to ask, considering how things have been going with us," Daniel points out. "And to answer your question, this is the only time, and it wasn't... Well it wasn't the sort of scene we have. My clothes all stayed on."

“Oh. Huh, okay. Well that’s... yeah, it’s fine. I mean, I’m kind of happy to hear you say that he has a partner already, that... you’re here with me. That’s a good thing, if I’m being honest,” Sendhil explains, leaning on Daniel a little as he continues to eat, needing that closeness.

"Okay, how about if we expand the honesty, both of us," Daniel suggests. The food is good, and he is hungry, but it's more important to him that he knows what Sendhil is thinking. He puts his plate on the table and turns to face Sendhil. "I only did this scene because it was something my friend was needing. His wife is my best friend and she couldn't do it for him right now, and it's something I know how to do safely. So I did. I Haven't played with anyone but you on the kink-and-sex level, and not with anyone else since... well, for more than a year." He's still not able to say where he'd been and who he was with, that hole in his life still feels monumental and unhealed.

Sendhil nods, putting his own plate down as Daniel talks and taking both his hands, squeezing them gently. “I’ve played since Olga. Not a lot. Mostly it was... unsettling,” he admits. “Too raw, not... I don’t know. Not right, I couldn’t get into headspace. You know how I am about submitting, and it’s just hard to do that with someone I don’t know and trust already. Which is why I’m so glad we met the way we did, rather than in the club,” he smiles. “We never had that awkward scene as strangers.”

"I know how important your headspace is to you. I wasn't in the same sort of headspace today as I am with you, either. It was so very different," Daniel speaks, but it's less an explanation and more a realization. "I like where I can go with you. And where you seem to go with me. And that is about trust, and the way we've built what we've got. You know, if you said that you needed our relationship to be exclusive, I'd have no problem with that." The words just trip out of Daniel's mouth without filter or hesitation. And they feel really right.

It’d be easy to jump on it, say yes, but Sendhil wants there to be a reason if he makes that demand, and he has to think about what he really needs and what’s just sounding nice. “I think... I don’t need you to be sexually exclusive with me. I need you to be romantically exclusive. And I’d rather you not play with single people, or at least ask me first, depending on the individual circumstances. Selfishly, I don’t want you to fall in love with someone else. I don’t think that could work for me, given what I need from you.” He rests his hand lightly on Daniel’s thigh. “How does that feel to you?”

"That feels fine. I don't want to fall in love with someone else. I'm already in love with you." Daniel smiles, then laughs, honestly happy. Delighted even. "I've been in love with you for a while, I think. I didn't mean for that to happen. I said to myself I wasn't going to do this again..." He takes Sendhil's hand. "But those sorts of promises fall apart in the face of someone who fits so well."

“Probably a bad idea to make those promises,” Sendhil smiles, reaching up and touching Daniel’s cheek, kissing him softly. “Life always kicks you in the ass and interrupts your determination to be a loner, anyway.”

"I keep trying to force it, but I'm, well, I'm a romantic, really. At heart. And I want to believe..." Daniel stops, just keeping Sendhil close for a long moment while he decides how much revelation he can manage in one night.

It’s obvious that this isn’t something Daniel does all that often, and Sendhil’s patient with him, staying snuggled up close as he reaches for the chips, taking one while they’re still warm and dipping it in the guacamole, offering Daniel the bag.

Daniel takes the bag, but drops it in his lap. "I want to believe," he starts again, but pauses once more, pulling a chip from the bag and fiddling with it while he gathers the nerve to go that last step. "I want to believe that this time it'll be right."

“I think it will be,” Sendhil offers optimistically, popping another chip into his mouth and thinking about how to explain. “We both seem to know what we want. We’re very compatible, and we’re grown-ups, we’ll work on things as they come up. From what I know about relationships, that’s what you need to make it right.”

"Well, that and mutual feeling," Daniel says, and instantly regrets it. He crams the whole chip into his mouth, to cover his embarrassment.

“Of course,” Sendhil smiles, rubbing Daniel’s thigh with his hand. “You know I’m falling really deeply in love with you, right? I want to be yours, very badly, and if being a jealous asshole isn’t the most flattering manifestation of it, that’s where it’s coming from.”

"Deeply?" The smile that plays at the corners of Daniel's mouth is going to split his whole face in just a minute. "Deeply is pretty fantastic," he murmurs against Sendhil's mouth, kissing him slowly, passionately, carefully.

The relief is obvious, and Sendhil feels a little bad for not being clearer about his feelings. Still, most of what he feels is gratitude that their desires have aligned, and that he’s got someone so willing now to do the things he needs from a partner. He smiles into the kisses and yields to Daniel, melting against him.

Daniel casts the chips aside. Food can wait. It can wait, but shouldn't be crushed. He brings Sendhil flush against his body, sinking backward so that Sendhil is atop him, at least the upper half of him. Now they can relax and Daniel can kiss his fill and that's what he proceeds to do.

Sendhil grins as he’s tugged, resting happily against Daniel. He could point out that the food’s going to get cold, but he does own an oven for a reason, and what they both need is to be close right now.

"You amaze me," Daniel breathes against Sendhil's jaw, five o'clock shadow brushing Daniel's lips, exciting him. "Climbed into my brain."

“That sounds painful,” Sendhil laughs, though his hands are stroking Daniel’s arms, body pressing against him, trying to get as close as possible.

"No, I know pain. I do. There's none of that here," Daniel promises, looking into Sendhil's eyes and struck for the thousandth time by the warmth and acceptance he sees there. "No more."

There’s not much to say to that but to tip his mouth to Daniel’s, kissing him gently. For all that it’s hard to promise such a thing, he has confidence in what they’re figuring out together.

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Sendhil and Daniel: Aftercare

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Sat, 05 Mar 2011 02:07:08 GMT

[players not pups, current]

“Mmmmm. You have a really cute butt,” Sendhil mumbles, half-delirious, as Daniel finishes untying him and turns to put the bondage supplies out of the way. “Really, really cute,” he grins, curling in on himself a little and groaning as his ass reminds him that it’s just been strapped and then fucked six ways to Sunday.

"A what?" Daniel comes back around the bend toward the bed. "What did you say?"

“A cute butt,” Sendhil smiles. “You have one.” Childishly, he holds his arms out, deep in his headspace and hoping Daniel will come back to bed.

Chuckling, Daniel climbs in beside Sendhil and pulls him close. "I'm glad you approve. Are you just noticing this, or are you just in a good mood and thought you'd share?"

“Mmm,” Sendhil hums, not an answer, just grinning and nuzzling against Daniel’s chest, breathing in deeply. Sweat, the good kind, and Daniel’s perfect for snuggling.

"Good mood, I see," Daniel snickers and smooths Sendhil's hair and rubs his back. "That sounds good to me."

“Your fault, Sir,” Sendhil smiles, purring softly as Daniel pets him. He knows he’s not talking sense, but it feels so wonderful to just relax here with Daniel, after a good scene, nowhere to be.

"Definitely. I did this to you." He slips a hand down over Sendhil's rear and gives a tiny squeeze. "For the record, you have a cute butt too."

“Thanks,” Sendhil replies, kissing Daniel’s chest. “Feels good.” A little possessive, which is very much something Sendhil likes.

"Want some water? Or something to eat? I have chocolate. Or granola bars." Quick blood sugar raisers, all in arm's reach. "You should have a little nibble."

“Mm-hmm,” Sendhil agrees. “You pick.” He’s fishing a little, trying to get Daniel to feed him, but it feels natural enough.

"Hmm, chocolate," Daniel decides. He fumbles a little, getting the bar and opening it up mostly one handed, but he's got a square ready and held to Sendhil's lips soon enough. "Smell good?"

“Mm, yeah,” Sendhil agrees, taking the square from Daniel’s fingers, tongue darting just once across them, smiling as he eats it. “Thank you, Sir.”

"You're welcome, shhh, just relax and enjoy for me. It's okay."

“Okay,” Sendhil smiles. “You’re perfect, Sir,” he murmurs before he takes another piece of chocolate from Daniel’s hand.

"Hardly," Daniel chuckles. "Though you were perfect for me tonight." And that's not really an exaggeration.The evening went off without a hitch, and Sendhil was phenomenal.

“You make it easy,” Sendhil says honestly, nuzzling Daniel’s chest again. “Feels right with you. Everything.”

"You took the words out of my mouth," Daniel promises. He lifts Sendhil's chin. "Everything feels just right." The kiss they share feels just right, too.

“Yeah,” Sendhil grins, relaxing into the kiss and stroking Daniel’s chest. “Including my ass,” he adds with a little laugh. “Which feels very red.”

Giving it little pat, Daniel pretends to peer over Sendhil's shoulder, as if their angles in the bed would let him see. And as if Sendhil's gorgeous skin actually flushed red, which of course, it really doesn't. "It's a bit warm. I can put some gel on, but we'll need to rearrange ourselves." He has a feeling Sendhil would rather stay in his arms and frankly, he'd rather that too, for now. "Maybe in a bit."

“In a bit,” Sendhil agrees, glad Daniel’s willing to stay for now. This is the kind of care he needs, really, more than the physical patching up after a scene’s over. “You know, this is what I like about scening at home,” he declares, and it doesn’t really occur to him that it’s odd to refer to Daniel’s house that way. “You don’t have to have that awkward when-do-we-leave thing like at the club, and you don’t have to drive anywhere on your sore ass afterward.”

"I always solved that by staying all night. But home is best," and Daniel didn't miss what Sendhil said, and it blooms a little more warmth and hope in his heart. "That's why I did this," he gestures around the playroom. "I think that this bed is more comfortable than in the master, too. And definitely better than the ones at the club." And that's saying something, because the club beds are exceptional.

“It’s really comfy,” Sendhil agrees, smiling. He’s starting to come up a little, but there’s no rush. “One of my female friends makes fun of me because she says I’m a complete hedonist. But I don’t see what’s wrong with feeling good.”

"I don't know if I'm a hedonist or a sensualist, but I agree completely. I love being comfortable and happy." With a laugh, Daniel feels compelled to point out the obvious. "I'm very comfortable and happy right now."

“Then I’ve done my job,” Sendhil grins, giving Daniel’s belly a friendly little rub. “Anything else I can do for you while I’m here, Sir?” he teases.

"Mmm, just keep being you," Daniel jokes. "And stay cozy."

“I’ll do that,” Sendhil laughs. “And take it as an order.”

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sent by Est courier to Daniel Craig

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Wed, 02 Mar 2011 11:29:06 GMT

and a note:

Dear Daniel,

I hope you'll pardon the somewhat non-traditional gift. I was trying to think of a birthday present that would appropriately capture the joy I feel in this journey we're embarking on together, and I stumbled across this painting in a gallery. The triumph in the posture really spoke to me, given the obstacles I've moved around in my life, and how incredibly right things feel now in comparison. I wish you many happy returns.

Love,
Sendhil

Daniel and Sendhil on Christmas Morning

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 00:11:08 GMT

[players not pups, backdated to 12/25, takes place after this]

When Sendhil wakes up, it takes him a minute to remember where he is. A hazy memory of eggnog the night before, and mulled wine, and oh, there’s Daniel’s body snuggled up to him in bed, and he grins at the protective arm curled ‘round his waist, which tightens when he tries to move. “Hey,” he murmurs, kissing Daniel’s bare chest. “Wake up sleepyhead, it’s Christmas morning.”

"Hmm?" Daniel takes a minute or so to arise from the haze of the alcohol and a late night getting up to all sorts of mulled-and-nogged fueled fun. "Oh, it is. Happy Christmas, Sendhil." It's not a religious holiday for Sendhil but they've decided to spend the day together, and just enjoy the time. "I'm glad you're here today."

“So’m I,” Sendhil smiles, lightly kissing Daniel on the lips. “You know what? I have an idea. You stay. I’ll be back in 15 minutes,” he promises, kissing Daniel once more and then sliding carefully out of bed, not wanting to encourage a headache. He heads down the stairs and almost bursts out laughing when he sees two red stockings hanging merrily side by side in the living room. He’s never had a stocking before, but he gets a little surge of childish glee when he sees them, and there’s a smile on his face as he bends down to grab the wrapped box under the tree, tugging away the gold foil paper and lifting the lid off the sturdy mahogany box. A sterling tea service sits inside, all in velvet-lined compartments, with a tray on top. He sets everything on the tray first, then carries it into the kitchen, putting the kettle on and pouring two glasses of water while he waits.

There’s ibuprofen in the downstairs powder room, thankfully, and he puts four pills on the tray with the water, then the tea when the water’s hot, two mugs, sugar in the bowl and milk in the pitcher. He carries the lot up the stairs very carefully, grinning sheepishly at Daniel as he re-enters the bedroom. “You were supposed to unwrap this,” he admits. “But I think we both need liquids and caffeine right now.”

Daniel had drowsed a bit more, then obeyed his body's command to visit the loo, so he's awake, sitting up in the bed when Sendhil returns. "You.. for me? Sendhil!" It's a decadent, extravagant gift, gorgeous in detailing and design. "I don't know what to say."

“It’s not new,” Sendhil admits with a little laugh, bending to brush Daniel’s cheek as he puts the heavy tray on the nightstand. “I don’t have that kind of cash. But I was nosing around this little shop that sells stuff from estate sales and it made me think of you. Us, actually, because, uh... this is something I like doing,” he admits quickly, eyes dropping with embarrassment as he pours Daniel a mug of tea. He’s not ashamed of his wants, not in the slightest, but more unsure that this is the right time to be communicating them. Still, they’ve been taking this leap together, and Sendhil’s never had any reason not to be completely open with Daniel.

"You like pouring tea?" Daniel blinks and takes a sip of the fragrant brew. "Oh. Service?"

“Sometimes,” Sendhil agrees mildly, crawling back into bed and adding sugar to his own mug. “Some... types,” he corrects. He takes his ibuprofen with the tea, water can wait, and snuggles up to Daniel again.

"Mm, painkillers?" Daniel doesn't have a headache yet, but it can't hurt to stave one off. "Tell me? About the types of service you like?"

“Thought we might need hangover prevention,” Sendhil explains, idly skimming his lips back and forth on Daniel’s neck. “I like giving massages,” he murmurs. “I like doing drinks because it can be formal, and formality can be settling. I like rituals... tasks with a series of steps.”

Swallowing down the pills Sendhil brought for him, Daniel thinks about that. "I've never really had a chance to be served, as such. I mean formally. But the idea is extremely inspiring and compelling." He captures Sendhil's mouth in a lazy, contemplative kiss while he continues to roll the ideas of service around in his mind.

Sendhil hums softly, sliding his arm around Daniel’s waist under the covers and stroking his lower spine with a thumb. Daniel’s definitely a different animal altogether than Olga was, as a dominant, but it’s refreshing to go through these questions and confessions with someone new, to learn each other like this. “It doesn’t have to be a big thing,” Sendhil murmurs in between kisses. “It’s just a little set of motions, some of which I made up myself, that go with certain things... like if I were doing this formally, I’d bring the tray with the tea poured already, go to my knees with it in both hands, and hold it for you at a comfortable height so you could add milk or sugar yourself. Then it goes on the table, never the floor, and I’d sit on my heels, eyes down, hands laced at my back, resting in subspace, while you drank. And maybe if you wanted to you’d guide my head to your knee, and that would be a reward. But none of that’s in any official book, it’s just the way I do it.”

"And that feels good, just kneeling there waiting, while I sip tea?" It's intriguing, and there's a strong pull inside Daniel to see that, to experience that stillness and quiet with Sendhil, and give him the reward of resting his head on Daniel's knee, being caressed and petted. "I don't see why that can't happen. Soon."

“It doesn’t feel like waiting,” Sendhil replies, feeling a surge of excitement at the word soon. His lips brush Daniel’s neck, hand resting on his stomach. “It’s just... content. I don’t think about time, I’m just really aware of myself. Like meditating, almost. The form gives me focus.”

"Mmm," Daniel nods, and puts his tea aside to draw Sendhil even closer, kissing him, arms around him. "Definitely something to put on the menu of things we can share, then." And the idea that they're creating a list, that what they're doing together is expanding, is perhaps the best gift he could have ever been given.

“Yeah,” Sendhil smiles. “Definitely add it. Is that not something you’ve done much of?” he wonders. “Formal service, that sort of thing?” He’s gathered not, from their other conversations.

"Not that sort, no," Daniel admits. "It's always been more of the taking care of sort of service for me. Meals and baths and massages, that sort of thing. Not especially formal, but I've never been terribly formal. Frankly I've usually been too tired." The side effect of a career spent making movies that require him to go 150% for weeks on end.

Sendhil nods. “I know that feeling. Well,” he amends. “Not really, actually, that’s not true. I know about being tired. But I guess it’s all opposite to me. It’s harder when I’m exhausted and I can’t kneel, when I don’t have to opportunity to go there.” His hand takes up a bit of blanket in a frustrated twist, a memory surfacing. “That’s difficult.”

Slowly, carefully, Daniel slides the blanket out of Sendhil's grasp, and laces their fingers together instead. "You need that refuge when you're tired and frazzled," he says quietly, and though it seems that it should be a question, it doesn't come out as one. There's recognition there, a need undercut by denial that makes Daniel's heart ache for all the times Sendhil was left without that outlet when it should have been available to him. Even more quietly, right against Sendhil's skin, he takes another step closer. "I want to give that to you."

It’s an obvious response but it still makes Sendhil’s breath hitch, so grateful for Daniel’s hand around his, for the physical closeness Daniel gives him without asking for it. He’s always one step ahead, and it makes it so easy to leap. “I... you make me... feel a lot of things, Daniel,” he murmurs. “You should know what you’re getting yourself into.”

"And what's that?" Daniel has no expectation that it's anything he won't want, no matter what Sendhil says.

“Just... you know I go down deep and hard. I’ve told you a little bit about the kind of needs I have in a relationship. I want a relationship with you,” Sendhil confides. “I’m not going to lie about that. But I want to make sure you’re on board with the kind of submissive I am, and if that means slowing down, I’m willing to try for you.”

"I don't want you to slow down at all," Daniel assures "When you go down, wherever you end up, I'll be there to catch you. I want to be there." The promise is sealed with a solid kiss, Sendhil held tightly, pulled to sprawl over Daniel so that they can linger for a while.

“Okay,” Sendhil murmurs when the kiss breaks, smiling cheerfully and scooting down a bit to rest his head on Daniel’s chest. “I like that. We’re a good fit, aren’t we?”

"I think so, it feels like we are," Daniel slowly responds, being meditative and careful to a fault. "If we aren't, I think we could become one with perhaps just a little bit of work. And that's work I'm very willing to do. Because I want to be with you."

“I’m happy to work at it,” Sendhil agrees. “I want to be with you. I want to try the things we’ve talked about. I feel... very comfortable with you,” he admits with a smile.

"I'm glad, that's something I think I've been waiting for. For a very long time." Slowly petting Sendhil's hair, looking into his eyes, bright and amazing with his smile, Daniel has to smile himself. "Maybe finally it's here. You're here."

“Romantic thought,” Sendhil murmurs, kissing him slowly and then reaching for his tea, propping up on one elbow. “So,” he teases, dropping a kiss on Daniel’s chest. “I noticed something when I went downstairs. It appears that Santa has arrived.”

"Has he?" Daniel chuckles, hand still moving over Sendhil's hair. He'd guzzled a couple of glasses of water before they fell asleep, pleading a desire not to be hungover. In fact, it was so he'd wake up in the middle of the night. When he had, he carefully detangled himself from Sendhil to tiptoe downstairs and hang their stockings and arrange gifts under the small tree on the living room hearth. "Want to go see what he brought?"

“Yes, please,” Sendhil smiles. “My kids shouldn’t get all the fun,” he jokes, sliding out of bed and grabbing the tea tray to take with them.

Daniel grabs robes for them both, trailing behind for the short trip to the living room. "Wait a sec," he stops Sendhil in the doorway, and pulls him in for another kiss. "Just had to do that."

Sendhil grins. “You can do that any time you want,” he promises, kissing Daniel again himself and squeezing his hip before they finish walking to the living room. “Shall we look at our stockings?”

"Is there something in mine, do you think? I've been quite naughty this year, I'm afraid it'll be a lump of coal," Daniel jokes. He's put just a few little fun things in the stocking for Sendhil, the big gifts wouldn't fit. "Let's look at yours first, since I've already had a wonderful present." He pulls the quilted thing from the hook and puts it on the coffee table. "Dive in!"

Sendhil laughs and reaches his hand in, coming up with a little navy blue cap on top. He gives it a quizzical look, then grins and puts it on his head when he realizes what it is. “Ahoy, matey,” he grins, reaching in again and pulling out an assortment of multicolored rings. “Okay, is this is a very kinky sailboat or are you just happy to see me?”

"Well, we're kinky people, so if we're on a sailboat, it's a kinky sailboat, isn't it?" Daniel laughs. "The hat looks good on you. Definite XO material." He doesn't voice the thought that some of the brightly colored cock rings will look even better.

“Right,” Sendhil laughs. He pulls out an orange, a pear, and then something that looks like a small potato masher, eyeing it quizzically. “You’ve got me,” he smiles, scooting closer on the floor and snuggling up. “What am I holding?”

"Oranges and pears are traditional. Gotta have those in your stocking. This," he pokes the masher, "is for avocados. Takes out the pit, pulls the flesh free of the skin, then mashes it."

“Oh!” Sendhil smiles, pleased with the choice. “I love avocados. Thank you.”

"I remembered," Daniel laughs. "Our first date, avocados and pomegranates and durians."

Sendhil makes a face at durians, but he’s happy that Daniel remembered. He pulls out an ice cream scoop next, and finally a set of toy sailboats to go with his hat. “Santa did a good job,” Sendhil smiles. “Are you going to look at your stocking or do you want to unwrap the other part of your present?”

"Mmm, stocking first. I'm sure it's coal," Daniel says again, but he goes to get it from the mantel and sits down next to Sendhil again, stealing a kiss before he starts extracting things.

“I’m sure it’s not,” Sendhil snorts, resting his chin on Daniel’s shoulder from behind.

Daniel filled the stocking himself, so he knows the contents. He extracts an orange and a pear. "See, tradition." And a lump of coal. Or something that looks like it. "See, I told you!"

“Oh, Daniel,” Sendhil laughs, nosing his neck and kissing it gently. “When Diwali comes next year, I’m going to give you lots of sweets and you’ll just have to deal with it.” And Diwali’s not till October, but he’s confident making that promise given how things are going. “Here. Take this,” he says, pressing a large box into Daniel’s hands.

Daniel's a little distracted, recalling that Diwali is in the autumn and feeling a little jubilant at the notion of being with Sendhil when it happens next, but still manages to open the box to extract a richly patterned cozy blanket. "Is this from Mexico?"

Sendhil nods. “Well, originally. I mean, I bought it in California,” he laughs. “They’re super warm, you know, for cuddling on the sofa or whatever.”

"Cuddling on the sofa, eating guacamole," Daniel jokes. "I hope we can put it to good use together. I like it. It's cosy." After their talk this morning, Daniel has no problem imagining plenty of evenings together, under the blanket, just being. It's worth another happy kiss.

“Mmmm,” Sendhil smiles, relaxing into the kiss. “Cosy we can definitely do. Should I open another now?”

"Sure, here, how about this one?" Daniel hands him a box decorated with very fancy silver paper and silver and gold bows and ribbons. "I didn't wrap this," he admits.

Sendhil laughs and puts the box in his lap, tugging at the tape. “I won’t hold it against you.” Inside is a sweater, very practical looking, but definitely warm. “Does this go with the theme?” he guesses, tugging at his cap.

"It does, it does," Daniel agrees. "I'd like to be out on the water with you as often as we can."

“I’d like that, too,” Sendhil smiles, brushing their lips together and opening another box. He sees the Cuisinart label on the box and briefly gets nervous, but then he realizes it’s an ice cream maker, not a food processor, and Daniel’s not expecting him to cook anything that requires talent. “Gonna come over and be my ice cream date this summer?”

"If you invite me, I'll be there. I happen to have a source of fresh, organic raspberries, if that appeals," Daniel laughs. "And now you get this," he gestures to the scoop that was in the stocking. "I like giving linked gifts."

“So I see,” Sendhil grins. “I like it. Keeping me well-fed, too.” Instead of reaching for the next box, he goes for another kiss, stroking Daniel’s hair.

"Well-fed, happy, close," Daniel murmurs between kisses, nuzzling Sendhil's cheek. This is better than opening gifts, just enjoying each other, quietly, easily, fit together like puzzle pieces on the sofa.

“Close, especially,” Sendhil agrees, his fingertips tracing over Daniel’s cheek, his jaw. “Being with you is the most amazing combination of safe and thrilling,” he blurts out in an honest moment, kissing Daniel. “Thank you.”

"Oh, Sendhil, thank you," and the admission takes Daniel's breath away. "That's what I want. All I want."

Sendhil smiles and rubs their lips together again, then slides down towards the other end of the sofa with his lower body, head moving down towards Daniel’s lap. “Can we just... this? For a minute? Then I’ll finish with presents,” he suggests, his body angled so he’s turned more towards Daniel than away.

"Here, you can have this one," Daniel reaches to snag a tiny gift bag. "This will do." Running fingers through Sendhil's hair, he smiles at what the little bag means for them both. "If you know what that is, I'll be highly surprised. And very impressed."

“Okay...” Sendhil replies, giving Daniel a quizzical look as he tugs on the string that holds the gift bag closed and reaches inside. “Keys. Keys to...?” They’re not housekeys, that much he’s sure of. “I’m stumped.”

"They're for the anchor winch, cabin hatch cover, alarm system and comm panel for a 2009 Pacific Seacraft PS 37. Thirty-seven foot sailing pleasure craft, anchored down in Manhattan Beach."

"You bought a boat," Sendhil murmurs slowly, his wide, beaming smile belying the gentle tone of his voice. "And you're giving me a set of keys?"

"I did, and I am. It's a really good boat. And well, I want you to be able to enjoy it too." It's extravagant, such a big gift, or access, at this juncture, but honestly, Daniel just doesn't care. He wants to share this with Sendhil, so he will.

“Thank you,” Sendhil murmurs, taking Daniel’s hand and guiding it to his lips, gently kissing the palm. “I will.”

The sky is still a bit overcast, so it's easy for Daniel to relax there, looking at the lights on the little tree and just enjoying the closeness and reflecting on all there is to look forward to. "There's one more box for you, when you want it," he reminds Sendhil.

“Oh, right,” Sendhil says, stretching his arm out to reach it without leaving Daniel’s lap. He props up a little to open the box, tugging at the paper and finding an assortment of items inside. A roll of tape, and a few items he doesn’t recognize right away, but he gathers they’re something kinky, something bondage-related. He tilts his head to the side, holding up a strap and inspecting it. “These look like fun,” he murmurs with a little smile.

"Versatile," Daniel returns the smile. "It's all bondage related in one way or another, I thought we could do some experimenting, maybe?"

“Daniel, if it’s bondage-related, my body is entirely yours to play with,” Sendhil laughs. “You don’t know how I get,” he smiles, nosing Daniel’s thigh.

"I have every intention of finding out. In detail," Daniel promises, another thrill rushing through him at the prospect. "Come up here?" He gives a gentle tug to pull Sendhil into his arms.

Sendhil nods and lets Daniel tug him, scooting so that he’s sitting up straight and leaning into Daniel, slipping his arms around Daniel’s waist.

"Happy Christmas," Daniel whispers, and kisses Sendhil with a slow, tender, building passion.

Sendhil makes a soft sound and grips Daniel’s hips lightly, letting Daniel lead the kiss, offering himself up into it. They’ve been making so many confessions and declarations since they met, but this is the part that’s so real, that’s so elemental to him that he doesn’t question any of it. It’s like his body knows Daniel, and all his brain has to do is confirm.

The connecting, talking, confirming that they've been doing together, the building blocks they've been laying for this relationship have been powerful and important. Daniel is thankful for all of the conversations and quiet admissions made in the light of day and the dark. But it's here, when no more words are needed for the critical connection to be made, when they can come together and communicate through touch, through sound, through that essential message sent when there's no more resistance, when there's nothing but enthusiasm, that's where Daniel's found something he's needed for so very long -- healing.

“Sir,” Sendhil whispers very quietly against Daniel’s lips, no more than that, his body melting against Daniel’s.

"How about if you grab that box," Daniel nods toward the one filled with bondage goodies, eyes shining with mischief, "and we go back to bed?"

“Oh,” Sendhil grins brightly at the look in Daniel’s eyes. “Yes please.”

"Race ya!" Daniel squirms out from beneath Sendhil and takes off for the stairs. He's laughing like a little kid and stops only long enough to shrug out of his robe and turn to make sure that Sendhil is following.

It takes Sendhil a moment to actually process what’s happening, and then he laughs out loud, grabbing the box and following. “You had a head start,” he points out when he catches up to Daniel in the bedroom. “Hardly fair. Where do you want these?”

"Ah, but last one here gets to be tied up and teased," Daniel points out. "Somewhere in easy reach, well, hmm, let's just use the ties today. Bondage wrap is a time consuming thing. Here," Daniel picks through the box to pull out the leather ties and hobble belt. "Yes, this is what we shall do."

“Okay,” Sendhil agrees. “But... tight, please?”

"How tight?" Daniel leers, herding Sendhil toward the bed, getting into his space. "Can't move at all tight? Completely at my mercy tight? Utterly defenseless against the perverted things I'm going to do to your beautiful body tight?"

Sendhil nods and smiles, but as his lips brush over Daniel’s, he realizes how badly he needs to be honest with Daniel, how he can’t be anything else. “Safe,” he murmurs. “I feel safe when I’m so tight I can’t move. Deep in headspace. I like feeling like that, Sir.”

The dial turns then, just a bit, from the playful, lighthearted place to something a bit different. Still playful, but in a more serious way, the sort of play that offers fulfillment beyond the pleasure. "I want to make you feel safe," he says, quiet, intense, "I want you to be safe."

“I am with you,” Sendhil promises. “Will you tie me up, Sir? Do anything to me, I just... need that,” he says. “I need you to take me there, please.”

"Lie down, hold the headboard, and we'll go there, Sendhil. We'll go there together."

Sendhil nods and gets naked, undressing right there as close to Daniel as he can manage. Then he climbs into bed as instructed and lies down on his back, arms up over his head. He feels almost shaky with anticipation, wanting to be bound, surrounded, used in whatever way gives Daniel pleasure.

With deliberate care, Daniel buckles Sendhil's wrists into the ties, and lashes them to the bed. Kissing a warm line down an outstretched arm, he attaches the hobble belt around Sendhil's biceps, snugging it in tight. "Feel good?"

“Yeah,” Sendhil smiles, nodding up at the hobble belt. “I like that thing. I like being tight together like this.” Sometimes he likes being tight apart, too, he thinks with a blush at a memory of being bound open for his wife’s pleasure. Well.

"It's good, isn't it?" Daniel watches as something moves across Sendhil's expression, a memory, perhaps. Something that seems to catch his breath. He likes the way it looks on him. "I'm thinking what to do with your legs. I've had a thought. Will you be okay if I duck into the closet for just a moment?"

“Sure, as long as you promise to come out,” Sendhil smiles. He makes the worst jokes in headspace. They seem horribly funny, though, to him at least.

"Just to you," Daniel jokes right back, laughing at the attempt at humor if not the humor itself. "Be right back, promise," Daniel reassures with a gentle touch, and true to his word he takes less than a minute to return with two long lengths of cord. "I had an idea, you see, gorgeous boy."

“Oh,” Sendhil smiles, the cord sending a shiver of anticipation through his body. “Looks like I’m going to like it.”

"Improv, I realized that I couldn't do all the things I wanted if I couldn't move your legs," Daniel attaches the cords to the bed. "So, this way we have a little wiggle room, so to speak."

“That’s promising,” Sendhil laughs softly. “Things you want to do that require moving my legs.”

"Well, at least half of your fun bits are below your waist," Daniel brushes warm kisses down Sendhil's shin as he connects a strap around his ankle. "Can't ignore those, can we? I mean, we could, but..."

“We don’t want to,” Sendhil smiles, sighing softly at the kisses. It just feels so good with Daniel, so sensual, and no feeling of rushing to get Sendhil nervous about how long he’ll be allowed to linger in headspace. He doesn’t have to force himself down into it, he just lets his consciousness alter slowly as Daniel snugly binds him, enjoying each touch.

"No we don't, not that we don't have all day to address both of our fun bits as much as we want," Daniel acknowledges. Despite an invitation from Kate and Jeremy, the decision to hold the day just for the two of them was clearly correct. He wasn't necessarily expecting to spend it this way, but he'll not complain. Not when Sendhil looks so happy. "Not tied up all day, but we can just find our way."

Sendhil nods. “I’m sure we will,” he laughs softly.

Daniel carefully secures Sendhil's ankles, testing the bonds before he slides up beside Sendhil, fingers walking over his chest. "Cozy and comfy?" He surveys the man laid out before him, a sensual banquet, waiting to be feasted upon. "You look... incredible." And in that moment the thought dawns. He's falling in love. And history -- both long and short term -- and fear and uncertainty be damned, he's going to let it happen. "Like everything I've waited for."

All Sendhil can do is smile, because he knows that feeling all too well. “You’re not the only one,” he says gently, watching the path of Daniel’s fingers and then meeting his eyes. “Very comfy. Very cozy. Perfect, if you’ll kiss me, please, Sir.”

There's no way that Daniel can resist that sweet request, and he spends so long kissing Sendhil that he loses track of time, knowing only that when he finally comes up for air, he's wrapped around Sendhil's immobilized body, arching his erection against Sendhil's hip. "Getting ahead of myself, I think."

“Mmmm,” Sendhil hums, smiling at him. The kissing has him right where he wants to be, in headspace, surrounded by Daniel, tied up tight.

Daniel slows things down, easing his body back and basking in the way Sendhil's become pliant, his body relaxed against the bondage, a canvas for sensuality. "Gorgeous," he whispers, just as his tongue begins to draw across cool, smooth skin and the need to taste every millimeter roars to life in his mind.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sendhil murmurs, practically purring as Daniel licks him.

"You're welcome," Daniel laughs again, his mouth against the crest of a hip, pondering the many tempting options laid right before him. While he debates within himself, he palms Sendhil's balls, caressing softly with his thumb. "I scarcely know where to start with you, you know."

“That,” Sendhil moans, drawing out the “a” sound as he feels the rush of warmth from a touch that’s both comforting and pleasing, “is a very promising start.”

"You like?" It's easy to continue, and Daniel watches the response. "I like it too. And this," he suggests, fingers sliding lower, behind, stroking with an aching, deliberate slowness. His mouth searches again, kissing, tasting, learning carefully.

“Yeah,” Sendhil moans softly, feeling so settled and free the way he’s bound and subject to Daniel’s ministrations.

Daniel shifts, moving between Sendhil's outstretched legs, brushing little kisses over the soft skin of Sendhil's sac, every thumb stroke is followed by the tender connection of his mouth.

“Sir,” Sendhil moans, his body feeling heavy and perfect in its stillness. It’s both the sensation and the connection with Daniel that has him feeling so grateful, even if he can’t quite remember the words to say it.

Daniel lets himself get lost in the taste and smell of Sendhil's skin, each kiss and lick and gentle suck relaxing him a bit more, and bringing him more in tune with each of Sendhil's little movements, and quiet sounds and deep breaths.

“Sir,” Sendhil whispers again, just saying the word a comfort to him. He can’t move, but he doesn’t have to.

"Yes," Daniel whispers, and shifts again, lifting Sendhil's legs, glad that he's left enough slack to ease them up over his own shoulders, giving him access he's craving. He starts nuzzling first, then kissing and licking randomly, until he's met his target, his tongue passing broadly over Sendhil's hole, then, just because he can, swirled in hot, wet circles.

Okay, that wasn’t necessarily why Sendhil thought his legs were like that, but then, Sir’s prerogative, and he’s pleased to know that Daniel’s doing what he wants to do, not anything more or less. He makes a cut-off, surprised sound at first, then relaxes again and moans softly, enjoying the intimate touch of Daniel’s tongue.

The way Sendhil sounds is threatening to melt Daniel into a puddle, it's just that warm and sensual, that beautiful. He does everything he can to draw out more of those sounds, repeating what gets the best reactions, letting his hands start to roam, anything to add to the erotic tableau they're setting together.

It’s a little unusual, not being able to react with his body or his hands, but not unfamiliar. Instead, Sendhil focuses on Daniel’s rules, not holding back any vocal reactions and letting himself feel everything fully. As Daniel takes his time, though, Sendhil’s desperation does grow, the sounds becoming more whimpers than moans.

Daniel circles Sendhil's entrance with a finger he's licked to dripping wet. "So many things I could do with you," he says, barely more than a whisper. "So much I want."

“Sir,” Sendhil gasps, his muscles clenching in anticipation. “Please. Anything you want, please do it.”

"Anything?" Daniel knows Sendhil means it, knows he's given himself over, but he wants to hear it again, needs to. He eases his finger gently inside. "Absolutely anything?"

“Yes,” Sendhil moans softly, staring directly at Daniel. Were he not so far into headspace, he might qualify it--anything except my hard limits, anything unless I safeword--but in this place he trusts Daniel completely, and that meaning is implied. He doesn’t need to qualify because he knows that anything Daniel would do, Sendhil would let him. Daniel might push him, but he wouldn’t break him. And right now, anything Daniel wants, Sendhil wants, desperately. Subconsciously, he knows all that and so it’s easy just to answer.

Daniel shifts them once more, just enough so that he's able to kiss Sendhil, slowly, passionately. "Then that's what you'll have."

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Pup/Player Info: Sendhil Ramamurthy

viktoriaangelique@gmail.com — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 14:54:54 GMT

Name: Sendhil Ramamurthy
Journal: est_ramamurthy
Mun name/nick/handle: Viktoria (Vikki)
Mun journal: vikki_a
AIM: VkAngelique
E-mail: viktoriaangelique@gmail.com

When you can be reached and preferred method: Google docs or gmail is fine. I'm in the Eastern time zone and do more of my tagging on the weekends, though sometimes I can manage a tag a day in the morning or evening during the work week. E-mail is best for initial contacts.

Pup's physical info: 5'10", usually fairly slender but works out for roles, dark eyes and curly hair</b>

Pup's location: lives in Los Angeles, travels frequently to London to see his children

Pup's orientation: Bisexual submissive

Pup's kinks: emotional D/s, being in headspace in "everyday" scenarios (head in lap while watching TV kind of thing), restrictive bondage, light breathplay, handfeeding, some service

Pup's squicks: Bestiality, kids, necrophilia, scat

Pup's hard limits: Same as squicks plus no being shared

Pup's soft limits: Bloodplay, anything involving more than two people

Pup's safeword: brussels sprouts

Pup's hobbies: boats, travel, probably some other things he won't talk to me about right now

Game connections: professional connections with anyone from the Heroes cast, developing a relationship with Daniel Craig

Pup's bio: IMDB stuff pretty much all applies, except for some adjustments re: family situation. He has a daughter who will be five in February and a song who will be three in March, Halina and Alex. He and his wife Olga had a very good marriage, but split a little over a year ago when they started to feel that it wasn't going to be forever and wanted to divorce when the kids were young rather than later. He's a member of the Establishment and recently started actually using his membership. His focus right now is on building his career, his new relationship with Daniel Craig, and on going to London as much as possible so that he doesn't miss his kids growing up.

Mun Squicks: scat, children, bestiality

Mun Kinks: informal kink, bukkake, sensation play, subs or subby switches playing together, some humiliation play, sleepy sex

Type of Characters Pup Likes: Anyone generally laid back, fun and friendly.

Play Situation: All evidence points to Daniel and Sendhil developing a monogamous relationship, given some issues Sendhil had late in his marriage. He's more than happy to meet new friends!

Last Updated: January 30, 2011