Dean likes the sound of the praise more than he likes to admit. A shiver runs through him when he hears it. It shouldn't be so easy to fall into needing it. If he's not careful...
Well, he's not being careful right now, is he?
Dean listens carefully to the instructions and shivers again when the chain pools on his chest. He's already a little heated and the links feel like ice on his skin. That's going to make things difficult. He's going to do his damnedest to make sure it doesn't fall, though.
It's hard to lay there, still and blind to what's happening. He can hear murmurs from whoever's watching. He can hear Thrawn moving around. It's tempting to try and turn to the sounds, but he knows he'll have to be still to obey the commands he's been given.
A quick, sharp breath escapes him when he feels the cool touch of the lube and the gloved finger. It's not as if he didn't expect to be touched, but it manages to catch him off guard a little. He doesn't like not being able to see and anticipate what's going to happen, but he wants this.
Dean breathes out a slow, deep breath and makes an effort to relax his muscles to let the finger do its work. He lets his focus drift to the tension of the clamps on his nipples and the slight, throbbing burn they produce. Each breath shifts them slightly and increases the ache. His skin's cool in the open air, but the chain on his chest is beginning to warm as it rests against him. All the sensations, the surrendering of control, and the knowledge he was being watched was enough to have him half hard already and eager for more.
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Well, he's not being careful right now, is he?
Dean listens carefully to the instructions and shivers again when the chain pools on his chest. He's already a little heated and the links feel like ice on his skin. That's going to make things difficult. He's going to do his damnedest to make sure it doesn't fall, though.
It's hard to lay there, still and blind to what's happening. He can hear murmurs from whoever's watching. He can hear Thrawn moving around. It's tempting to try and turn to the sounds, but he knows he'll have to be still to obey the commands he's been given.
A quick, sharp breath escapes him when he feels the cool touch of the lube and the gloved finger. It's not as if he didn't expect to be touched, but it manages to catch him off guard a little. He doesn't like not being able to see and anticipate what's going to happen, but he wants this.
Dean breathes out a slow, deep breath and makes an effort to relax his muscles to let the finger do its work. He lets his focus drift to the tension of the clamps on his nipples and the slight, throbbing burn they produce. Each breath shifts them slightly and increases the ache. His skin's cool in the open air, but the chain on his chest is beginning to warm as it rests against him. All the sensations, the surrendering of control, and the knowledge he was being watched was enough to have him half hard already and eager for more.