thegoldencage | Phone post

[Aside from the technology, Raikov has found settling into the lifestyle in this time to be rather easy, easier than he thought at least. Of course, most of that is due to having Iason as his owner. It seemed luck was finally on his side.

For the following week, the Russian did everything in his power to show just how grateful he was. Whether that was putting on a show for him, a massage, even shooing the furniture away so he could cook. He was determined to make Iason feel just as pampered as he was.

So one day, while Iason was busy with whatever important government(?) stuff it was that he did, Raikov decided to make him a celebratory cake. The process was easy and clean. But as he began frosting the cake, an idea popped into his head.

Even if Iason was doing something important right now, he wouldn't mind a photo of his beautiful pet covered in a thick, white substance, particularly around his mouth and between his fingers while looking submissive, right? Because that's exactly what he gets along with the comment of "have a surprise for you when you get home."

Evil bastard.]

Edited 2015-09-23 23:21 (UTC)

[It's such a strange thing for Iason to experience gratitude from anyone -- especially to the degree that Raikov has been expressing it. From anyone else, it would grate on him, because most people only fawn over him for superficial reasons. Of course, this is Raikov, which means that he knows every gesture to be sincere. It's for that reason that he's come to genuinely enjoy his pet's attentions. His reactions are always positive, whether it's the sensation of his fingers brushing through silver tresses or a bit more freedom around the suite.

Usually, when he goes to work, he stops by his office before any meetings he may have. Mostly because the core of his work is there, but also because of its privacy. Lately, he's found himself secluded in the bathroom of his office, trying to keep his voice stifled as he works himself over while thinking of his last encounter with his pet.

By nature, Iason is cold and distant, which means that he can control himself in the moment in order to maintain his position as the master, rather than letting go and becoming the lover. And while it's true that he is an android, the type of body he was created with was originally meant for sex, which means that he responds to sexual stimuli -- something that he feels in abundance now that Raikov is in his life. He can hold out for a while, but eventually, he needs to release the tension, and thankfully, his office is the best place to do it.

Most of the time, it's more than once in succession. Because Raikov.

Today, he's done just that in order to give his full attention to the client he has lined up for the evening. Of course, it's while he's speaking to the client over drinks that he receives the text.

Welp. So much for not being distracted.

Of course, he plays it off well enough during the conversation with the person in front of him, though a phantom of a smirk writes itself against his lips as the text reminds him of the ring in his pocket.]

I've got one for you too.

Let's exchange them after I help you clean up.

[Which means that he's totally going to clean off those substances personally, in the most suggestive way possible.

Also, excuse him while he stealthily saves that picture to his phone, because that is 1000% unfair and he loves it.]

[If Iason let on that Raikov caused that much tension, he'd be ten times worse with his teasings - because it's just as bad for him. He's been taking it easy, only really messing with the man when he's home but when he's gone, it's almost maddening and perhaps a bit pathetic how much he misses his presense. And it's only been a week since that fateful day. How much "worse" will he get as time goes on?

It's safe to say this is the happiest week he's had in years.

As his pocket buzzes from receiving his master's reply, he pulls it out and reads the message, his cocky expression melting into a gentler one.

...

Iason said he has a surprise for him as well? Really...? He's already given him so much already. What else could it be? With his curiousity getting the better of him, he decides to reply:]

Give me a hint. ♥

Edited 2015-09-27 20:46 (UTC)

[It's probably a good thing that Iason is as low-key and unreadable as he is when he wants to be, otherwise he would really be in trouble. Not that he isn't already, as evidenced by how often his thoughts drift back to Raikov, even in the silence of his regular work day.

It's not even just the sex (though that's nothing short of phenomenal), it's honestly everything about Raikov. It's the way that he knows how to use something as simple as a look to get what he wants, or the fact that he's so confident, even when dealing with Iason himself.

More than that, though, it's his sincerity. It's the fresh air of their conversations full of teasing and growing intimacy as they've begun learning more about one another. Because of Iason's curiosity, he's spent what most would call an inordinate amount of time with his pet to learn more about him and, surprisingly, he's more interested to learn about Russia through their conversations, as opposed to just downloading the information directly. For someone that minimizes his time with most people if he can at all help it, that's nearly unheard of.

Since Raikov naturally possessed most of the qualities that a pet was supposed to be trained to have -- shamelessness, comfort with nudity and excitement to greet his master upon his return home -- Iason has offered him freedoms that no other master would. He's allowed to wear clothes whenever he'd like, despite the long-standing rule that pets must spend their first month naked to let go of their sense of modesty. Iason has even spent a night or two in Raikov's room with him, since their conversations tend to last well into the morning. While the master himself doesn't need to sleep as often as humans do, he still remains after their pillow talk from time to time, to allow the Russian to rest against him while he engages in a false pretense, like checking his work or watching something. Anything to play down the fact that he's lost in a foreign kind of warmth that he's come to enjoy more than he'll ever be comfortable admitting.

All of those things coalesce into a feeling of longing when they aren't together. No matter how he tries to dissuade himself, something in him is stubbornly attracted to the exotic beauty that he gets to come home to every night.

When a hint is mentioned, he thinks for a moment before responding.]

It's customized just for you.

[Raikov remembers when Iason first told him he wasn't a normal pet, so normal rules don't apply. He's been quite grateful for the freedom his master's granted him. It's made settling in much easier. While he doesn't leave the suite much for fear of being targeted by god-knows-who or accidentally damaging Iason's reputation, he's perfectly content with that. He's been able in indulge in his personal hobbies once again - such as cooking and art. And with how absolutely smitten he is with Iason, it's certainly gotten his creative juices flowing again ~~along with other ones~~.

He couldn't ask for a better life. And speaking of which, the Russian checks his phone again and blinks. Customized for him...? He purses his lips in thought. Clothing? Jewelry? ... Food? Any of those would be fine. Hell, the surprise could be as simple as a kiss and he'd be happy. But from what he's learned of the Blondie thus far makes him skeptical that it's isn't something extravagant, which only makes him more excited.]

I can't wait.

[Which turns out to be true. The rest of the day drags on as Raikov tries to keep himself busy until his beloved master comes home. "Good things come to those who wait." Why does it have to be so hard though?]

[Iason, meanwhile, finds himself thankful that Raikov is so mindful of not only his personal reputation, but of the fact that being careful to stay beneath the radar is in their best interest, given the unconventional nature of their building relationship.

Truthfully, Iason can't wait either. He knows how lucky he is to have somehow obtained a pet that would actually enjoy such a gift, and he intends to show his appreciation in full once he gets back.]

I'll be home within the hour.

Make sure you remove your clothes before I return.

[It's not an unusual request, especially since Iason has had visitors to his suite a few times in the week that Raikov has been there. Those that do show up know about the one month rule, so seeing Iason's pet clothed would be more than enough to raise a few eyebrows.

Of course, he knows that no one will be following him home on this particular occasion. Instead, he wants Raikov to be naked so that placing his ring will happen seamlessly.

As promised, he makes quick work of his business and returns home a little less than an hour later, though he may or may not have purposely asked Katze to take the long way home, just to give his beloved pet a bit longer to wait.

Because he is also an evil bastard. ~~Which means that they're pretty much perfect together.~~]

[Raikov does as he's instructed, more than happy to do so as always, and waits patiently in the dining room with the cake placed on the table in front of Iason's chair.

However, his patience begins to wear thin as he constantly checks the clock, wondering what's taking his master so long. He did say within the hour... Does that mean an hour exactly? Before then? After? It's bad enough he's waited this long. ~~A whole worjk day. Oh no. Whatever shall he do?~~ Masturbating would be a waste since Iason's due home at any minute now. This is completely unfair.

So to pass the time, he paces, trying to ignore the clock and it's ever-growing, loud ticking, along with his erection.]

[In all (un)fairness, Raikov totally started it with that picture. Not that Iason is complaining in the least, especially after how many times during the ride he feigned text messaging clients just to look at it.

It's been a week and he can still scarcely believe how lucky he was to have found this man.

He's sure to miss sliding the key card to his suite just once when he arrives, to make sure his pet knows he's there before he even enters.

When he does make his way in, there is thankfully no one with him. This makes it much easier for him to lock the door and find his way to his pet. Though he knows that Raikov has a surprise for him, his first concern is greeting the gorgeous man that waited for him all day.]

Good evening, Ivan.

[The address is formal, but the tone is anything but. Gloved fingers slide through the silver hair before him for a brief, affectionate moment before lightly gripping to tip his partner's head back. Instead of offering a kiss, he wastes no time in licking a spot of the white substance from a spot near the other man's mouth.]

Did you miss me?

[His voice is low; warm and teasing in a way that says he's missed Raikov every bit as much.]

[Raikov hears the keycard and readies himself, standing next to Iason's chair as the man finally enters. He tries to mask his excitement (in both aspects) but... it's a fruitless effort. His eyes rove up and down his master's body as he approaches him. At his words and the way he grips his head, the Russian doesn't bother to stop himself from melting into the man's touch. He places his hands on Iason's shoulders to keep himself from getting weak in the knees. It may have been a week but it's unfair how badly the Blondie still gets to him.

His cheeks flush and he strains to keep himself from outright moaning. Instead he just utters a slight whimper before regaining some of his composure, which is just as difficult as everything else with Iason licking the frosting from his face.]

I... Hhh.. I did, master... Welcome home...

[Before they get any further and he completely loses himself in the moment, Raikov moves one hand to motion towards the covered dish.]

It's been a week since that fateful day and... I wanted to do something special in honor of it.

I... ah...

[That blush of his gets even redder. There's no hiding the fact that he feels like a fool right now.]

... I know it's a little silly but I hope you enjoy it.

[An arm slides around his partner's waist as Iason feels his pet melting against him. Whether he'll ever admit it or not, he loves that feeling much more than he can say.

He makes short work of the spots against Raikov's face, but he does it slowly enough to be able to savor both the icing and the method by which he's enjoying it. Once he's finished, he finally leans in for a feather-light kiss.

As he pulls away, he looks toward where Raikov is gesturing and finds the covered dish. His curiosity is piqued for a moment before he hears the explanation. As Raikov explains what it's there for, Iason can't hide a softening of his features when he returns his attention to the lovely man in his arms.

Where before, he had given a phantom kiss, the one he gives now is much more tangible and genuine. It's appreciative, rather than being flirtatious.]

I'm sure I'll love it.

[He murmurs, slowly letting go of the locks between his fingers. When he lowers himself to sit, he does so in a way that would allow Raikov to sit in his lap if he so desired.]

Would you care to do the honors?

[He all but purrs in reference to removing the lid. If Raikov does intend to sit, both arms will be secured around his waist, and thus too busy to take care of the task himself. Even if he chooses to remain standing, it is Iason, which means that he's not really going to be taking his hands off of Raikov anytime soon.

Still, there's no denying how touched he is by the sentiment. It actually means something to him when his pet spends time on things like this to celebrate whatever it is they share. To say nothing of the fact that he's always impressed by his partner's skills. Cooking and painting are both things that he himself has never bothered to train with, and would likely be laughably bad at if he did. To him, they're both incredibly human pursuits, which never fails to intrigue him.]

[Now this is what he's been waiting all day for: Iason helping him clean up. And, well, any sexual release. Sure, masturbation is fine and he always makes sure to record himself in case his master isn't home, but it never quite hits the spot. He's become addicted to Iason for better or for worse. What he told him their first night together... that no matter where he is, who he's with, he'll always end up thinking of Iason. It's come true, as much as Raikov hates admitting that he is addicted to someone rather than vice versa. ... Although it is a bit fun in an odd way.

The Russian tries not to seem as desperate as he feels when he returns the kisses but let's be real - he doesn't hide it very well. Whether it's his breath quickening or a shudder running down his spine, it's quite obvious he's needed this.

Once Iason has sat down, Raikov moves a bit closer and removes the lid to the dish, revealing a simple yet delicious looking cake. With the table already set, Raikov cuts a slice out for the Blondie and sets it down in front of him. He himself remains standing, moving off to the side, not wanting to get in Iason's way while he eats.]

I hope you like it.

[Iason seems to have enjoyed the other dishes he's made for him but this is the first dessert he's made and he's not sure if the Blondie is much for sweets. If it turns out he doesn't like it, it won't be too upsetting. That just means Raikov can finish it off himself. (Or try giving some to Katze so he can shamelessly flirt with him.)

Nevertheless, the Russian generally doesn't spoil people like this unless he genuinely cares for them or is trying to get something out of it. His gifts have been in thanks to the fact that Iason saved him, a stranger to this world with nowhere to go, as well as how the other man has treated him. While he may not know a lot about Blondies, he's generally good at reading people, and as far as he can tell (despite Iason's constant poker face), his master is being just as sincere as he's been.

It's okay to turn soft about that, right? He isn't giving in too quickly? There's so many things he's still unsure about.

But right now should be a joyous moment. His master is home, meaning he can bask in his presence and feel at ease - not worrying about if he's coming off as a overly attached girlfriend.]

Edited 2015-10-16 18:26 (UTC)

[The addiction is entirely mutual, and it's something that Iason never would have guessed would happen. Not only that he could find himself so compromised so quickly, but by a pet of all people. It was unheard of; scandalous to the point that his reputation would suffer if it became clear.

Then again, Raikov is no ordinary pet. He's real and candid about his feelings in a way that sparks reactions that Iason didn't even know he was capable of. To not only want someone, but to actively crave them -- to go so far as to miss them when they aren't around -- is a new and intriguing feeling.

To say nothing of how gorgeous his partner is in bed (or wherever they manage to make it before they're fervently indulging in one another). It's almost a compulsion to make him come as many times as possible, just to take in the ambrosia of his motions and the desperate way the other man calls his name.

It's safe to say that Iason's guard is slowly but surely lowering as well. It's only been a week, but somehow it feels like it's been longer than that, in the best possible way. Granted, he's still got his eyes on the situation as much as he knows Raikov does, but they seem to be adjusting to one another better than he ever would have expected.

Contrary to seeming like an overly attached girlfriend, Iason enjoys Raikov's affections. As much as he sees people doting on him out of obligation, or to try to manipulate him into something, he can tell that Raikov sincerely enjoys his company, and that goes a long way with him.

The soft sounds that lace their contact as he leisurely cleans up the mess the icing left behind are music to his ears. He even draws out the motions just a fraction longer than they should last, both to reward his pet's patience and to further sink into the building heat between them.

Admittedly, his favorite part of the day is quickly becoming the moment that he returns home to this kind of eagerness.

Still, despite his desire to relieve his partner, he somehow manages to keep his hands to himself long enough to allow Raikov to situate the cake in front of him.]

I haven't been disappointed yet.

[He says, reassuring that everything Raikov has made him has been wonderful. From the looks of it, this will be no exception.

One bite is all it takes to confirm that suspicion. It's a perfect balance -- not too dense and not too airy; light, but not bland. The icing compliments the chocolate perfectly.

It's clear by the way his shoulders seem to relax slightly after the first bite that he enjoys it. Iason's tics for approval are a bit more muted than most, but they're definitely present.

Halfway through the slice, he pauses to speak.]

I'm impressed. The texture is perfect, and the icing lightens the density of the chocolate just enough that one doesn't overpower the other.

[It's a technical response, but it's one that says he's actively appreciating the dessert that Raikov had spent so much time making, rather than just trying to rush through it. While it's true that he is finishing it a bit quickly, that's because it's good.

This is the closest Iason gets to raving about how good a thing is, so this should be considered a success!

Honestly, for someone that doesn't frequently eat, he's pretty sure the whole cake will be gone by morning, between the two of them. ~~Which also means that they'll have to find some way to 'work off the calories' from eating so much cake in one night. Oops~!~~]

Have you tasted any of it yet?

[He asks, knowing that sometimes you need to level off cakes before you frost them, so the Russian very well could have tried the scraps that were cut off before frosting the whole thing (and himself).

As he asks, he uses his fork to cut out another bite, cradles it on the tines and offers it toward his pet.]

[It has felt much longer than a week but it's one he wouldn't trade for the world. Even if he hasn't been able to do anything in return sexually since he's still learning the ropes about how to be a pet, every night has been fantastic. Which only adds to the building tension between the two. Even with just this simple act of Iason about to eat the cake slice, it's hard not to throw himself all over him. Raikov keeps his hands folded in front of him and, although dangerously close to his groin, he keeps them still. At least until Iason comments about not being disappointed thus far. At that, he brings a hand up to brush some of his hair behind his ear and smiles - a tic of his that he usually does when feeling sheepish about something, which Iason has probably picked up on in the past week.

He watches the Blondie as he takes his first bite and notices the nuances in his posture. His smile only grows wider. Iason has an amazing way with words and his assessments on the Russian's cooking are always appreciated. It's obvious the man knows his stuff.]

I have. I... might have licked the mixing bowl clean.

[Raikov leans over slightly, getting ready to accept the piece.]

But I certainly won't refuse if you're offering some...

[And with that, he happily ~~devours~~eats the offered piece of cake.]

[Something about that tic just makes Iason all the more smitten with his new pet. It's such an offhand detail to pay attention to, but it's something that caught his eye many times over the week. It strikes him as charming and almost impossibly cute, so he can't help the subtle brightness that sparks behind his own eyes.

Hearing that the Russian licked the bowl clean, Iason laughs quietly, but sincerely. Even that is adorable to him, since he can just imagine how that must have looked.

Honestly, he loves the fact that Raikov enjoys food so much. If things keep going as well as they are now, he's already keeping a silent score of the flavors that his pet seems to like best, so that he knows what impossibly expensive foods to reward him with later for holding up his end of their arrangement.

For now, he simply enjoys hand-feeding him the cake he spent so much time on.]

It's good, isn't it?

[He asks, taking another bite himself before offering the next to his partner, content to share the dessert until it's gone.]

I wouldn't be surprised if we finished it within the next day or so.

[Thankfully he hasn't over eaten anything yet. While he's mostly learned his lesson about overeating or eating stuff off the floor, there are the occasional relapses.

Now isn't one of them though. Not with something else on his mind. And the fact that Iason's feeding him only makes it worse. Normally he doesn't mind being naked but the fact that he's been dealing with a raging erection on and off since... well, most of the day, makes him a bit self-conscious.]

Mmhmm...

[Another bite, and he makes sure to finish it before speaking again.]

I'm really flattered you like it, master. Should I make treats like this more often?

[It all adds to his charm, as far as Iason is concerned. Blondies are programmed not to overeat, and their strict code of conduct would forbid them from eating anything off the floor. Gross as it would seem to anyone else, Iason admires that kind of freedom. It's just another reminder that Raikov wasn't manufactured, and that he hadn't spent his life being trained to fit into certain parameters -- at least not with the intensity that the Blondies had been.

Still, the fact that his pet is struggling with his current state does not escape his notice. As such, he reaches forward to cradle his cheek with a hand, making sure to brush the other man's bottom lip with a thumb. Because the last bite he'd given Raikov was the last to be had of the slice, he was sure that it had quite a bit of frosting, allowing him to wipe traces of it from his partner's mouth.]

I would be honored if you did.

[He replies, bringing his hand back to gently suck the traces of frosting from the pad of his thumb, never breaking eye contact with the object of his ever-growing affections.]

I think you're ready for your surprise, too, don't you?

[He purrs, his voice approaching the tone he keeps solely for their sexual encounters.]

Close your eyes.

[The tension is nearly driving him mad, the feeling of his master's thumb brushing against his lip causing him to whimper softly. It's unfair, really. Every little thing Iason does just adds fuel to the flames. And it's only gotten worse as the week goes on. For a moment he wonders how Iason's previous pets survived but remembers that he was far less kind and lenient towards them. He's one lucky bastard.

The Russian smiles as his master answers his question. Honored... He'd be honored if he did. Normally the compliment would feed his ego but he finds himself feeling extremely bashful instead. It's hard not to be in the man's presence - which is a very overwhelming one in all the right ways.

And speaking of which, Raikov notices the way he's licking that frosting off his thumb. The way his gaze pierces through his very being. That tone of voice. It's enough to make him tremble.]

Y-yes, master...

[He swallows quietly and closes his eyes, unable to stop himself from trembling as he awaits his surprise. Of course, not realizing what it is, he holds his hands out slightly in case Iason has to hand it to him. Hopefully it's nothing fragile, what with the way he's shaking. The Blondie can see it in his expression that he isn't happy with how desperate he's coming across as. Really, he could just bend him over the table and take him, and that would be the perfect gift. But the fact that Iason takes his sweet old time doing things only adds to the agonizing excitement and tension.

Raikov's fairly certain it's become a game between them. How long can he hold out before he breaks and tosses himself at the other man? Before he's begging for his affections? He's pretty damn close to it right now. Maybe Iason will give him something that will take his mind off his raging hormones for once. No real point in guessing through, considering he's about to receive whatever it is his master got for him.]

[In fairness, they're both pretty lucky. All of his other pets had been Academy-bred, which meant they were pleasing to the eye, but every bit as manufactured as he himself was. There was no playful air to spark his interest, and no underlying sincerity to grasp his heart. It was just what life in Eos was supposed to be: hollow and vain.

What he's had with Raikov, even in just a week, is worth countless times what he paid at the auction that day, and it puts every pet he's ever had to shame.

He enjoys the fact that he has such an effect on the Russian -- that every tone and purposeful motion hits its mark. It means even more now that he knows that Raikov himself is no stranger to being the person doing the seducing. Especially since Iason also knows that he's quite good at it -- certainly good enough to have the android tending to him multiple times every night, which is something he'd not even come close to doing for his other pets. With them, that was the furniture's job, but now Daryl was hardly called for more than cleaning and general necessities.

As his partner's eyes close, the sound of his hand disappearing past his coat can be heard, and soon afterward, the sound of a small box opening, only to softly clip closed again a moment later.

He can't help a distant little grin as he moves to set the ring in its place, for how well the very concept of this type of ring compliments Raikov's personality. He's been excited to see the pale-haired man's reaction to it for a week now, as he'd conceived the idea on their first night together.

Of course, bending him over the table is still a very viable option. Judging by the way Iason speaks, he's definitely about to start actively engaging his pet.]

You can open them now.

[He murmurs, his own gaze finding Raikov's to read his expression upon discovering the item.

So much for the gift being something that takes his mind off his raging hormones.

Iason's pet would be entirely right to assume that there is a game between them. It's in equal parts a question of how long Raikov can hold out before he starts begging, and how long Iason can draw out the other man's pleasure once they start. There are few things he enjoys more than watching his partner's restraint slip away until he becomes completely insatiable. When the pale-haired man's motions and the sounds he makes are driven by unbridled lust, he's absolutely radiant. Not only because he's ludicrously sexy, but because he's incredibly human.]

[The sound of the box opening and closing is heard, his eyebrows arching in thought as he tries to guess what it is. Jewelry...? Jewelry boxes tend to make that sort of noise. It could be anything though, he realizes. Iason is a very unpredictable man - just one of the many things Raikov finds himself enjoying about him. It keeps his on his toes.

Upon his master's command, he opens his eyes and looks down, spotting the... ring? A ring? A peculiar choice but he supposes it makes sense, him being his pet and all. Except... it's far larger than it should be for his finger and Iason's holding it right at his crotch level. Raikov blinks a few times before the realization hits him.

It's a cock ring.

If his blush wasn't dark enough before, it definitely is now. He moves his hands, as it's pointless to hold them open for something that obviously won't be anywhere near that area on him, folding them across his stomach as he watches Iason both excitedly and curiously. He may not know the full significance of the item but the fact that the Blondie got this just for him is more than he could ask for. And let's be real - once he does find out what it means, a cock ring is far more fitting than a collar, in his opinion.

Asides from the obvious, it makes sense why Iason wanted him naked before coming home.]

Thank you, Iason... I love it.

[He means it too.]

[It doesn't take him long to slip the ring into place, fitting it snugly against the base of his new partner's erection. Once there, it seems to mold more securely to him.]

I'm glad.

[His response is short, but nonetheless sincere. He retains their eye contact for just a moment before setting the jewelry box down on the table to free up both of his hands.]

With this, you're now completely registered to me. In instances where you're asked for identification, this ring will be scanned for that information.

I'm sure you've seen enough pet rings to know that they're usually worn as necklaces or earrings. But given your personality, I think this is a much better fit, don't you?

[He says with a playful grin.

Slowly, he slides off one of his gloves, revealing a ring on his finger that matches the one he just gave Raikov. Silver with a blue gem.]

Since it is a pet ring, that of course means that I have the controller. As such, I can reward -- or even punish you -- as I see fit. No matter where you are.

[That last phrase is spoken in a way that lends itself to mental images of Iason frustrating Raikov when they aren't together. Which, let's be real, he will do without hesitation.]

[Raikov shudders and bites his lip at the sensation of Iason's fingers against his cock, as well as the ring. It's... odd. And will take a bit for him to get used to wearing it all the time - but he'll assist to it with little trouble.

As his master informs him of its purpose and functions, the Russian chuckles at the mental image of various doors and what-not scanning his crotch.]

You know me well, master.

[Upon being showed Iason's matching ring, Raikov's mischievous smile turns more soft, and he reaches out to run a finger over it delicately.

Things really can't get any more perfect between these two. It makes his heart melt.

Oh... but... hmm. That's an interesting feature. The smirk returns to his lips once more and he leans over to be closer to Iason's face, his voice taking on a husky tone in response to the Blondie's.]

Reward and punishment? Sounds like the same thing to me...

Edited 2016-04-10 16:55 (UTC)

[The comment draws a soft laugh from Iason.]

I like to think so.

[His voice holds a distinctly mischievous lilt to it in those words. By now, he hopes he knows his lover well. Granted, it has only been a week, but the trend seems to be 'Think of what my ideal partner would prefer', and so far it seems to check out. Which is both convenient and almost suspicious, considering the fact that no one could possibly be this perfect for him without it being intentional.

Of course, a little wariness is to be expected when something this incredible happens, but he's not caught up in conspiracy theories. Quite the opposite, actually -- he seems to make it a point to enjoy every moment they have together as much as possible.

Never is that more true than when he sees that softened expression. He watches it intently as he allows the touch to his ring, distantly awestruck every time he sees it. The knowledge that someone in this world gives that expression to someone like him is still nothing short of mind-blowing. He's used to hatred, fear, jealousy, disdain borne from concern (mostly courtesy of Raoul or Katze) and blind admiration, so seeing something so sincere is still foreign to him.

Foreign, but welcome.

As his lover's expression and tone changes, he smirks as well, doing nothing to discourage their newfound closeness. That statement is hilariously on the mark, considering that most people are conditioned to fear the shock function, whereas Iason is almost positive that it will turn Raikov on even more.]

Perhaps in some cases that's true.

[His tone is still close to the intimate one he keeps for when they sleep together, but with a casual drawl that accents the motion of his hand between them. Now that the gift is in its proper place, he can tend to more pressing matters, like wrapping his hand around his lover's erection and rubbing the tip with his thumb.]

As long as the offense isn't too severe, I think it could be possible for that line to be blurred.

[Which is to say that he is completely down for using methods typically used for punishment to pleasure Raikov instead. Sure, it's sort of encouraging bad behavior, but let's be real: Iason totally gets off on the idea of his pet causing trouble anyway.

Besides, he technically wouldn't be lying to tell the other Elites that he did, in fact, punish his pet for problematic behavior. They just both happen to be incredibly turned on by the punishment angle.

Oops?]

[It may have only been a week since they met but things are going very well. Even Raikov is suspicious at times. He's finally happy though - and Iason seems to be as well. So that's all that should matter. The times they're apart feel as if they're dragging and the Russian finds himself wanting to be with his master more and more as the days go on.

Oh, and he will very much enjoy that electric shock feature, especially considering he mentioned that kink to Iason the first night they were together. It's been almost a decade since he's done electrical play and it's something he sorely misses, even if a certain someone isn't the one controlling it anymore.

Raikov chuckles softly at the Blondie's remark. The laugh itself doesn't last long though, quickly forming into a sharp intake as he gasps at the physical contact.]

I... I like... the sound of that...

[A shiver runs down his spine and his face becomes flushed again, his arousal skyrocketing once again. It's almost pitiful how easily (and how much) the man can work him up with the simplest thing. Should he allow it, Raikov attempts to slide on to his lap, as standing up while being stimulated is somewhat difficult.]

[Iason does, of course, allow the closeness, even going so far as to lean in to kiss the spot where Raikov's shoulder meets his neck as he attempts to work a bit of the tension out of his partner.

Even though he's actively stimulating his lover, he still can't get over how compatible they are.]

I don't know if I'll ever stop being amazed by you.

[His voice rumbles softly near the Russian's throat as his lips trace the spot that he'd kissed.]

Ah...

[That makes his heart skip a beat and his face heat up more so. It's still so alien to hear such kind, loving words, even if the past week has been riddled with them. He closes his eyes and rests against the Blondie, slowly moving his hips in rhythm with his master's hand, his breath hitching as he speaks.]

Likewise... Iason...

[It's true. Iason is perfect in every way. He's certain that down the road, he'll continue to be perfect and Raikov will never stop being amazed by him, even if he begins to "expect" it.

It's a tantalizing yet reassuring thought, knowing your lover will forever be able to surprise and amaze you.

And one he wouldn't change for the world.]

Phone post

One week later~

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That icon in this context is killing me

8D

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i am the slowest of snails and i am so so so sorry

<3333 shhh never apologize