Jack Vincent

Poison leans up to kiss Jack's cheek. "Sure I'm sure. And if you aren't, even for a second, it'll stop and we'll all go home."

Maybe Bull would run the show, but Poison finds that he trusts the guy. He'd been a good bouncer at Jack's party, had been careful and sure of himself, and knowledgeable, even if he hadn't been as involved as some other people. He heard things from Krem, too. If Krem trusted him, Poison was sure he could, too.

"I'll be here the whole time."

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"Wouldn't want it any other way," says Jack, turning his head to catch Poison's mouth in a kiss as he hands him the room key. "I'll text him the room number. He can come up to us."

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"Good, let's go check it out." He pulls Jack away from the counter and towards the elevator. He's more or less masculine today, his undercut fresh thanks to Dee.

Poison laces his fingers with Jack's as they ride up; he squeezes his hand. He's got a bag with him: clothes, the ropes Bull gave them. He doesn't know how long they'll be here, but he plans to take care of Jack afterward, as long as he needs.

"You're gonna be fine, baby."

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"Yeah, I know," says Jack, leaning back against the elevator wall and looking at Poison, who somehow still manages to be completely freaking beautiful, even without a scrap of make up on his face. "You're going to be right there, and I wouldn't have asked to do this if I didn't trust Bull." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and texts.

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"Even if he is fucking massive and kinda scary." Poison smiles and squeezes Jack's hand while he texts. He tugs him out of the elevator, towards the room. It's not like the suite at Kagura but it doesn't need to be. It's perfect for what they need.

He slides his bag off and tosses it onto the bed.

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"He feels like a safe pair of hands, though," says Jack, leaning in to pull Poison into a kiss. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he laughs, holding it out to Poison. "Read that in case it's something that needs to be broken to me gently."

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Poison snorts a laugh and takes the phone. "He just said he's on his way, baby." He leans close to kiss Jack's cheek. "Who could ever say no to you, huh?"

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Jack jitters a little, nervous and excited and then he leans into the kiss, catching Poison's mouth until he hears the knock on the door. He glances at Poison and then steps away from him and opens the door.

"Hey, Bull," he says, flashing a nervous smile.

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The Iron Bull filled the doorway when Jack opened it. As he came through the door he turned his head, making sure his horns wouldn't catch on the frame. Maybe he ducked a bit, out of habit. He'd brought a bag of his own and he set it on the bed while Jack closed the door, pausing to take stock of the room. He noticed Poison, defiant and bright even as the smallest person in the room.

Bull sat on the edge of the bed, bringing his height down for this conversation.

"I'm here only as long as both of you want," he said, voice smooth and deep and easy. "And before we start, I want to know what you want." As he spoke his gaze turned toward Jack. For a few minutes, at least, Jack needed to call some shots. Or give parameters.

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Jack glances at Poison for reassurance.

"Well, I get off on..." He flushes. "The humiliation, but I figure you've figured that out already." He clears his throat. "I don't have a lot of hard-limits? Don't draw blood, no breathplay. Uh...I'm good being tied however you want. Blindfolds and gags are all fine. We do traffic lights as safewords?" He glances at Poison. "Am I forgetting anything?"

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Bull chuckled quietly. "Yeah, I got that," he assured. He focused as Jack spoke, making a list in his head of lines not to cross.

Poison shakes his head. "No, I think you got everything," he says. "And I'm here to call time if I think I need to."

The Bull nodded. "Don't worry, I know what to look for. My word is katoh," he told them both, making eye contact with each. "I'll use yours, but if you need my attention in a hurry, red might not hit me the same way that katoh will. Do you understand?"

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"Katoh," Jack echoes, trying to get it into his head. He's not convinced that he'll remember that, if things get really intense, but he knows that Poison will. He nods. "I'll let you know if I can't take it. I can take a lot, though."

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"We'll see. Now, am I showing Red here how to tie you up? Or am I doing more?" Because it sounded like more and Bull wanted to make damn sure he knew where the lines were.

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"You can do whatever you want to me," says Jack, and his cheeks flush scarlet. "I'm...really into Poison getting to watch. But...if that's more than you want to do, I get it. It can just be a lesson."

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Bull nodded his head. "Alright. Lets get started then." He grunted as he pushed himself up. He moved everything on the bed to the desk. "Undress, Jack, as far as you want to."

Poison finds a place to sit that's out of the way, sinking into a chair so he has a good view. He's content to take a back seat unless he sees Jack getting distressed.

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Even before his birthday, Jack had had very little concern about being naked around people. He'd been on the swim-team, hadn't he and the difference between speedos and naked was not very much at all. Still, a shiver of something like nerves goes through him as he pulls his sweater and his shirt over his head and starts to unbuckle his jeans. He strips down to his underwear, for now, waits to see what Bull does next.

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"Is that any way to look after your things? Pick your clothes up, fold them. Put them somewhere out of the way. Then you can get up into the bed, on your knees."

Bull looked at the bag on the desk and asked Poison, "Are these the ropes?" When he got a nod he opened the bag and got what he wanted, ignoring Jack for a moment.

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A shiver goes down Jack's spine at the command, about how Bull puts him in his place. He bends, picking up his clothes and folding them carefully and setting them on the bench at the foot of the bed before he gets up on the bed on his knees. After a moment, he lifts both arms and laces his fingers behind his head.

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"Tying people up is an art," he said absently, checking over the ropes though he knew they were good. It was clear he was talking to Poison. "I understand the hesitation - you can fuck someone up if you're not careful. You can kill them, could cause permanent injuries if you're stupid about it. But at least you know better than to try the more complicated stuff on your own."

They knew to ask for help. Bull appreciated that in people.

He stepped behind Jack. "Arms behind your back, hands at the elbows." He waited. "You need to make sure circulation stays strong - it'd be a shame for him to lose any fingers or toes." As he spoke, he started tying, trapping Jack's arms behind his back.

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Jack arranges himself as instructed, lets his head drop and tries to relax as Bull starts to tie his arms like that. He swallows.

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"How you tie him depends on what you want to do with him." He worked the rope around Jack's torso, creating sort of a harness that kept his arms exactly where they were. He made sure a band of the rope went above and below Jack's pierced nipples. Once his arms were entirely secure, he stepped back.

Bull shoved Jack between his shoulders to send him forward on the bed.

"A lot of these patterns can be used without suspending him from anything - if you want to do that, it gets more complicated," he warned. "Jack, do you have questions yet?"

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Flat on his chest on the bed, his cheek pressed against the mattress, Jack shakes his head. He flexes his fingers.

"No, Sir," he says, quietly.

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"How do your hands feel? Your fingers? Your arms?" He worked on choosing another rope as he asked, clinical in a way. These were important things to know; if Jack needed less pressure, he'd adjust the harness.

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"Good," says Jack, flexing as much as he can, feeling out the boundaries. "Tight but not painful? I don't feel like I'm going anywhere."

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