V's attention turned toward the stranger when he was noticed, lazily watching him as he started to approach. As the man started to meander closer V caught on to the man's intention and he did wonder what Hands might do with the stranger intruding on their conversation and foreplay. There was an automatic reaction from V where he slightly shied away from the stranger, far more interested in even just the presence Hands held behind him. That Hands could turn not one, but two people away with what must have only been glares had V's body tense with anticipation (to avoid a tremble, granted).
"We're all achin' for somethin', Sir." As a piece on display he wasn't allowed to use names if he knew them. V shifted a little - it was a movement of anticipation and perhaps a slight impatience in his want, though that was not so readily apparent - and the ropes shifted as his body strained against the knots, muscles tensing against the restraint out of habit before relaxing again.
"I ache for something surprising and unforgettable," he said as a way to get around answering more directly, though the hungry slit before Hands could very much answer the question without words as the longer they idled the wetter V found himself. His selfish body would betray all of his words despite his best attempt, his hips shifting slightly to present himself just a little more. Whether it was intentional or accidental was up to interpretation. "The better question is: what're you wanting?"
Multi-edged, as always. V often found a way to cut to the heart of things: what did Hands want in this moment, what would happen after this. There was also the lingering question of biz - what did Hands want for Pacific and beyond - but while that question did hang in V's mind, it was not the question he was asking here.
Humming his response - it sounds like approval - the air moves again behind V, and Hands moves closer. They're still not touching, but the fixer's patience for interruptions has waned. The sound of metal fingers against the plinth are easy enough to pick out, sharper than the thick and heavy thud of bass.
"Many things. Though, in this moment, I find my desires reduced down to one point. Something surprising and unforgettable is what you ask for, and I'm not surprised. But perhaps that requires something of a cheatsheet, when it comes to you."
When all is said and done, V isn't like other mercs that Hands works with. A consummate professional. A terrifyingly talented netrunner. A Heywood native. Not easily steered without proper respect instilled first. And soaking wet at his current predicament. If Hands had to guess, V wants something he doesn't get in his usual day-to-day.
"Are you going to allow yourself to truly submit? I very much think you want to."
The course of this conversation and the way Hands had lingered had made V hypersensitive and hyper-aware of what was going on around him (as if the vain attempt could help him track the older man's movements). When the air shifted and rolled over his exposed skin he felt his hair raise - not quite getting goose pimples, but close - and as it rolled over his slit the fingers of one hand curled tightly. It saved him from trembling before Hands; as if the fixer needed another testament to V's self-restraint.
The sound of Hands' fingers against the stone cut through everything else - V hadn't quite realized Hands was this close - and it was finally now that V found himself starting to grow uncomfortably warm. V knew that at this point if he were in any other position his thighs would be a wet, sticky mess of his own arousal as it dripped to the floor. His mind was growing muddled enough that the fact Hands had paid him what he would consider a compliment - being as apparently hard to read as Hands himself - wasn't going to register until later.
"Yes, Sir. For you, I will." The hand that V had clenched relaxed, as well as all of the tension in that arm finally released. The tension that was coiled in his body, in each of his muscles, finally began to dissipate as V made himself let go as much as he could. Some still existed in his thighs from pure, greedy want, but overall he did what he could to show his surrender.
Were it any other context and person there would have been a much more drawn out battle of wills, something far more aggressive on each side. Mr. Hands, however, had this very subtle dominance about him. Every conversation between the two of them was a subtle dance and shifting of power as they limit tested each other, pushing at boundaries to see what they could get away with. V knew that Hands understood the weight of this concession, and he surely could feel the weight of V's expectation building.
The response is fascinating, a discordant moment that ricochets through the memories of their recent meetings in his office. The other man had been professional. Coiled. Holding himself tight. Their conversation had been cordial enough, even as he'd tried to charm the younger man with well-deserved praise. It hadn't been misplaced. V really is a cut above.
But here and now he's agreeing to a different sort of contract between them and it's miles off the usual. Perhaps V can hear the cogs turn in Hands' mind in the few moments of silence that follow.
"...I'm pleased to hear it."
Unlike many others, he understands that this isn't an invitation to tug his cock out and sink it deep, but to hold up his end of the contract. To surprise. He's still contemplating that as he brushes surprisingly warm metal fingers over the curve of V's ass, barely there but definite touching as the smoothness skims towards the back of a thigh.
V could only imagine what was going through Mr. Hands' head in the silence before he spoke again. He was well-aware of what his normal affect was - he worked fucking hard to curate it and present it - and he knew just how contrasting this was. In those precious moments he wondered what Hands thought of his submission when he'd never reacted the way Hands had hoped to the praise he was intended to bathe in.
He inhaled sharply at the first light touch, slightly pulling away as if he expected the metal to be cold. V tensed under the light, barely there touch. The sensation sent a shiver up first into his lower back, but it would cascade up his spine in a rapid wave to break at his shoulders. His breath released in a light sigh, his breathing not quite regaining the calm, even quality it had before despite V's best efforts.
With this he finally let his head rest on the platform he was on, the cold surface a relief against his hot skin. His gaze was forced out because of how he was tied but Hands still wasn't in his vision. He probably could crane his head to see the other man, but he didn't bother. It felt a bit like cheating to do so: if V's role in this was to submit, then Hands was the one in control. If Hands wanted V to see him, V would be able to see him.
"Do you have a safe word you'd like to share with me?"
The chrome hand follows the arc of V's posterior until thigh meets calf. There it keeps tracing downward, over the slight swell of muscle at the back of lean, long limbs. It travels smoothly down the taut line of his Achilles tendon where it pauses, dallying as though in anticipation.
His other hand is still pressed against the smooth, solid surface of V's stand. All sleek lines and, more realistically, easy to wipe down. Hands is sure there's not a single bodily fluid that hasn't been spilled on these on any given day. But in terms of his own preferences, the product of V's arousal, slick enough to glisten, dials into his interest perfectly well.
He doubts anybody else inquired about a safe word but his question isn't completely altruistic. As always, there's a purpose behind his asking.
V hummed in thought as an immediate response to the fixer's question. It gave hands the honest question (no, he didn't have one) while promising that he would come up with one for this occasion. V didn't really expect to need one and it genuinely hadn't even crossed his mind, but having one was a good idea. He asked Hands to surprise him, after all, and he had no clue what Hands was actually capable of. Perhaps he would actually need one.
As the light touch dragged over his calf his calf tensed as his thigh started to release, his calf starting to release as the finger meandered over the tendon. He shifted a little in the hesitation, his restlessness starting to push against his walls of self-restraint and reservation, hungry claws reaching greedily for Mr. Hands as his body subtly shifted back to be a little closer to V's soon to be handler.
"Konpeki," he responds with. He said it in a tone that was completely serious - anyone passing by would certainly miss the joke within the term - but this was the first joke he'd told Hands in all of their interactions. Even though it was a joke, it was also his actual answer. If he needed to give a safe word it would be Konpeki, but it was clear by the nature of the joke that V didn't think he'd need it after all. He was interested in finding out if Hands was the type to try to drive him to using it, or if Hands was content with doing whatever it was he had planned.
The fingers keep to their perch, not sliding either way as the younger man says 'Konpeki' and Hands is genuinely surprised. It's far less to do with the relatability of the word - what happened at Konpeki Plaza is far from common knowledge but he, just like V, is a consummate professional. What kind of narrator would he be if he didn't understand the characters in the play?
It's the dark humor that sticks out to him, a part of this man tied so elegantly to the plinth that Hands notes curiously. His eyes narrow momentarily as he tries to understand if that's evidence enough of the merc using it as a cloak with which to shield himself or not.
"Very well. 'Konpeki' it is. I, unlike other appetites at play here tonight, am not asking simply as a target to aim for."
Clarifying that he isn't so obvious to take that safe word to try and cause it is for V's benefit. With what little visual input he has, Hands is generous enough to provide a roughly drawn map of their proverbial arena.
The finger finally slips over the heel of V's foot and draws down over his naked sole, metal gliding warmly through the shallow crescent of his arch.
Some part of V wished so badly that he could see the expression on Hands' face. He'd thrown a bit of a curve ball, he knew, and he was curious what expressions flitted across the fixer's face, and what the thoughts behind them could be. What were his thoughts of this sardonic humor that V had aimed back at himself? Perhaps, too, it was a statement to how helpless he was here as he was there: a victim of fate, if one believed in such a thing. Or maybe it just wasn't that deep.
"Discerning as always," he managed before the finger continued. It made sense that Hands had no intent on using this to try to find and then push V past his limits: the man was getting something out of this, and pushing V beyond what he was able to handle was likely not particularly useful information. His foot curled as the warm metal continued, reflexively pulling away some from the tickle of skin very rarely touched by another as he inhaled sharply again to avoid the movement from being a full flinch away from the touch.
In truth, he had to wonder what Hands was getting out of this exercise. With all of the boundaries they'd drawn between each other some part of him expected Hands to go ahead and walk off right this moment in a display of restraint that would make V want Hands all the more, if he were honest. The way Hands was so kind as to set expectation certainly made V feel like that might not actually be the case, though. V wasn't sure what he'd just sold to Hands - and he should likely figure that out - but even under the weight of expectation, he was sure that what he'd bought would be well-worth the cost.
There was a cheeky comment about how he was ready when Hands was on the tip of his tongue but he chose to hold it rather than speak. He could get away with being sassy with his partners but Hands was a very different kind of man. There was immense calculation in every movement and Hands was going into this as blind as one possibly could: Hands knew nothing about who V really was, outside of whatever scarce information he'd managed to find from a record so carefully scrubbed away (which was telling in and of itself). V didn't want to ruin this experience with a single off-hand comment. He'd only be able to experience this moment once, after all, and who knew what the next meeting in Hands' office would be like.
Simply put, had Hands not been something of an opportunist, they wouldn't be having this conversation. There had been plenty of space for him to acknowledge V's presence from a distance without the merc ever even knowing. And while he has an established, well-fortified barrier between himself and everybody else, it doesn't always behoove him to shine a spotlight on that.
Yes, he is mysterious. Yes, he leans very hard into his anonymity.
Yes, he wants the opportunity to find a new way to reward V, to control him, less he start getting ideas about acting against the grain that Hands is smoothing out so diligently.
And, as always, he isn't putting all his stock in one basket.
"Curious, for a man who keeps himself inaccessible on so many levels, that I find you here."
Is he making reference to the fact that what information he does have on V was exceedingly hard to dig up? Maybe. The man is a ghost. Almost as much as Wade Bleecker is.
The air shifts around V's thighs again and metal fingers squeeze, thumb pressing firmly up into the arch of his foot before moving. One hand slides to V's hip, digits curling until anchored. The other brushes up his inner thigh, carefully avoiding any of the other man's leaking arousal.
"Could say similarly 'bout you," he started before his breath caught again from the shifting of hair and the pressure in the arch of his foot. The smooth, warm fingers curled around his hip to anchor Mr. Hands was a reassurance that this was going to happen and there wasn't going to be some rash retreat on the part of the fixer in some crass show of domination. No, the man kept his word. His breath shook as he felt the same impossibly smooth, hard fingers inside his thigh.
It was a strange feeling - in all of his years he'd been with many, but he was used to the soft hands of people who didn't work or the rough hands of those who did. If they had prosthetics they had some form of synthskin. The smooth, warm metal was a new experience, and fuck did it feel good coming from him. V could feel the blood pulsing between his legs making his already aroused clit so engorged he was now consciously aware of it as he gave the softest moan: a request for more.
He managed to find his voice again, carefully making his way through what he wanted to say. A few pauses were the sacrifice to keep his tone even. "Never took you 's'one to mix business'n pleasure."
V already knew that this was a transaction of some sort and that this was decidedly not pleasure (though if they both felt satisfied by the end of this then that was a bonus) but this was definitely a boundary he hadn't expected Hands to cross. If anything, he almost would have expected the fixer to notice him here and move on without acknowledging him, leaving him none the wiser.
Selfishly, he was glad that wasn't the case, and Hands was apparently game to play with him.
That hand glides until he's in a position to grip V's inner thigh, fingers squeezing at the muscle, only loosening again so that he can move this thumb. It stretches up to stroke a faint line right between inner thigh and labia, path lubricated by the other man's excitement. Whether at this or just in general, Hands doesn't care to question.
"I could argue this is one or the other with convincing conviction."
Which is to say he doubts he needs to outline the fact that this is, at the end of the day, business. It just so happens to be pleasurable. To have found this particular merc that he works with here, like this...
Well.
It would be a shame to waste the opportunity to reward him.
Something he's still thinking about as he traces just out of reach of the very hard, very obvious clit begging for attention.
V's thigh flexed against the grip in a reflexive act of defiance before he consciously forced the muscle to relax and melt under the grip so that he could really savor the feeling of the other man's quiet strength. His breathing noticeably hitched and grew ragged at the touch between thigh and desperate arousal, a shudder of pleasure and waiting and want rippling through his frustratingly bound form.
"O-of course," he pants. He was trying to keep his composure, slightly breaking the promise he made to submit. Regardless of whatever deal he struck it was hard to allow himself to fall apart and become a mess before this man. Some part of him didn't want to let the man see him acting like a bitch in heat.
As Hands grew close to his erection, V's hips gently tried to push forward to brush against the other man's exploration as his arms otherwise momentarily tried to tease out of the ropes holding them in place so that he could give himself any relief. Alas, whoever tied these knots knew exactly what they were doing and they held strong even as V strained against them.
The clarification comes despite it not needing to. It just happens to coincide with the light touch of a metal finger swiped across the merc's leaking, wet pussy. Hands is careful to keep the touch light, poised to move if the younger man does in an attempt for more.
For as much as his focus is predominantly on V, he doubts either of them have stopped paying attention to their periphery. This is a private, exclusive venue, yes. It doesn't mean it's safe.
"Good business," he adds, optics finally dropping from the small of V's back to between his legs. He grasps V's erect clit between finger and thumb and slowly jerks, stroking the short distance from tip to base, then back again.
It was true that he'd been tracking whatever movement was in his periphery, but that was growing to be a tall order as the two men continued their chess game. He wanted to respond to Hands, say something that meant he didn't need such things spelled out, but the feeling of the finger teasing his lips made his struggle against his restraints stop and his entire body shudder.
As much as he may wish to push back against the finger and try to drive it in, he couldn't. He didn't have enough control over his own body. It took effort to keep his vision trained ahead of him, to lazily track whoever was trailing from one toy to another at this point, and it was very quickly losing priority.
V wanted to respond to what Hands said about business but once Hands started to slowly stroke him all words quickly evacuated his mind as he groaned in his low, rough voice: "F-fuuuck."
His lips remained parted some in his pleasure, his breath uneven and heavy. He still wanted so much more than this, but this was a relief after the proverbial nothing that Hands had been giving him. His hips rocked in slight thrusts in time with Hands' movement, trying to maximize the feeling in whatever little way he could. Again, his pussy started to pulse in need as his muscles contracted and relaxed to pull out every single tiny little ounce of pleasure that Hands allowed him. He wanted so much more than what was afforded to him, greedy and selfish in this moment just as much as he was in other areas of his life.
Needless to say, V's ability to carry on a meaningful conversation was shot.
The groaned expletive from the other man isn't so much a victory as a map. A perfect piece of feedback to inform what he does next. V shifts in the ropes and they hold true, not something that factors into what Hands chooses to do next but interesting all the same.
Like this, those mantis blades won't be helpful to cut him loose without inflicting grievous damage to himself. A briefly idle thought as he strokes the length of V's clit, enjoying the feel of his arousal so tangible within his grasp. One of the more obvious tells as to his current state and something rather novel, if he's honest.
The conversation sinks into silence and Hands doesn't feel the need to fill it. His confidence doesn't wane as he draws his other hand from off a hip, stroking the soaked slit that keeps pulsing in what he hopes is pleasure. His finger is polite as he starts with only the tip, teasingly circling the younger man's cunt before dipping an inch inside, then another, all the while stroking at that hard clit.
Silence except for the heavy breathing coming from V, the little muffled groans as Hands continued. His fingers curled and then uncurled, repeating, as Hands continued. His pleasure curling in his belly and sitting there pleasantly, not enough to push him over any edge, but just enough to leave him temporarily content. Hands knew what he was doing. V shouldn't have been surprised by this, but a part of him had maybe expected this to be a bit of a bust.
V made a small sound of protest as he felt Hands let go of his hip - he'd liked the grip there, the authority of it - but his disappointment melted away as Hands started to stroke and tease him. At this his hands curled tightly, clenching more tightly the deeper his finger explored. It felt good, so fucking good, and drew more low moans from V as he further let his guards down to rest at Hands' feet.
That Hands deemed to give him a finger was a blessing: he'd been so achingly empty, so starved of attention, of touch. He wanted more, he hungered for more, he was almost desperate for more, but he was so glad for what Hands was willing to give him. He was about to beg: go deeper, add more, actually finger him, actually fuck him. He kept his mouth shut, though. He'd agreed to trust Hands' decisions, to let the older man surprise him. He could only hope this might be a preview of what was to come, just as the hot, hungry clenching around the metal finger was surely a preview of what Hands could have.
If only Hands had... more hands. One to take up residence permanently at the merc's hip. As it stands, he's ascertained there's even better places for his fingers. Harder than organic fingers and undoubtedly different to even the synthskin models some people choose.
Those fingers play V like a finely tuned instrument, readjusting and realigning with every new gasp or sharp inhale. Honing his technique with a view to have the younger man writhing in his restraints as far as he's able to.
"Does that feel good, V?"
He's sliding a solitary finger into the man's incredibly appetizing pussy with a little more pace now, not yet matching the speed of how fast he's jerking V off. They have time.
Once V recovers the ability to actually think it will impress him how Hands is so attentive and able to learn so quickly: he seemed to pay attention to each of V's reactions with each movement. With every push in and every pull out he seemed to be able to gauge just how much V clenched around him to massage his finger, the way V's muscles clenched and released and shifted beneath the ropes to release all of his building and restless energy, the way V grunted, or groaned, or moaned in various levels of approval. It wasn't long before V was melting in the other man's palm, a trembling mess of a man at his mercy.
"Y-yes s-sir," he replied shakily.
Each time the finger withdraws, strands of V's slick cling as a testament to how aroused he truly was. With each withdrawal, some of that slick worked its way to keep his swollen clit good and wet so that Hands had no issue massaging him. The asynchrony in his movement was making it hard for V to focus on either one in particular. It made each stroke and each probe more pleasurable in its own right as each shock of pleasure traveled through him, muscles twitching and pulling in automatic and uncontrollable responses.
His legs were starting to tremble from it, wanting to give out so he could further melt under Hands skilled fingers, but the situation wouldn't afford him such comfort. The longer Hands went the more V strained against the ropes, muscles flexing in defiance against the ropes that held him trapped in essentially a cage. It caused different parts to grow taut or even tighten the bindings: one moment hoisting his arms back tighter causing clear strain on V, the next the ropes tightening around the framing of his thighs to momentarily hold him a little more still for Hands while exaggerating his strength as he strained more against the tension.
The 'Sir' is a nice addition. One that doesn't land with Hands in any way outside of acknowledging that V knows this kink, whether he's into it or not. He gets the motivation. One that doesn't always have to be so pronounced but always falls back into these familiar grooves of the record playing.
He's keyed into V's body now, paying attention to it in ways that feel so very intimate but couldn't be further from it given the small audience they seem to have collected. It doesn't bother the fixer but any interjection is likely to be met with a steely gaze.
As luck would have it, nobody encroaches, too intent to stick to the shadowy sidelines to watch the show.
When Hands feels V get too used to the tempo is when he kicks it up a notch, adds his ring finger to the solitary middle finger and goes harder, faster. Starts fingering V without restraint all the while rubbing at his clit in now perfect synchronicity.
It hardly mattered if it landed with Hands or not: V's acuity was slipping and he was sliding more into habit than anything else. He was checked out enough that he perhaps idly noticed their small audience, but it didn't register to him that he and Hands were the show. It must have been a sight to watch a fixer dressed in one of the finest suits available making a hardened merc - a man so clearly born and raised in the gutters of Night City - fall apart with such careful and strategic movements.
Truly a testament of how the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
The addition of a finger was no issue with how much of a mess V was between his legs, sliding in easily. It was a welcome feeling to be slightly more full, to be fucked even if it was just his fingers. He'd shifted from impatiently wanting more, and more, and more, to simply grateful for what Hands would give him as he could only repeat what he'd more or less said earlier: "Oh f-fuck, fuh..."
His single word dissolved into moans, in time with each thrust and stroke. His squirming and fighting against the ropes lessened as this new pleasure momentarily overwhelmed him. He clenched around Hands' fingers as if trying to pull forth an orgasm and milk hands for all he had despite that being so obviously impossible right now (the body wanted what it wanted).
V was finally starting to get to where he was thinking of his own completion, unsure if he should hold out and see what more Hands had up his sleeve or let go and crash into that wave head first.
While there may be some anonymity beneath the music - thick bass blanketing the sound of an aroused man being finger fucked hard - there's no mistaking what they're doing. The frantic speed at which Hands penetrates the merc lashed down to the plinth is frankly impressive. A testament to his seemingly single-minded desire to steer V to his climax.
If V is in any doubt over whether to allow himself to be sent over the edge, to chase that bloom of pleasure from deep inside him, Hands clears that up for him fast.
"Let yourself go, hm?"
An invitation. Nothing more than a suggestion. But it's clear enough in the way Hands is lavishing attention on him that he certainly wants V to come.
It is perhaps some testament to V's experience how much endurance he has despite never investing in a Midnight Lady. As all but the last of his own restraint melts away things start to go faster and the futile struggles against the ropes and his other bonds cease as he turned into a moaning and whimpering mess.
He'd ultimately held out and denied himself release, until Hands suggested to let himself go. And that was all that it was: a thought that he vocalized, but to the onlookers it may have looked more like a command. V had unconsciously been waiting for permission, really, or to reach the point of failure where he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Mere seconds after the invitation V finally came, his entire body tensing and straining against the ropes as his pleasure rushed through his entire body. Rather than try to grip Hands' fingers, his inner walls trembled and spasmed with the force of his orgasm. He'd let out one final groan at the initial rush of his climax, but otherwise fell into silence as he fell through the crashing wave of the pleasure Hands had allowed him to have.
Working V through his orgasm is par for the course and Hands, satisfied enough just at the young man falling apart around his fingers, only slows to a halt when V settles again. The ropes visibly relax as the merc does, a nice place to tie things off for this particular experience.
There's a gap where he'd usually be slathering on praise. It's unnecessary here, specifically with this man. Though he's not completely without reward, slipping his fingers from V's body as he leans over enough that, in this position, with his hips shifted just a touch closer, he could fuck doggy style were he less dressed.
"I enjoyed that very much, V," he says, his voice low and just for the younger man beneath him, "thank you."
The shift of cool air denotes the point at which he moves back. After a few seconds V might be able to pick up that Hands has, in fact, left entirely, no longer occupying the space behind him or anywhere around him, melting back into his relative anonymity.
As V relaxed, the last of his restraints and barriers - at least in this context - melted away as he grew languid on the plinth and hazy contentment clouded his mind. As Hands leaned over him V could swear he felt the kiss of that expensive suit against this skin, fleeting, calling his attention to the fact that if Hands were any other man he'd feel that cock sliding into him to fill him so deliciously. V knew this was a thought that would burrow itself into his mind and keep him bothered even after he went home and had a chance to sleep the evening off.
He still wasn't quite together enough to respond to the other man's words but surely the entire trail of events that led here spoke for V. When he realized that Hands was gone he felt a sinking disappointment - certainly not the feeling he'd expected - as he realized this was likely never to happen again. This experience was something he couldn't get back at home - sure, they would oblige if he asked, but it wasn't necessarily what his partners wanted - and he was left wanting to experience it again.
It wasn't until he felt fingers curl into his hair that he realized he was now stuck with the circle of vultures that had been watching and wanted to sate their entitlement on what they felt they were now owed after the display Hands put on for them.
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Date: 2023-10-22 08:01 pm (UTC)"We're all achin' for somethin', Sir." As a piece on display he wasn't allowed to use names if he knew them. V shifted a little - it was a movement of anticipation and perhaps a slight impatience in his want, though that was not so readily apparent - and the ropes shifted as his body strained against the knots, muscles tensing against the restraint out of habit before relaxing again.
"I ache for something surprising and unforgettable," he said as a way to get around answering more directly, though the hungry slit before Hands could very much answer the question without words as the longer they idled the wetter V found himself. His selfish body would betray all of his words despite his best attempt, his hips shifting slightly to present himself just a little more. Whether it was intentional or accidental was up to interpretation. "The better question is: what're you wanting?"
Multi-edged, as always. V often found a way to cut to the heart of things: what did Hands want in this moment, what would happen after this. There was also the lingering question of biz - what did Hands want for Pacific and beyond - but while that question did hang in V's mind, it was not the question he was asking here.
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Date: 2023-10-23 10:14 am (UTC)"Many things. Though, in this moment, I find my desires reduced down to one point. Something surprising and unforgettable is what you ask for, and I'm not surprised. But perhaps that requires something of a cheatsheet, when it comes to you."
When all is said and done, V isn't like other mercs that Hands works with. A consummate professional. A terrifyingly talented netrunner. A Heywood native. Not easily steered without proper respect instilled first. And soaking wet at his current predicament. If Hands had to guess, V wants something he doesn't get in his usual day-to-day.
"Are you going to allow yourself to truly submit? I very much think you want to."
i give up on icons i plan on redoing them soon so just. pretend they're appropriate expressions lmao
Date: 2023-10-23 01:11 pm (UTC)The sound of Hands' fingers against the stone cut through everything else - V hadn't quite realized Hands was this close - and it was finally now that V found himself starting to grow uncomfortably warm. V knew that at this point if he were in any other position his thighs would be a wet, sticky mess of his own arousal as it dripped to the floor. His mind was growing muddled enough that the fact Hands had paid him what he would consider a compliment - being as apparently hard to read as Hands himself - wasn't going to register until later.
"Yes, Sir. For you, I will." The hand that V had clenched relaxed, as well as all of the tension in that arm finally released. The tension that was coiled in his body, in each of his muscles, finally began to dissipate as V made himself let go as much as he could. Some still existed in his thighs from pure, greedy want, but overall he did what he could to show his surrender.
Were it any other context and person there would have been a much more drawn out battle of wills, something far more aggressive on each side. Mr. Hands, however, had this very subtle dominance about him. Every conversation between the two of them was a subtle dance and shifting of power as they limit tested each other, pushing at boundaries to see what they could get away with. V knew that Hands understood the weight of this concession, and he surely could feel the weight of V's expectation building.
So all of them hot then
Date: 2023-10-23 06:43 pm (UTC)But here and now he's agreeing to a different sort of contract between them and it's miles off the usual. Perhaps V can hear the cogs turn in Hands' mind in the few moments of silence that follow.
"...I'm pleased to hear it."
Unlike many others, he understands that this isn't an invitation to tug his cock out and sink it deep, but to hold up his end of the contract. To surprise. He's still contemplating that as he brushes surprisingly warm metal fingers over the curve of V's ass, barely there but definite touching as the smoothness skims towards the back of a thigh.
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Date: 2023-10-23 07:21 pm (UTC)He inhaled sharply at the first light touch, slightly pulling away as if he expected the metal to be cold. V tensed under the light, barely there touch. The sensation sent a shiver up first into his lower back, but it would cascade up his spine in a rapid wave to break at his shoulders. His breath released in a light sigh, his breathing not quite regaining the calm, even quality it had before despite V's best efforts.
With this he finally let his head rest on the platform he was on, the cold surface a relief against his hot skin. His gaze was forced out because of how he was tied but Hands still wasn't in his vision. He probably could crane his head to see the other man, but he didn't bother. It felt a bit like cheating to do so: if V's role in this was to submit, then Hands was the one in control. If Hands wanted V to see him, V would be able to see him.
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Date: 2023-10-23 09:01 pm (UTC)The chrome hand follows the arc of V's posterior until thigh meets calf. There it keeps tracing downward, over the slight swell of muscle at the back of lean, long limbs. It travels smoothly down the taut line of his Achilles tendon where it pauses, dallying as though in anticipation.
His other hand is still pressed against the smooth, solid surface of V's stand. All sleek lines and, more realistically, easy to wipe down. Hands is sure there's not a single bodily fluid that hasn't been spilled on these on any given day. But in terms of his own preferences, the product of V's arousal, slick enough to glisten, dials into his interest perfectly well.
He doubts anybody else inquired about a safe word but his question isn't completely altruistic. As always, there's a purpose behind his asking.
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Date: 2023-10-23 09:34 pm (UTC)As the light touch dragged over his calf his calf tensed as his thigh started to release, his calf starting to release as the finger meandered over the tendon. He shifted a little in the hesitation, his restlessness starting to push against his walls of self-restraint and reservation, hungry claws reaching greedily for Mr. Hands as his body subtly shifted back to be a little closer to V's soon to be handler.
"Konpeki," he responds with. He said it in a tone that was completely serious - anyone passing by would certainly miss the joke within the term - but this was the first joke he'd told Hands in all of their interactions. Even though it was a joke, it was also his actual answer. If he needed to give a safe word it would be Konpeki, but it was clear by the nature of the joke that V didn't think he'd need it after all. He was interested in finding out if Hands was the type to try to drive him to using it, or if Hands was content with doing whatever it was he had planned.
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Date: 2023-10-24 07:51 am (UTC)It's the dark humor that sticks out to him, a part of this man tied so elegantly to the plinth that Hands notes curiously. His eyes narrow momentarily as he tries to understand if that's evidence enough of the merc using it as a cloak with which to shield himself or not.
"Very well. 'Konpeki' it is. I, unlike other appetites at play here tonight, am not asking simply as a target to aim for."
Clarifying that he isn't so obvious to take that safe word to try and cause it is for V's benefit. With what little visual input he has, Hands is generous enough to provide a roughly drawn map of their proverbial arena.
The finger finally slips over the heel of V's foot and draws down over his naked sole, metal gliding warmly through the shallow crescent of his arch.
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Date: 2023-10-24 01:09 pm (UTC)"Discerning as always," he managed before the finger continued. It made sense that Hands had no intent on using this to try to find and then push V past his limits: the man was getting something out of this, and pushing V beyond what he was able to handle was likely not particularly useful information. His foot curled as the warm metal continued, reflexively pulling away some from the tickle of skin very rarely touched by another as he inhaled sharply again to avoid the movement from being a full flinch away from the touch.
In truth, he had to wonder what Hands was getting out of this exercise. With all of the boundaries they'd drawn between each other some part of him expected Hands to go ahead and walk off right this moment in a display of restraint that would make V want Hands all the more, if he were honest. The way Hands was so kind as to set expectation certainly made V feel like that might not actually be the case, though. V wasn't sure what he'd just sold to Hands - and he should likely figure that out - but even under the weight of expectation, he was sure that what he'd bought would be well-worth the cost.
There was a cheeky comment about how he was ready when Hands was on the tip of his tongue but he chose to hold it rather than speak. He could get away with being sassy with his partners but Hands was a very different kind of man. There was immense calculation in every movement and Hands was going into this as blind as one possibly could: Hands knew nothing about who V really was, outside of whatever scarce information he'd managed to find from a record so carefully scrubbed away (which was telling in and of itself). V didn't want to ruin this experience with a single off-hand comment. He'd only be able to experience this moment once, after all, and who knew what the next meeting in Hands' office would be like.
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Date: 2023-10-25 09:11 am (UTC)Yes, he is mysterious. Yes, he leans very hard into his anonymity.
Yes, he wants the opportunity to find a new way to reward V, to control him, less he start getting ideas about acting against the grain that Hands is smoothing out so diligently.
And, as always, he isn't putting all his stock in one basket.
"Curious, for a man who keeps himself inaccessible on so many levels, that I find you here."
Is he making reference to the fact that what information he does have on V was exceedingly hard to dig up? Maybe. The man is a ghost. Almost as much as Wade Bleecker is.
The air shifts around V's thighs again and metal fingers squeeze, thumb pressing firmly up into the arch of his foot before moving. One hand slides to V's hip, digits curling until anchored. The other brushes up his inner thigh, carefully avoiding any of the other man's leaking arousal.
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Date: 2023-10-25 12:40 pm (UTC)It was a strange feeling - in all of his years he'd been with many, but he was used to the soft hands of people who didn't work or the rough hands of those who did. If they had prosthetics they had some form of synthskin. The smooth, warm metal was a new experience, and fuck did it feel good coming from him. V could feel the blood pulsing between his legs making his already aroused clit so engorged he was now consciously aware of it as he gave the softest moan: a request for more.
He managed to find his voice again, carefully making his way through what he wanted to say. A few pauses were the sacrifice to keep his tone even. "Never took you 's'one to mix business'n pleasure."
V already knew that this was a transaction of some sort and that this was decidedly not pleasure (though if they both felt satisfied by the end of this then that was a bonus) but this was definitely a boundary he hadn't expected Hands to cross. If anything, he almost would have expected the fixer to notice him here and move on without acknowledging him, leaving him none the wiser.
Selfishly, he was glad that wasn't the case, and Hands was apparently game to play with him.
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Date: 2023-10-25 02:22 pm (UTC)"I could argue this is one or the other with convincing conviction."
Which is to say he doubts he needs to outline the fact that this is, at the end of the day, business. It just so happens to be pleasurable. To have found this particular merc that he works with here, like this...
Well.
It would be a shame to waste the opportunity to reward him.
Something he's still thinking about as he traces just out of reach of the very hard, very obvious clit begging for attention.
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Date: 2023-10-25 03:11 pm (UTC)"O-of course," he pants. He was trying to keep his composure, slightly breaking the promise he made to submit. Regardless of whatever deal he struck it was hard to allow himself to fall apart and become a mess before this man. Some part of him didn't want to let the man see him acting like a bitch in heat.
As Hands grew close to his erection, V's hips gently tried to push forward to brush against the other man's exploration as his arms otherwise momentarily tried to tease out of the ropes holding them in place so that he could give himself any relief. Alas, whoever tied these knots knew exactly what they were doing and they held strong even as V strained against them.
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Date: 2023-10-25 06:52 pm (UTC)The clarification comes despite it not needing to. It just happens to coincide with the light touch of a metal finger swiped across the merc's leaking, wet pussy. Hands is careful to keep the touch light, poised to move if the younger man does in an attempt for more.
For as much as his focus is predominantly on V, he doubts either of them have stopped paying attention to their periphery. This is a private, exclusive venue, yes. It doesn't mean it's safe.
"Good business," he adds, optics finally dropping from the small of V's back to between his legs. He grasps V's erect clit between finger and thumb and slowly jerks, stroking the short distance from tip to base, then back again.
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Date: 2023-10-25 08:07 pm (UTC)As much as he may wish to push back against the finger and try to drive it in, he couldn't. He didn't have enough control over his own body. It took effort to keep his vision trained ahead of him, to lazily track whoever was trailing from one toy to another at this point, and it was very quickly losing priority.
V wanted to respond to what Hands said about business but once Hands started to slowly stroke him all words quickly evacuated his mind as he groaned in his low, rough voice: "F-fuuuck."
His lips remained parted some in his pleasure, his breath uneven and heavy. He still wanted so much more than this, but this was a relief after the proverbial nothing that Hands had been giving him. His hips rocked in slight thrusts in time with Hands' movement, trying to maximize the feeling in whatever little way he could. Again, his pussy started to pulse in need as his muscles contracted and relaxed to pull out every single tiny little ounce of pleasure that Hands allowed him. He wanted so much more than what was afforded to him, greedy and selfish in this moment just as much as he was in other areas of his life.
Needless to say, V's ability to carry on a meaningful conversation was shot.
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Date: 2023-10-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Like this, those mantis blades won't be helpful to cut him loose without inflicting grievous damage to himself. A briefly idle thought as he strokes the length of V's clit, enjoying the feel of his arousal so tangible within his grasp. One of the more obvious tells as to his current state and something rather novel, if he's honest.
The conversation sinks into silence and Hands doesn't feel the need to fill it. His confidence doesn't wane as he draws his other hand from off a hip, stroking the soaked slit that keeps pulsing in what he hopes is pleasure. His finger is polite as he starts with only the tip, teasingly circling the younger man's cunt before dipping an inch inside, then another, all the while stroking at that hard clit.
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Date: 2023-10-26 04:35 am (UTC)V made a small sound of protest as he felt Hands let go of his hip - he'd liked the grip there, the authority of it - but his disappointment melted away as Hands started to stroke and tease him. At this his hands curled tightly, clenching more tightly the deeper his finger explored. It felt good, so fucking good, and drew more low moans from V as he further let his guards down to rest at Hands' feet.
That Hands deemed to give him a finger was a blessing: he'd been so achingly empty, so starved of attention, of touch. He wanted more, he hungered for more, he was almost desperate for more, but he was so glad for what Hands was willing to give him. He was about to beg: go deeper, add more, actually finger him, actually fuck him. He kept his mouth shut, though. He'd agreed to trust Hands' decisions, to let the older man surprise him. He could only hope this might be a preview of what was to come, just as the hot, hungry clenching around the metal finger was surely a preview of what Hands could have.
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Date: 2023-10-26 08:04 am (UTC)Those fingers play V like a finely tuned instrument, readjusting and realigning with every new gasp or sharp inhale. Honing his technique with a view to have the younger man writhing in his restraints as far as he's able to.
"Does that feel good, V?"
He's sliding a solitary finger into the man's incredibly appetizing pussy with a little more pace now, not yet matching the speed of how fast he's jerking V off. They have time.
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Date: 2023-10-26 03:36 pm (UTC)"Y-yes s-sir," he replied shakily.
Each time the finger withdraws, strands of V's slick cling as a testament to how aroused he truly was. With each withdrawal, some of that slick worked its way to keep his swollen clit good and wet so that Hands had no issue massaging him. The asynchrony in his movement was making it hard for V to focus on either one in particular. It made each stroke and each probe more pleasurable in its own right as each shock of pleasure traveled through him, muscles twitching and pulling in automatic and uncontrollable responses.
His legs were starting to tremble from it, wanting to give out so he could further melt under Hands skilled fingers, but the situation wouldn't afford him such comfort. The longer Hands went the more V strained against the ropes, muscles flexing in defiance against the ropes that held him trapped in essentially a cage. It caused different parts to grow taut or even tighten the bindings: one moment hoisting his arms back tighter causing clear strain on V, the next the ropes tightening around the framing of his thighs to momentarily hold him a little more still for Hands while exaggerating his strength as he strained more against the tension.
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Date: 2023-10-26 08:09 pm (UTC)He's keyed into V's body now, paying attention to it in ways that feel so very intimate but couldn't be further from it given the small audience they seem to have collected. It doesn't bother the fixer but any interjection is likely to be met with a steely gaze.
As luck would have it, nobody encroaches, too intent to stick to the shadowy sidelines to watch the show.
When Hands feels V get too used to the tempo is when he kicks it up a notch, adds his ring finger to the solitary middle finger and goes harder, faster. Starts fingering V without restraint all the while rubbing at his clit in now perfect synchronicity.
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Date: 2023-10-26 10:30 pm (UTC)Truly a testament of how the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
The addition of a finger was no issue with how much of a mess V was between his legs, sliding in easily. It was a welcome feeling to be slightly more full, to be fucked even if it was just his fingers. He'd shifted from impatiently wanting more, and more, and more, to simply grateful for what Hands would give him as he could only repeat what he'd more or less said earlier: "Oh f-fuck, fuh..."
His single word dissolved into moans, in time with each thrust and stroke. His squirming and fighting against the ropes lessened as this new pleasure momentarily overwhelmed him. He clenched around Hands' fingers as if trying to pull forth an orgasm and milk hands for all he had despite that being so obviously impossible right now (the body wanted what it wanted).
V was finally starting to get to where he was thinking of his own completion, unsure if he should hold out and see what more Hands had up his sleeve or let go and crash into that wave head first.
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Date: 2023-10-27 08:01 pm (UTC)If V is in any doubt over whether to allow himself to be sent over the edge, to chase that bloom of pleasure from deep inside him, Hands clears that up for him fast.
"Let yourself go, hm?"
An invitation. Nothing more than a suggestion. But it's clear enough in the way Hands is lavishing attention on him that he certainly wants V to come.
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Date: 2023-10-28 03:53 am (UTC)He'd ultimately held out and denied himself release, until Hands suggested to let himself go. And that was all that it was: a thought that he vocalized, but to the onlookers it may have looked more like a command. V had unconsciously been waiting for permission, really, or to reach the point of failure where he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Mere seconds after the invitation V finally came, his entire body tensing and straining against the ropes as his pleasure rushed through his entire body. Rather than try to grip Hands' fingers, his inner walls trembled and spasmed with the force of his orgasm. He'd let out one final groan at the initial rush of his climax, but otherwise fell into silence as he fell through the crashing wave of the pleasure Hands had allowed him to have.
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Date: 2023-10-28 10:12 am (UTC)There's a gap where he'd usually be slathering on praise. It's unnecessary here, specifically with this man. Though he's not completely without reward, slipping his fingers from V's body as he leans over enough that, in this position, with his hips shifted just a touch closer, he could fuck doggy style were he less dressed.
"I enjoyed that very much, V," he says, his voice low and just for the younger man beneath him, "thank you."
The shift of cool air denotes the point at which he moves back. After a few seconds V might be able to pick up that Hands has, in fact, left entirely, no longer occupying the space behind him or anywhere around him, melting back into his relative anonymity.
*slaps a stick on bow on this thread* aaaaand that's a wrap
Date: 2023-10-28 03:15 pm (UTC)He still wasn't quite together enough to respond to the other man's words but surely the entire trail of events that led here spoke for V. When he realized that Hands was gone he felt a sinking disappointment - certainly not the feeling he'd expected - as he realized this was likely never to happen again. This experience was something he couldn't get back at home - sure, they would oblige if he asked, but it wasn't necessarily what his partners wanted - and he was left wanting to experience it again.
It wasn't until he felt fingers curl into his hair that he realized he was now stuck with the circle of vultures that had been watching and wanted to sate their entitlement on what they felt they were now owed after the display Hands put on for them.