Lion's Den: Ch 2

[warmskies]

"And then, when I woke up, he'd already wiped me down a little," Claude sighs, leaning against the wall contentedly as he recalls those moments. "He could pick me up like I was nothing, Hilda, all the way to the bathroom. His fingers worked through my hair enough to massage my brain into non-existence."

Across the table at their preferred cafe, Hilda takes a long sip of her tea and looks thoughtful. "That really does sound like high quality pampering," she agrees. "I'd kind of dismissed it at the time as just a present for you, but if it's really good aftercare, maybe I should sign up for a test run..." Ha, and that's just like Hilda, really. If a place doesn't give some high quality aftercare, then it's never really going to be a place worth going to. No matter how great a session or the sex is.

Claude's grins slyly around his fork as he goes through his salad. (The homemade dressings of this place are half the reason for coming.) "Hey, I think if you come under my recommendation, I get a discount or something, so just let me know..."

"Ugh!" Hilda exclaims, even with a wide grin spread across her lips. "Look at you, using me to get goodies. But I guess that answers that question, then, on if you were going to be a regular client. It's pretty impressive the Lion's Den managed to snag someone as picky as you."

He could argue that he's not that picky, but, well, maybe he kind of is. It's been a rare place where he's honestly committed in this kind of way before. There have been some places where he's enjoyed his initial time there, yeah, or he's gone back a second or third time... Just rarely has he actually become a member of a service like this. Even he's not entirely sure why. None of them just... scratched that exact itch he was looking for that he found with Dimitri and the Lion's Den. Hell, when was the last time he even went to a place like that?

Claude idly spins his fork inbetween his fingers. "Well, it just seemed like a good deal," is all he says in the end. "There are a lot more things I want to try out, anyway, and their credentials seem up to it. Actually-" He perks up, eyes going bright. "I have a chat scheduled with him for tonight, to plot out our next session. There's something I've always wanted to try, but I never really felt confident enoguh in the other party to go for it before."

There are some kinks that can be tried out with anyone, so long as you like them and are willing to give it a go. Like, the most simple and basic of bondage isn't anything too wild, in Claude's opinion. But there are a great many more where he'd have to have at least some collateral, or more than a little confidence, that his partner could do him right in more than one meaning of the phrase.

Something about Dimitri... really did seem to fulfill that idea of stability for him. It's nice.

In all honesty, he should probably stay focused on his job when he gets back from lunch. Instead, he uses his actual work computer to log onto the Lion's Den website in order to work out this session with Dimitri. He figures he can multitask well enough.

Plus, from what he's managed to puzzle out in his few brief interactions becoming a member of the Den and setting up this next session, it can be hard to get any extended time speaking with Dimitri. A little bit of research has shown that all of the Lions there are quite popular, but he's definitely one of the hottest commodities.

DeerIntoTheDen: hey there, dimitri! so are we all good to talk about the next session?

Dimitri: Good afternoon, Claude. I do have time. Do you have an idea of what you want to do next time?

DeerIntoTheDen: yeah, but i wanted to double check with you on it first. it is a bit much for some ppl or they haven't done it a lot. i'm not going to ask if a pro like you is familiar with it, but have you ever actually done sounding?

Dimitri: I have done it before, in fact. I can provide my qualifications for you, if you would like.

DeerIntoTheDen: that'd work! but so long as everything looks to be in place, then i would def love to try that out next time.

DeerIntoTheDen: 《《o(≧◇≦)o》》

Dimitri: Then I will make sure that we have everything prepared for you in a few days. It shouldn't take too much effort. Did the room from your first time suit your tastes?

DeerIntoTheDen: that was the nice hotel kind of room, right?? it did its job pretty well and its not like i had much time to worry about it when i was being treated by you. ☆(>ω・)

DeerIntoTheDen: but if i could get to choose something a little different next time, i wouldn't mind that. It's always nice to have at least a little variety, even if it's just a change in decor and all that. but i know that sounding isnt anything too fancy so its not as though it deserves a really complicated room or whatever.

Dimitri: I understand. I will see what other rooms we have available, but that sort of thing should be easy enough to arrange as well. Is there anything else that you want me to keep in mind before we meet up that day?

DeerIntoTheDen: i think that's it! feel free to surprise me a little when we get there~

Claude doesn't know how that will look in the end, of course, but he wants to have at least a little faith in Dimitri's abilities as a professional sex worker for this sort of thing. It's a challenge to himself as well, to roll with whatever may come as a result of these encounters. It's fine if he doesn't have control over every little small thing, he tells himself, as he takes the underground to Anna's. This is going to be his first work testing that for real.

The Lion's Den still looks as classy as ever when he walks up to it, and the insides are still spotless when he pokes his head in. Instead of a certain redhead, however, someone much more unassuming is seated at the desk in the foyer area.

"Oh, hi there!" says the freckled guy at the computer, smiling at him sweetly. His appearance taps at a bell in Claude's brain - ah, he knows where he's seen him, now. Ashe, the most objectively cute guy in the Lion binder. "Have you come here to look at some of our things, or... are you here for an appointment?"

"Appointment," Claude promises him with a smile as he walks along the rug right up to the desk. Even now, even with him having been raised as quite a rich kid and made it as an impressive adult, there's a kind of unique feeling that comes with walking down this long and luxurious rug through an equally luxurious room. Weird, honestly. Yet somehow, he still manages to feel almost special as he makes his way... It must knock quite a few other people out, feeling like this. That, or they get too arrogant and cause problems. "Claude, I was scheduled to spend a little bit of time with Dimitri."

Judging by the way Ashe perks up at his name alone, he might not have even needed to add that last bit. "Oh, so you're Claude!" he exclaims, positively beaming. Jeez, he really does have a cute face. Claude would bet money on that nailing some people alone. Either way, Ashe gets up to his feet, and adjusts the cozy looking pale blue cardigan around his shoulders. As if he needed to look softer. "Please just follow me - I can get you some tea if you'd like! Or maybe that's not something to have right before a session...?"

They were served tea when they first checked out this place, weren't they? Claude wonders in amusement if this is going to be a reoccurring sort of thing. "It probably isn't," he says with a light laugh. "But I wouldn't mind a place to sit down. So Sylvain has a day off, huh?"

Stepping out from behind the desk, Ashe laughs a little bit. "Oh, no, he just had an important call to make," Ashe says, gesturing for Claude to follow after him. So they won't be in the room that he and Hilda first had tea in, then, huh...? "I'm having a bit of a break inbetween sessions myself, so I thought that watching over the front desk was the least I could do!"

Ashe leads Claude past the elevators taking him to the rest of the very lovely and intricate rooms the Lion's Den has to offer, into a place that somehow seems a little bit cozier than before. It's not quite as large and grand, although the material of the loveseat he settles down on is still absolutely heavenly. An obvious fridge and accompanying electric kettle already mark the difference as well. It... almost reminds Claude of a breakroom, like he'd have at work. Well, not like his is this fancy, but still. Similar vibes.

"Sounds like you're either pretty industrious, or a pretty good coworker," Claude mentions, folding his hands behind his head. "Speaking of which, it kind of sounded as though you'd heard about me before...?" From Sylvain, maybe? Or, who knows, maybe Dimitri is actually pretty chatty behind the scenes. It's not as though him or Claude really know each other, or have any other relationship besides a professional one.

Ashe ducks his head a little, fingers raking back through that gray hair of his. "Oh, that... Well, you took the place of another customer, didn't you? That sort of thing doesn't happen too often, so word ended up just - spreading around!"

Oh, he bet word spread around. Customers like the one he replaced tend to be grumbled about more often than not, and the way that Dimitri took care of the problem? That would have been coffee pot gossip for a good long while. Still, it's clear what Ashe is trying to do, phrasing things like that, so Claude decides to let him off the hook. "Well, glad to hear that it wasn't anything terrible," he says, before winking. "Anyway, I can look after myself in here, so long as you let Dimitri know where I disappeared to. Wouldn't want to gain a reputation of skipping great appointments."

Any other person might be glad to ditch a client they don't have to watch after, especially if they were soaking up a nice break, or had other work that they wanted to do. All Ashe does is blink a few times. "Oh, are you sure?" he asks. "I thought that even if we might not be able to serve you any refreshments before Dimitri comes down to meet you, you could still enjoy a little bit of company..."

The Lion's Den really does have some nice variety, doesn't it? The charming playboy nature of Sylvain, Dedue's attractive stoicism and reassuring quiet, Dimitri's own domineering presence... And apparently Ashe, sweet and pleasant as can be. People may have types, but people also like having options. The Den really does provide quite a bit of that. Claude certainly isn't complaining. Quite the opposite.

"If you're sure you don't have anything better to do than hang around a guy like me," Claude says, winking. "So I guess this is the members only room, huh? While the outside one is for when you're trying to wine and dine potential customers."

Maybe thanks to the irreverent tone he uses in his words, he gets Ashe laughing a little bit even as the other guy settles down into a seat opposite him. There's no giant table inbetween them, with small side tables being besides the armrests, and their feet brush together. Cozy. "Well, it is really important to make a good first impression... Sylvain always says that, and I guess it really is true. But that doesn't mean we treat our important clients any less than that! Rather..." Ashe's cheeks go a little pink, and there's his fingers along the back of his neck again, toying at some hair. "Well, maybe it's only me, but I prefer this kind of room far better while meeting up with a client before a session. I always feel really out of place and pressured when everything is so fancy like that!"

"And this is more casual and intimate, right?" Claude adds, nodding with a little smile of his own. "I think I can get what you mean." For those not used to it, no doubt all the fancy service can start to be intimidating if they think on it too long... for example, if they're stuck in a room talking about negotiations, or figuring out their next session.

While it might not have a secret tea paradise (that he can see, anyway, which means it still could) or be a room massive enough to comfortably five people or more... This room with its slightly warmer hues and smaller space definitely makes him feel a little more relaxed. He can see Ashe's point.

Him seeming to get it is enough to lighten Ashe up, and Claude can see the appeal in that, too. How long had the book said that Ashe had worked in the Den...? "Exactly! Of course, I would like to use some of the rooms upstairs as well, because I think they really could do even better there, but, well... Sometimes it's better to have this kind of separation, I guess?" Before Ashe can further explain anything, he pauses, and reaches down into a buzzing cardigan pocket. Pulling out his phone, he glances through it quickly. "Oh! It looks like Dimitri is just about ready for you... Then, I'll leave for now." Pushing himself up onto his feet, Ashe sends him a dazzling smile. "I hope that you really enjoy your session with Dimitri! He always works really hard at making great experiences for his partner!"

Well, considering how hard that Claude was knocked for a loop just from his first test run that night before... He doesn't need to be told twice. Nice, at least, that Dimitri's coworkers seem to have good things to say about him. That, or Ashe is just a genuinely nice guy. Both could be possible! "I'll be sure to," Claude promises Ashe with a wink, waving good bye to him.

Nice guy. Shame Claude isn't really into being on top or anything. Still, no reason to not say 'hi' if they spot each other, right?

Dimitri shows up not that long after, from wherever he was - pumping himself up for a scene? Getting all the tools ready? Coming off of his own break? Claude is pretty sure that Option Number 2 is the correct answer, considering the decently sized case he holds up. "Your choices," he says simply, falling into the now vacant seat before Claude. He settles into it much like he had the seat back in the fancier room the first night Claude had visited - irreverently and roughly. "You're going with the first set."

It becomes clear what he means, exactly, when Dimitri arranges the case on his lap, and opens it up to reveal a frankly stunning array of sounders. He'd done his research long before coming here, of course, because it would be foolish and negligent to do anything else... but there are a few shapes and designs, materials, that even he hadn't considered or seen.

Glass, some sort of rubber or plastic material, cool and simple metal... Smooth straight lines, some that curve just towards the end, others filled with shifting bumps... And then one that is made out of some absolutely black material, with some sort of angry looking ram's skull with large horns on one hand.

Claude stares at that last one in particular for a moment, before slowly raising his eyes up to Dimitri with a quirk of his brow and an amused twist of his lips. The question is wordless, but Dimitri doesn't seem to have any trouble deciphering it. There's just a flat stare, that of a man who has seen everyone's most embarrassing kinks and fetishes, and says in a tone equally flat, "People have tastes."

Tastes. Not good or bad ones. Just tastes. Claude kind of loves it, and he just barely manages to hold back the bit of cackling that wants to bubble up out of his throat. There's no stopping his wide smile, however, but, well, he hopes Dimitri understands.

Still, tastes aside... Claude draws his attention back to the array of sounders before him and leans forward. The first set, right? It's a row of sounders all made of that pretty and shiny metal, also happening to be among the smallest of the sets on display here. Not the smallest, probably taking into consideration his natural size, but definitely thin. "Since it's my first time, right?" Claude asks, fingers twitching with the urge to run along that pretty metal held in place. He has no idea if Dimitri has gotten them all prepped yet, and he wouldn't want to ruin any hard work. Hands to himself. For now. "Well, I have no complaints here."

Dimitri phrased everything like a statement. Like this was what they were going to use, and that was that. Yet, well... Claude likes to think there was something a little more professional and thoughtful in there. If that was really how he felt, after all, then he would have just whipped them out during the actual session, and done whatever he liked. But Dimitri, if nothing else, is a professional...

And Ashe had said, in this room meant for negotiations and pre-session talk, that he's a hard worker.

Maybe it's just him, but he thinks Dimitri's shoulders ease up a fraction of an inch to his response, and he nods, shutting the case. "Have you obeyed me properly?" he says, getting up onto his feet once the case is fastened shut.

He's referring, of course, to the conditions he'd laid out ahead of time in their emails between each other as they'd hammered out Claude's experience, and what he was looking for. Best not to eat or drink anything too close to their session date. While the session could be called off at any time if it became too much, or if Claude really had to go, well... That's something made a little awkward and difficult to do properly when he has something literally in his dick. Something that is best pulled out slowly and carefully.

He would have taken that sort of care anyway, just out of his own over-cautiousness if anything else, but he'd appreciated Dimitri's "orders". Adds a little bit of flavor to the scene as well, and Claude presses their arms together just slightly as they exit the room together. "Obeyed you exactly like you wanted me to," he purrs. "So I think I ought to be rewarded a little bit for what I did."

They're not in the scene, likely won't be up until they get into the room that Dimitri has prepared. Nothing else has exactly been set up or discussed, after all. Still, a little teasing like this... ought to be fine.

At least, Dimitri doesn't tell him off for it. He just glances at him, still as cool and unapproachable as ever. "You will get what you deserve," he growls, lip curling over his teeth, and something about the very carnal vibe of it sends electricity swirling down Claude's spine.

The room they get to isn't on the same floor as the one they were in last time, although the hallway seems very much the same. Claude guesses that makes sense; no reason to pretty up the hallways when they're just a minor trip to the ultimate destination. Inbetween places like that are better themed to match one another, and the other common areas. It's the room that he's looking forward to, even as the door is opened up into an area a bit more dim than the rest of the Den. When his eyes adjust as a consequence of him stepping inside, Claude whistles.

While the base structure is probably the same, the vibes are completely different from the first room they used. No longer are they in some sort of fancy hotel room, with its prettily made bed. The room even seems a little bit smaller, although Claude has to admit that the presentation may be a part of it - the low lighting lending to a more enclosed and cozy sensation than anything.

Helping that impression would be what is probably a bed taking up most of his attention, set up against the wall. Probably it's a bed. Claude doesn't have an idea of what else it could be, but it's so covered in pillows that, really, it's anyone's game.

What he can say with confidence is that it's round in shape, and the pillows are unbelievably varied in their own forms. Some long, some large, others smaller... And they're all positioned in the perfect way for a body to just fall into them. It's the kind of thing he'd see more on some sort of social media site, someone trying to recreate their perfect aesthetic cuddle zone. In fact, he's pretty sure he's seen something similar on some of Hilda's posts... but never quite to this scale. Never this large, which he feels makes all the difference.

The light is just bright enough to see things in, even if not maybe completely crystal clear at too far a distance. Claude gets to see that for himself as Dimitri sets down the sounding case on a small footstool of some sort, well cushioned and tucked away to the side.

"Undress," Dimitri says over his shoulder, not opening the case just yet. Instead, he just heads straight for a door different from the one they'd entered through. Probably another bathroom, since this place certainly seems fond of them... not that Claude can blame that idea. Always good to have a bathroom and first aid kit close on hand for a messy business like sex. "I will be back soon... unlike last time."

"That better be a promise!" Claude calls after him. He's teasing, of course, but that's also exciting to hear. In hindsight, looking back onto their first session, he'd wondered if Dimitri waiting was just to get him on edge, or make the surprise of his attack all the more impactful... Get them into the mood quicker. He'd meant to ask after that first session, but, well, Claude's mind hadn't quite been up for it. That sort of thing had been the last thing on his list of priorities. Maybe this time...

Well, this time, he can just focus on things as they come. Claude gets to work on his own clothes, having dressed appropriately for this sort of thing. No work clothes, no layers, none of the nonsense. Just a relaxed jacket to combat any chill, plus a tee shirt and jogging pants beneath it. Classy? No. But classy isn't the kind of mood he's going for with sounding.

Dimitri makes good on his word, honestly, even when taking into consideration how quickly Claude is able to slip out of such easy clothing. He's just managed to toss his pants to the side, still clad in his underwear just in case they want to make some foreplay out of that, when Dimitri slips out of the bathroom. It's a little brighter in there than in the bedroom, so Claude's eyes have to adjust for a second before he can make out what's in the man's hands. It's a shallow bowl of water, which is... an interesting thing to bring to the sex party.

Well, no one can say that Claude's curiosity is dead in any way, shape, or form. "What's that?" he asks promptly, even as Dimitri sets the bowl down by what could arguably be called the foot of the bed. If that even is a bed.

"You'll find out," Dimitri says curtly, eye narrowed at him as though almost annoyed that Claude is too busy talking instead of - well, instead of just shutting up as he's grabbed by the band of his underwear and roughly tugged close. The elastic digs into his hips a little, a small hint of satisfying pain as Dimitri leans down to catch his lips in his own. Well, who is he to say anything against a very convincing argument like that? Claude leans in close with a hum of his own, parting his lips gladly while his palms slide up along Dimitri's ample chest.

He didn't bother to undress this time either, Claude notes, even as he sucks on Dimitri's tongue. In fact, even more dressed, considering the tank top he's wearing for this session... Those are the kind of thoughts, however, that get pushed to the side pretty quickly as Dimitri's hand slides down to cup his ass. Firm grip, tight, a squeeze that makes pleasure spark up his spine - and those are all good things in their own way, but especially when Dimitri just hauls him up into his arms.

Is it kind of embarrassing how hard he gets at that, crotch grinding against Dimitri's abs as the blond braces their bodies together? Maybe. Maybe. But it's more surprising, Claude breaking the kiss with a gasp. "Oh shit," he murmurs, arms winding tight around Dimitri's neck as the man turns with absolutely zero trouble.

He's got to stop being so turned on by how strong Dimitri is. It might become a problem, and he doesn't have enough money to show up every day for the guy.

Granted, Dimitri makes it very hard to not want to succumb to that temptation. His lips brush against Claude's ear, teeth a subtle threat, and soon enough they're on the edge of the bed. The area where there's the least amount of pillows, and thus the perfect spot to start pushing Claude down. He wants to say something, to make a witty retort because, in the absence of heartpounding action, there's just anxiety... but Dimitri doesn't let him. His lips and teeth work down along his jaw, ignoring the fuzz there, before finding his pulse on the curve of his neck. The way his teeth dig in hurt, but a gentle pain, an ache that rolls in deep towards his stomach like a wave washing across his body.

"Yeah," he breathes, not even because he thinks Dimitri needs the encouragement. It just slips out of his mouth, as natural as the air going in and out of his lungs. Claude rolls his head back, exposing more of his throat for Dimitri's teeth. "There we go..."

How he thought this encounter would start? Maybe not exactly, no, but he supposes it's as good a way to kick things off as any other way. Claude rolls his body up against Dimitri's, glad when he feels those fingers skim along his sides. They find their destination at his underwear, dipping in past the knuckle to pull them off. It's almost gentler than before... Well, anything would be. The way they slide smoothly off his skin, past his ankles, probably isn't that much of a surprise. Where they get tossed to afterwards is a mystery; Claude decides it's one that doesn't need solving right now.

He's much more interested in the journey his fingers are traversing as they press against that firm back of Dimitri's, and slide upwards to tangle in that blond hair. There'd been a lot to admire with Dimitri's body pressing against him, whether to pin him against the wall or push him down against the bed. Different to feel the curve of tense muscles shifting underneath his palms, and how soft his hair is inbetween his fingers...

He must be getting a little too handsy, or a little too bold. There's a sharp pinch right along the underside of his chest, the dip where it goes to meet his ribs, and Claude squeaks. "Hey!" he says, once he's recovered from that embarrassing noise. "What was that for?" As if he didn't like it.

There's no answer from Dimitri, because of course there's no answer from Dimitri. All Claude gets, when he cranes his neck to watch Dimitri's mouth descend further along his body, is a flicker of that cool blue staring back up at him before dismissively moving away. Like he doesn't even deserve an answer. Claude almost wants to be a bit of a brat, tug at that hair and get Dimitri's attention back that way.

Claude doesn't do that. Dimitri's mouth skimming along his pelvis, breath drifting down to brush against his only slightly hard cock, might be a factor in that.

With how close Claude's body is to the edge of the bed, Dimitri shifts down until it seems he's kneeling on the ground, right there inbetween Claude's legs. He's still not hard yet, not even nearly enough for what's necessary with all they want to accomplish tonight. That doesn't seem to be a problem for Dimitri at all. Instead, his hand runs down along Claude's thigh, brushes against his knee. Where it goes is yet another mystery, and one that Dimitri distracts him from as his mouth goes to Claude's other thigh. Another bite, and Claude is wiggling underneath Dimitri's touch.

When Dimitri's hand returns, it's in a different state than from when it left. Warmer, now, and wet, sliding along the marks left behind by those demanding teeth of his. The first time he feels it, gets the aftershock of chill from those trails of water, Claude jolts. It's only thanks to Dimitri's solid grip on him with his free hand that he stays firmly on the bed, every inch of him. "Oh, right," he mumbles, when his brain has gotten over the surprise. "I get it."

Dimitri just bites him, this time on the opposite thigh from where his hand is roaming with that warm water covering every bit of it. He doesn't clean Claude harshly, or impatiently, despite what those teeth might otherwise say as they dig into Claude's flesh.

Instead, he's patient. Thorough. His fingers massage almost gently against Claude's thigh, dipping into the indentations that he himself has left behind. It tickles, almost, when they reach his pelvis, teasing at the hair there, but it's hardly enough to do anything. Claude twitches, has the faint urge to wiggle, and that's it. Of far more interest is when Dimitri's mouth traces along his still mostly limp cock. Well, not limp for very long, at the rate that he's going... Even when that talented mouth is soon replaced by those patient and wet fingers again.

"Back," Dimitri growls, when Claude's hands jerk off of the pillows towards his hair. Just hearing how deep his voice can go, rolling right through Claude's stomach... He licks his lips, fingers twitching into empty air.

Well. He did write in the paperwork that he was occasionally a bit of a brat... And it feels a shame, to be so good when he likes to think he gave Dimitri at least a little bit of trouble during their first session.

The second he does, the moment his fingers brush against that soft hair, and Dimitri surges up along his body almost before Claude can comprehend the movement itself. His wrists are wrapped up in that iron grip of his, better than any shackles. In the dim lighting, Dimitri is just a massive shadow looming over him, pressing his hands back up into the sheets. "And what did I say?" he snarls, and, well, Claude's dick didn't necessarily need that help in getting up, but...

Claude bats his eyes in an innocent expression that wouldn't be believed even if he were really innocent. "I thought you were saying that you wanted your back to be touched more," he says, a white lie so obvious that he might as well be feeding it by hand to Dimitri's lips.

A rough huff of air leaves Dimitri's nose, rustling into Claude's hair. "Those who cannot obey simple instructions lose the ability to try," he says, sliding both of Claude's wrist into one grip of one hand. "I shall make sure to teach you this lesson soundly." With that, he shifts even further upwards, and his free hand dives straight into the pillows. Claude isn't expecting him to pull out an actual shackle from the depths as his magic trick, but, uh, that's. That's sure what he pulls out, and which gets wrapped around one of Claude's wrists before he has a chance to protest.

Not that he would, mind, but... Well, it doesn't matter, because in no time at all, his hands are completely bound. He has no idea where the shackles are even attached, past all those pillows. All Claude knows is that, when he tries to tug, his wrists only have a little bit of freedom before the limits of those chains jerk him still again.

While Claude is experimenting with that, Dimitri slides back down to the foot of the bed to where he's left the bowl of hot water. "Since you have no lack of control, this seems to be a good time to teach you some," he says, still in that low almost-growl voice of his. His hand comes up again, fingers sliding along the length of Claude's cock even as it twitches to life underneath his touch. "We'll see if we cannot cleanse you of some of the filth in your mind and in here as well."

Threatening him with a good time, huh? Claude bites back the urge to say that aloud, if only out of respect for what Dimitri is doing here. What a clever way to work in the purpose of today's experiment into the scene, making it seem all the more natural instead of just a paid experience. Like it's not something Claude asked for, but rather a consequence of his actions.

Yeah. Some unknown little bit of tightness in his chest loosens up. Yeah, this is exactly what he wants.

In their first session, Dimitri's dick had proven itself to be more than talented at pounding Claude straight through into a haze of pleasure. Yet his hands can't be complained about either. With Claude trapped down against the pillows, he's left helpless as Dimitri's fingers idly stroke at him in an easygoing rhythm. Now and again, they brush against the head of his cock, trace out the ridge there and oh-so-lightly press down against his opening with a single carefully trimmed fingernail. It's a more relaxed way of touching him that even Claude has never tried for himself, and he squirms against the pillows, soft sighs falling from him.

So nice, he almost forgets what they're actually here for. Dimitri, fortunately, has his mind completely focused. Claude only gets to maybe halfway on arousal before Dimitri's hand leaves him completely. "Hey," he protests, belatedly, even though he knows this is what he actually wants.

Dimitri doesn't so much as glance at him - not his face, anyway. Instead, he rocks back onto his heels, head tilted to the side and hair sliding along his broad shoulders as he inspects his work. There's a small, indistinguishable noise out of his throat. Approval, Claude thinks, or something like it. At least, if nothing else, Dimitri seems satisfied enough with how things have progressed, because he pushes himself back up to his feet and makes his way back to where he'd put the case.

With the position he's in, flat on his back and his wrists chained to the bed, Claude isn't really in the best of positions to see exactly what Dimitri is up to. Sure, he cranes his neck a bit to watch him, but Dimitri has managed to position himself so that all Claude gets is a nice eyeful of his back. What he's doing with his hands is something that can only be imagined by the subtle sounds of rippling water. If he were a little more oblivious to the idea of sounding, then he'd probably struggle a moment to imagine what he's up to.

Or maybe that's just the gentle pulse of arousal in his dick. The brain can get pretty scrambled when dick is involved, really.

He's not left on tenterhooks for long. Dimitri soon turns back to him, sliding a small cloth along a slender length of metal. It's nothing particularly fancy, just smooth and straight. Yet, for all its simplicity, the sight of it is enough to make Claude's pulse quicken.

"We'll go straight to the source of your sin," Dimitri says in that dark and low tone of his that somehow manages to rattle his brain all about his skull. He doesn't even have to lean over, simply reaching down and ghosting metal along the still not-quite-hard arousal inbetween Claude's length. Honestly, he thought that he would jump more in response. That it would be colder, a little crueler.

Funnily enough, that's not the case. Instead, if he twitches a bit, it's merely because the undeniable smooth hardness of metal is so foreign to the soft flesh of the body. Beyond that, it is more... lukewarm than anything, just enough that the temperature is an afterthought. Certainly an afterthought when Dimitri slides it all around the length of him, teasing the hair at his pelvis and then drawing it all the way back up to nudge at where his foreskin is bunched up beneath the head of his cock. Claude shudders, for all that he's trying to hold still as best he can. Before he can do anything else, well, he's not given a chance to prepare himself. Without any other warning, the sounder moves, sliding so smoothly from foreplay right into his cock.

That really would make him jerk, honestly, except his hips find themselves trying to move against the hand that slid over them when Claude wasn't looking. It keeps him pinned right in place, and, combined with his own shock, Claude is still as the sounder presses gently inside of him.

It's... kind of bizarre to watch, honestly. Sure, he's seen the pictures when he was researching all of this, but that's one thing. It's entirely different seeing it happen to himself - no, not only seeing it, but experiencing it, the way the stretch sends out the most gentle of aches in him. Having something definitively solid is sure, well, an experience.

And one that doesn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

Certainly, the ache is no different than the kind he would get from having regular sex, just in an entirely different place. As he sits there, unable to do anything else but watch what's happening right before his eyes, the metal dips tiny bit by tiny bit further into his cock.

So transfixed by what's happening down there, it takes him until it's a good third inside before he realizes that Dimitri is watching him just intently. There are no words said, no questions on how he's taking it. Just that single eye, so bright blue even in the dimness. For whatever reason, the knowledge that it's not only him watching this makes Claude's very lungs shake.

That's the only part of him that does so, thanks to Dimitri's hand and his own reinforced self control. Eventually, it settles throughout his entirety, his half-hard cock made a little more straight thanks to the simple guidance of actual metal inside him.

Which is somehow the weirdest part of it, he thinks? Like, yeah, he's had to handle his own dick before, for a variety of reasons from personal to sexual to medical, because that's what life is, sometimes. Dick handling - in various meanings of the word. But his own and actual penis has not always been made so straight. It's never had something just physically in there.

While Claude adjusts to the strange-but-not-wholly-bad sensation of it, Dimitri carefully moves his hand from his hip, and traces a light fingertip up Claude's length. The sounder is far from the surface, or else they'd be having a whole host of different problems on their hands... And yet, feeling that soft brush along his cock, still stuffed full... Claude swallows hard, the sounds he wants to make along with it. He can't fall apart this early in the session, after all.

That would be much easier to accomplish if not for Dimitri's appraising nod as his finger trails right up to the top, circling around Claude's hole where the sounder is kept in place. That much, they can give thanks to the specially designed handle made to keep it from slipping any further. "Very good," he murmurs. Claude is pretty sure that voice of his should be illegal. It does illegal things to his dick, hardening and tightening around the sounder. Shit. Still feels weird, but, good weird. "There may be some hope for you yet, if you can take all of this."

Claude licks his lips. "That's not the only thing I can take," he murmurs, and meeting Dimitri's eye when it flicks up to meet his own gaze. "So that's how you're going to get the sin outta me, huh? Not sure how well that will work out with just this."

He thinks a faint scoff leaves Dimitri's nose - that kind of quiet huff that carries with it amused incredulousness. A fond sound, he likes to imagine. "For someone with a mouth such as yours, no, I suppose it will not do for just this." Fortunately, there's plenty to do with a sounder in hand. Literally in hand, as Dimitri oh-so-delicately takes the sounder's "handle" inbetween two fingers and begins to draaaaag it out.

When Claude clenches his fists, twists his wrists in their bonds, it's not because it hurts, and it's not because it overwhelms him with pleasure, either. But the sensation is steady, new, and in that newness comes an electrifying sensitivity. Helping that is Dimitri's own patient hand, not going fast at all as he slides the sounder until it's nearly out, only to push it in again. He starts up a rhythm like that, more gentle and yet more intense than fucking, his other hand loosely curled around the base of Claude's cock as though he has anything to worry about.

Certainly getting Claude hard isn't something to worry about. Every little drag, teasing at his slit, makes pleasure slide up his spine, and each slow thrust has him breathing out just as slowly so that he can keep some measure of control over himself. It's like easing into water that's heating up bit by bit, not realizing how hot he's gotten until his vision focuses on his own arousal to find it completely hard in Dimitri's grip. The inside of it feels as though it's become a vice around the sounder, tighter than any dildo Claude has used on himself.

He thinks he could keep going on like this forever, honestly, that soft rhythm fucking into him in the most unexpected way. Dimitri has other ideas, however. Once he's roused Claude's cock up into a nice little proper salute, he slides it in once last time with that knotted sort of handle pressing right against his slit... and then takes his hands off of him completely.

That takes Claude a second to conceptualize, staring blankly down at Dimitri as the blond rocks back on his heels. "Oh, come on," he finally says, his head flopping back into the pillows.

There's a sound that might be a faint laugh of sorts, but it's hard to hear properly over the sound of Dimitri's clothes rustling and his feet hitting the floor as he steps back. "I told you that this would be a punishment. It is far from my fault that you fooled yourself into thinking anything else would come of it." In contrast to that almost-definitely-a-laugh from before, Dimitri's voice is right back to being dark and low. If he's more of an exaggerated brat, will he get a little more of that laughter out of him, or just more 'punishment'? Either one isn't too bad of a reward.

When Claude next raises his head, only able to bemoan his lack of orgasm for so long, Dimitri has walked away but not back to the sounding kit he put down, or the cleaning items and lube he used to prep what he used on Claude. Instead, he's made his way over to a different set of drawers tucked away in some dark corner that Claude had only faintly noticed upon first entering. He knows exactly what he's looking for, too, reaching in for something and promptly closing the drawer he opened.

Small as the item is, Dimitri is able to hide it in his hand with absolutely no issue. The reveal comes when he returns to Claude, kneeling down between his legs and holding up a small egg attached to a wire.

Ah.

Claude's heart rate kicks up a couple of notches at the idea of that being used right on his dick, still swallowing up that lovely piece of metal, but he's in some sort of luck today. Bad or good? He's still not decided on that quite yet. Not like Dimitri has decided himself, apparently, pressing his finger down along the valley where Claude's thighs and pelvis meet. It slides down, as relaxed and slow as all of Dimitri's movements have been tonight, until it starts circling around Claude's other hole. The one that hasn't been filled yet.

No doubt he could make this a bit of a pain for Dimitri, but Claude is pretty sure that'd just be a nuisance for himself as much as anything. If he's not going to get any more satisfaction from his cock, after all, well...

Of course he spreads his legs just a little bit more, tongue flicking across his lip as he watches Dimitri with hungry eyes. The intensity of his stare must be enough that it can be felt, because Dimitri looks up to meet it. There's no shying away, no hesitancy in what he's doing. Instead, he presses in his finger - when did he have a chance to get it wet? - slowly against his entrance, letting it sink right in.

Compared to what's going on literally in his cock right now, it's hardly anything astounding. He's had fingers in his ass before, there's a piece of metal in his cock RIGHT now. And yet, somehow... Somehow, it still feels absolutely astounding as it teases the flesh of him at his entrance. Dimitri presses the pad of his finger up right against his insides, teasing the sensitive nerves bundled up there as though he'll squirm with just that. He doesn't, but only out of sheer stubbornness. Dimitri doesn't seem to mind it, taking just a simple satisfaction in Claude biting down on his own lip.

He doesn't linger there for very long. His finger presses further inwards, stretching him out, a mimic to the intrusion that's still nice and solid there in his arousal. Dimitri doesn't play with him, not much. Claude knows he's more than capable of it, too... So it's a choice to patiently move his finger in and out of him, loosen him.

Maybe he doesn't need to play with his ass because he has something else more fun to play with instead. Reaching up, Dimitri once again takes that little bit of metal inbetween his fingers. Claude parts his lips, ready to question him, ready to say something, and, well, apparently that shit won't do at all. Dimitri cuts him off before he can speak as he drags the sounder up, mimicking the movement of his other fingers down below.

The duality of it is... electrifying, in the way that has his hairs stand up all on end before a storm rolls through. Claude's hips shake as he focuses on keeping them down, a part of his brain still acting stupid and stubborn even if it won't ever land right with the way his mouth has fallen agape.

All that empty space in his throat gets filled up pretty quick with sound, when Dimitri leaves his fingers and the sounder both posed at the very entrances before sliding right back in. Even for all that he's still careful, still technically slow, the feeling is like a shock straight to Claude's brain. A moan rolls out of him, head falling back, and, shit. How did he never get into this before? How did he never fall for it so hard and fast before?

As long as Claude's hips aren't jerking all over the place, that seems to be more than enough for Dimitri to keep on with what he's doing. He begins to establish a rhythm, slow at first, and then becoming a little faster, bit by bit, until Claude thinks he could scream from the strange steady pleasure that rattles in from inside his cock.

And then, without absolutely any warning, Dimitri yanks his fingers out from his ass. It leaves Claude gasping; somehow it doesn't feel right as that sounder slides right back down into him again, before being abandoned as well. Even worse, he feels empty. Gaping, a little bit, although he knows that just one of Dimitri's fingers is far from enough to leave his ass in such a state. "Oh, what the hell," he whines, trying to roll his hips up even as he knows there's no point. It's not like he can make the sounder go any deeper himself, or at least not with hip movement alone. It's inside him, not a grip out that he can grind up against.

A faint puff of air blows near his thigh, making it jerk. Claude really wants to comment on that - oh he's so glad that he can provide entertainment for the dom here, can his ass get railed again now thanks?

And then something small and plastic presses right up against puckering flesh.

He supposes he should be thankful that his dom isn't leaving him alone for very long. Claude has just enough time to take in a breath before Dimitri presses that little tiny egg-shaped vibe right into him, and not shallowly, either. He chases it all the way into him, right to the vague proximity of his prostate. Luck? Experience? Remembering their last time? Hard to say.

It also doesn't matter, not when Dimitri slides his finger out and hesitates an absolute zero amount in flicking on the switch. Claude doesn't have the words or the brainpower to describe the noise that comes out of him, only that it does, in time with the violent spasms of his thighs as pleasure rattles through them. A good person would let him suffer in agonizing pleasure just like that, let him bathe in it. Dimitri is apparently no such dom. Thanks to the delicate position that it's in, Claude is more than capable of feeling the sounder when it's taken in hand again.

Also, you know, he can sure feel Dimitri pull it hard up through his cock, too.

Once again, Dimitri's other palm presses down flat against his hips, keeps him pinned in place so that he's incapable of thrashing, or so much as squirm. Perfect for him to just keep thrusting into his cock, a smooth and yet harsh contrast to the gentle buzzing going off deep inside of him. The pleasures start to crash in his body, collide in the different sensations, and Claude tosses his head from side to side, just trying to keep up.

Dimitri gives him no rest for it all. He merely keeps going, undisturbed no matter what Claude attempts to do or how hard his heels try to find purchase in the bed. The only thing that satisfies him, that seems to ease the furrow of his brow when Claude's thrashing has him glance that way, are the sounds which flow from his lips.

Maybe it's because the experience is new. Maybe it's because of Dimitri's talented hands, finding the perfect rhythm in his cock. Maybe it's the vibe that crashes into his prostate over and over and over again, saliva slipping out of his mouth because he's too busy crying out for more- once again hard to say and impossible to care about. All that matters to him, right in that moment, is the wave of pleasure rolling over him. Choking him. Pulsing hot in the pit of his stomach, aching in his cock-

He tries to thrust upwards, again and again, chasing that high, and Dimitri stops him every time. If anything, his grip only becomes firmer at his waist, and the sounder- Suddenly, the sounder goes upwards, and then out.

A wail is right there in the back of his throat, despondent, desperate. No, no, no, it's not fair. When it erupts from him, however, it's not with either of those emotions. It's not from the absence of that sweet sounder. Instead, it's Dimitri's hot breath blowing straight into the open slit of his cock, flowing through all the path that the sounder left behind, and he - and it's -

Orgasm hits him right then and there, eyes rolling into the back of his head. There's only darkness, the inside of his skull, the dimness of the room. He comes back to himself, back to overwhelming pleasure, a moment later, and his gaze jerks down to where Dimitri is still between his legs. He's expecting to see white splattered all across that cool and detached face of his, sticking to pale golden hair. Instead, to his amazement, he's still cumming, and not a single drop of it has gotten onto Dimitri.

Because it's not spurting out, like it has all the times before. Instead, it overflows from his cock, hot, dripping, coating the length of him. He actually whines a bit, so soft and warm when he's already so sensitive in his release. But no amount of shuddering or squirming can get him out of it, not considering where it's coming from.

Dimitri, bless his absolute bastard heart, makes an attempt at "helping". And by "helping", he leans down, sweeping his hair out of his face and Claude's cock into his mouth.

Even with how the room must absolutely be soundproof, Claude isn't entirely certain his screams don't reach the other floors.

The aftermath leaves his brain buzzing and scattered - honestly, he'd dare anyone else to be in a better state after being sucked right after release. When Dimitri moves up to remove the shackles from his wrists, Claude can't even try to help him by so much as lifting his hands up. He just goes along with the flow, obeying every little gesture from Dimitri that guides him through it. It's only when his hands have gingerly been drawn back down to the mattress does Dimitri settle besides him amongst the mountain of pillows, and his palm slides down to his thighs. In the moment, there's really nothing nicer than the gentle knead of those fingers, loosening tense muscles. "Can you walk?" Dimitri asks him, low and deep. Ocean deep.

Claude closes his eyes, lets his brain settle a little bit instead of vibrating right past bone. Dimitri doesn't rush him. Just waits. Kind of nice, really. "Yeah," he says finally, after a couple of minutes of silence and rest. "Yeah, I think I outta be good. I mean, it's not like this was the most strenuous bondage I've ever been in, ha ha."

Dimitri just makes a small noise of acknowledgement, a hum that rolls along the back of his tongue. "Let's get you up, then."

"No rest for the wicked, huh?" Still, it's not as though Dimitri makes a demand of him and then just leaves him to it. He gets up to his feet first, helps Claude up to his own... and then, while he's just adjusting to being on his feet again, gives a firm clap right to his ass. "Hey!"

"Go to the bathroom."

"Why -" Another clap, and Claude squawks. "Okay, okay, I'm going! Jeez!"

Well, no one says all aspects of aftercare have to be glamorous or cutesy. Claude takes care of business well enough, once he realizes exactly what Dimitri is asking of him, and even rinses off a little before he lets the dom know that he's all good to go for whatever's next. That, as it turns out, happens to be preparing another bath. Exactly as what happened before, Dimitri gets him settled in the tub as it's still filling. The water's lukewarm at first, but slowly, gently, heats up. Claude can't complain at all. Less sleepy than he was in their first session, he's able to enjoy the sensation fully as he leans back in the tub.

"I knew I made a right choice in exploring that here," he sighs, lolling his head back to glance up at Dimitri. The dom is staying right by his side at the tub, critically examining every bit of him from where he kneels. "I think I might want to explore it a little more in our next sessions. Mind getting the rest of the sounding kit? I still have some paid time left; I may as well use it for a bit of planning."

Dimitri shrugs, seemingly apathetic to the whole thing, but he goes and does exactly as Claude asks. Is he pleased about it? Hard to say... It would be nice, of course, but Claude can understand if he doesn't care one way or the other. This is just a job, in the end, and even the most sex-positive of people can't be into every single kink in existence.

It's just, he's a curious guy. He can't help wanting to know every little thing. It's why, as he leans across the lip of the tub to look - not touch! - at the various sounders, he hums. "You know, it seems pretty obvious in hindsight, but I really hadn't expected my orgasm to overflow like that."

"It catches most off-guard," Dimitri says simply, his hand in the water and right back to gently massaging one of Claude's thighs. It doesn't escape his notice that Dimitri is making his way towards his dick inch by inch, no doubt to do an inspection that better satisfies him and his duty. "If it is their first time, even if they have heard of it." Aaaaand, there it is. Claude's mouth twitches a bit, right at the corners, as Dimitri's fingertips glide over his cock, seeming to check it over. Making sure he did a good enough job. "You didn't seem displeased with how it ended, however."

Just calling him out right then and there, huh? Claude grins, unashamed. "Hey, I don't see why I would be. It felt good, after all. I wonder how it would feel with something a little larger... And there are vibrating sounders too, right? I should work up to that..." Maybe work up to something a little bigger, too, or things with different beads to them.

With a good experience still buzzing happily throughout his brain, and a wide selection right there in front of him, it's hard not to be at least a little tempted. Sure, he wants to try a variety here at the Lion's Den, but there's no point in trying something as a tiny appetizer and then never even going for the full experience of it as a main dish. Besides, he's sure he can fit this in (ha) with a few other things he plans on figuring out...

As he's mulling over what the very kinky future will hold, Claude's eyes drift back up to Dimitri, and end up catching his gaze incidentally. It turns out that he's not the only person with an inquisitive look to him...

No doubt Dimitri is just staring at him to make sure that he's in good health, that he's not bothered by the sounding session. Still, seeing him just kneeling there on the ground - bath mat to soften the sensation or not - has Claude realize how off things are. It was never really covered, in all the information that he read through, exactly how the workers in the Lion Den deal with aftercare for themselves. They must, he thinks, because it's only good practice, and he's pretty sure there's some laws about it, or something. At least when one is doing professional sex work. And besides, for a club like this with such well trained workers, who provide such excellent care to great reviews (yeah, he checked), well, it wouldn't make sense for anything else otherwise.

It just... seems a shame, for that to happen when he's left the building, presumably, while he's in the here and now lounging luxuriously in a hot bath.

So, on something almost a bit like a whim, he says suddenly, "Hey, do you want to dip into the bath with me as well? I mean, it's sure big enough to accommodate a couple of bodies, I'd think. I'd say it'd help clean you off, too, but, well..." A grin flickers across Claude's face. "Despite what I might have expected, it seems like you got off without a single drop of cum on you."

Dimitri blinks at him, and Claude likes to think it's because he's caught him off-guard. An entertaining thought, at least. "Even if the bath is big, I have somewhat broad shoulders," he says, a hint of warning in a simple little sentence like that. "Are you certain that you'll have enough room in the tub? You are not a slight man either."

"Wow, rude," Claude laughs, although he supposes he should be a little honored that he's viewed like this by his dom. There are definitely a few types out there in the world that insist on widening the gap between them and their sub in all sorts of stupid little ways, even if it's not necessarily like they think in actual reality. Doms who feel they have to be 'better' than their subs somehow, like it's that kind of competition instead of a complimentary union between two. Dimitri seems to have a more grounded head on his shoulders. "I think I'll manage just fine. Besides, you're not going to let me get a crick in my neck from laying against hard porcelain, are you?"

"I believe you will get a crick in your neck if you leave it in one position for too long even if you were laying upon clouds," Dimitri says dryly, hands bracing against the mat. "But if you insist. I shall not make a comfortable seat for a short while, and that is all the warning you shall get."

Hey, he'll take that warning, because it wouldn't be the first he's ever been given in his life that he's then proceeded to happily ignore. Besides, any awkward seating would surely be worth it as a price for getting, in return, to see Dimitri stripping away the clothing he's worn today. Much like the last time before, it's been nothing too elaborate or fancy, just nice plain clothing that best suits off his muscular build. There's a satisfaction to that kind of thing which can't quite be found in the more intricate dom outfits, honestly... No fumbling with straps or buckles, just the slides of plain cloth across shifting and tensing muscles.

So absorbed in the idle pleasure of Dimitri taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side that he doesn't realize there's something else that's a bit stand out too. Not until Dimitri tugs his pants right down over his hips, fingers hooked into his underwear to drag them with as well, and, well, hey there. Claude blinks, a little bit flabbergasted, because that is sure a half hard cock there. Half hard! Already!

How the hell did he miss that kind of thing before? It's not like Dimitri is a particularly small guy in that department. Has he been knocked that hard for a loop by a simple pair of toys?

Dimitri kicks his pants off his feet, leaving them tossed aside in some corner of the bathroom, and it hits Claude hard that this is what Dimitri meant when he said he wouldn't make a comfortable seat. Yeah, no damn shit it won't be super cozy seating, but especially for Dimitri - and he's really fully prepared to just go ahead with it, not thinking twice.

Well, not if Claude has anything to say about it. "Hey, hey, hey," he says, shifting in the bath until he's sideways on his hips and his arms can cross along the lip of the tub. "Aren't you even going to give a quick jerk? I don't mind waiting a couple of minutes, I know I've got the time." A hot bath eventually stops being quite so hot, sure, but he has enough faith in modern plumbing that it will keep him content for at least that long until Dimitri could join him.

It's not particularly surprising that Dimitri's glance at him is hard to read. Coin flip says that it could go either way on being dismissive or thoughtful. "So it would bother you that much, then," he says, and his tone doesn't really illuminate any matters.

That's fine, Claude is illuminating enough for two. "I mean, it wouldn't bug me that much to be sitting on it," he clarifies. "But I'm not the kind of guy who can just sit back while my partner is unsatisfied." Probably, that line of thinking isn't exactly necessary. Dimitri isn't even completely hard yet; some time would find his dick settling right back down in no time, probably. If it doesn't, well, presumably he has some things he can do or people he can rely on to help him get through it. Proper aftercare for a dom that hasn't had some proper release.

That just isn't his style, quite frankly. And - what? It'd be a waste of time to see someone like Dimitri come? Please.

Actually, why just let an opportunity like this slip past him by just watching? A grin brightens up his face as the idea hits him, and Claude winks. "Actually, let's make this a proper bath... Why don't you come over here? At least, if you don't mind me helping out a little bit with the big problem you seem to have on your hands." Big as in, literally big. That's natural, right? He's pretty sure it is. Some people get quite a bit of luck.

Dimitri could just refuse him. Even a professionally paid-for dom doesn't have to go along with anything. Claude might normally worry about it even still, but, well, this is the guy who threw a former patron right out the front door, physically, so he's not too stressed about it.

And Dimitri doesn't refuse him. Instead, he considers him there where he is for a moment longer, thinking, before he turns away from where he's discarded his clothes. "You have quite an appetite for action, it appears," he regards coolly, stopping in front of him. Having it right in front of his face like this... Somehow, it seems even larger, despite not being fully erect.

Claude grins cheekily, and he has quite a lot of cheek. "That's not the only thing I have an appetite for," he drawls.

Sliding his fingers down and around Dimitri's cock, Claude has to marvel at how... clean it actually smells. Like, yeah, there the warm musk of sweat, that's probably inevitable after even the most mild of sessions. Yet it's far better than he would have thought, and he leans a little closer, the tip of his nose and then his lips brushing over that thick head. Just the right amount of musk, enough to pique his interest even with the hazy afterglow of his own orgasm...

No rest for the wicked he'd said, right? Claude ought to keep up with that, especially since he doesn't want to keep Dimitri standing around too much when that wasn't in their original plans. So he gets right to work, ducking his head further down so that he can drag his tongue along the warmth of Dimitri's cock.

While he's always been fairly confident in his own sexual skills, Claude has wondered just how well he would hold up to Dimitri, all things considered. It's one thing to have sex for fun, and another thing entirely to make it a career. Surely Dimitri is pretty used to all the tricks that could be pulled out of the book, so would even his be good enough? A question he's really wanted to throw himself against as a personal challenge, if nothing else.

The answer is that Dimitri's body is apparently as human as anyone else's. With every drag of Claude's tongue, a swirl against that sensitive ridge, a suck at the opening, he can feel Dimitri's arousal steadily grow. Something to write home about, he supposes. There's no stopping the kernel of pride in his chest, and Claude flicks his gaze up to meet Dimitri's own. It's just in time to feel fingers slide into his hair, coming to a gentle rest against the back of his skull. Of course; the scene is still continuing to a degree if he's going to push for it like this. But just... this much. This light pressure against him, keeping him in place as he lavishes his tongue against this thick cock that has already been in the deepest parts of him, even if not tonight.

It's a good thing that he's already lounging right there in the bath, and that the tile beneath the tub is undoubtedly made for much messier scenarios. In no time at all, his chin becomes slick with his own saliva, dripping down to splatter against the ground. It's fine. A decent enough price, considering how he gets Dimitri's dick upright and hard in no time flat. With another messy slurp, he flicks his tongue up to the very tip, and resists the urge to rub his face against his prize.

While this definitely wasn't a part of the planned scene for the night... He has to say it is a pretty inspired way to finish it all off.

Maybe another time he can take his time enjoying the cock in his mouth. For now, however, he slides the head past his lips, right into his waiting mouth. He's got to keep his eye on the prize, and that, for once, isn't sex or even a mouthful of cum. So he works his tongue as he takes in Dimitri's cock, feeling those fingers stroke through his hair encouragingly. This is far from the kind of scenario where he'd take his sweet time. Instead, he tosses out every single trick in the book that he knows: his tongue along the gentle thickness of veins, sucking all the way he drags his mouth, a meaningless tune hummed when that whole heady length is swallowed up in his mouth.

All his effort gets him rewarded nicely, in due time. Dimitri doesn't make a noise when he starts to reach the edge of his limits, doesn't take Claude by the hair and rut into his throat without a bit of care. All he does is press his palm a little more insistently against the back of Claude's skull, a question to match the rough panting passing his lips.

Claude's answer is simple, and just as silent. All he does is reach up, palm to the sharp angle of Dimitri's hips, and press in just a little further until it feels hard to breathe for just that split second. He's the one who made the choice here... and he doesn't plan on rescinding it.

For all that he thinks that, however, it's another thing entirely when Dimitri's orgasm finally hits the back of his throat. Claude's eyelashes flutter as the warmth fills him, experience helping guide it down. The entire while, Dimitri's hand stays right there securely against his hair, keeping him in place just like he wants, until the tension finally goes slack, and his panting becomes a low rattling exhale. He pulls out slow, letting Claude catch his breath best he can before his softening arousal slips from his mouth. With Dimitri still holding onto him, it's a simple thing for Claude to look up and meet that crystaline blue eye of his. It's only when he can tilt his head back, mouth open to reveal the creamy white resting on his tongue and threatening to spill out, does he actually swallow it all properly.

There's no actual need to do this, no order he was given that would compel him to obey. But sometimes, being a sub means putting in just a little bit of showmanship as much as the dom does.

A little better of a need would have been sucking Dimitri off in the first place, because it really is much easier with that taken care of for the other man to sink into the bath with him, and for Claude to ease back against his chest. No awkward little (or not so little) bumps to distract him where it's right against his ass. Just Dimitri's broad body behind his, the curve of his shoulder and the fat of his chest acting as the perfect cushions. Claude sighs, sinking back into the water and Dimitri both. If a little bit of water rolls over the edge of the tub, well, where's the harm in that? "There we go - now this is the life."

Just a rolling hum of a noise, and Claude can really feel it now, with how he's pressed up against Dimitri's body. No doubt he'll keep this in mind for future sessions. Hey, that works out for him, right? "Still doing fine, then, I take it."

"More than fine, like this." Claude lets himself relax a bit, watching through half-lidded eyes as Dimitri's fingers reach around him to skirt down his sides once more. For all of Dimitri's gruff demeanor... He doesn't treat him gruffly. Instead, those fingers are ever so gentle as they rub along his pelvis, and brush against his still slightly open slit. A weird feeling, honestly, while he's here in a warm bath, but... not too bad. It's a sweetness that makes the bindings of the previous scene feel all the better. Claude almost hesitates on asking for anything else, just because it's so, well... It almost feels silly, feels against the kind of image he tries to project outside in his work life, in his family life. But... He really does want it. "Hey, remember when you washed my hair last time?" When he was too fucked out to use fine motor skills. "Could you, uh, do that again?"

He's had a couple shit doms who don't even do that much in aftercare, unfortunately. The kind of people who think that the orgasm is the end goal, and anything after that is a special bonus. And, if he's honest, asking for help like this can be... difficult, at times. Even if it's not really help, it's just something he thinks would be nice, and...

"I can do that," Dimitri says, deep voice pushing past all of Claude's overthinking, settling him like a weight. He shifts his weight in the tub, more water spilling over the side, but that's fine. It's all in the service of bringing Claude a little further into the water, head able to tilt back straight into comforting warmth. His hands leave Claude's waist, his thighs, but their presence isn't gone long. They come back in no time, sliding up along the side of Claude's face and welcoming a light pour of water back along his his hair and forehead. It's a gentle, soothing motion, really. Nothing quite like it. Claude closes his eyes, sighing as he feels it drip down to follow the bridge of his nose, the curve of his eyelids. "Stay still."

So Claude stays still. He lets himself not have to do a single thing besides enjoying the soft texture of Dimitri's firm hands, the way the water washes the stress and responsibility away from him as though it were filth.

What he's really interested in, of course, are when Dimitri's fingers bring that water straight into his hair and then follow it after. They work through the strands, loosening out and becoming heavy with water instead of slicked back with product. It's nice, the way his fingertips gently slide through, slow and patient. He almost doesn't notice when conditioner is introduced, then the shampoo. It hits him what's happening after a few minutes of breathing in the smell, and he can't help laughing a little bit. "Ever think about running a salon?"

There's an amused huff, which Claude mostly notices because it blows a couple of bubbles from the top of his head and down to somewhere above his navel. It's the most positive emotion he thinks he's really seen from Dimitri. He'll have to work harder to get something a little stronger out of the guy. "I prefer this," he says simply, "And I prefer submissives such as you."

Probably he's just saying that as a part of customer service. Never hurts to make a customer feel as though they're the apple of a dom's eye. Claude just laughs back, as though that isn't pleasing to him, too. "Glad that I've earned such high praise, although it might have hit a little bit stronger in the actual scene." Then again, it's not like they were going for too much praiseplay there, either... Oh well, there's always next time. In the present, he focuses on the comforting smell of whatever it is that's in the shampoo Dimitri is using. Chamomile, maybe? He thinks he'd put that down in his list of teas that he'd liked...

He can always look for it later.

...Actually, wait, hold on, what is he thinking? He can look into it now, along with everything else he's always wanted to know about this place and its workers. Jeez, he can't believe that Dimitri got him again with how good he is at sex. The Lion's Den really is dangerous, yeesh!

Claude wastes no time with that realization. "So, do you always do shampoo after a session?" he asks, finding his second wind. When it comes to his endless curiosity, he has a lot of wind in him to carry him through things. "Or is that just something I get for special services?" He knows it's not just him. Still, if he doesn't spit a little bit of bullshit, how can anyone know he's really having a good time?

"We keep it on hand just in case," Dimitri says simply, before doing something with his fingers that makes Claude's scalp tingle and his spine kind of melt into a puddle. "Some people also appreciate this kind of play... And it is good to have should a mess occur."

Yeah, Claude can imagine the kind of messes that a club like this would deal with on the regular. He knows just what janitors have to deal with in regular places, even far away from any zones where sex is encouraged or bought. Add in a little bit of sexual fluids into the mix, and, well, things can get even messier. That's before adding food, or flavored lubes, or even candle wax... Well, the list goes on. "So do you like chamomile, then?" he asks curiously. "Or was that just on sale?" If it's something he likes, then maybe Claude can use that for his advantage later. What he'd use it for, well, that's something he can figure out for the future.

Another low hum. Claude really does like the way that it rolls into his body, reverberates down into his stomach to rest. "I do," he admits, which is a pleasant little victory for Claude. "But you do as well. I thought it would be good to put in here ahead of time. It seems I was right."

Oh. Well. This time, Claude really does feel no small amount of pleasure in him, and a little bit of quiet embarrassment as well at being so perceived. He knows, he knows, it's probably silly to feel that way. It's not as though he exactly hid the information. He volunteered it freely, as a matter of fact, all the way back during the first time he and Hilda stepped into the Lion's Den, all the way to when he filled out his application. Claude knows better than anyone that, once you let information slip out into the world, you should expect it to be used in some capacity. A good way to stay wary. To stay careful.

Yet, somehow... He still somehow hadn't expected it to actually be used, especially for something like this.

He honestly doesn't know how he manages to get his mouth into working order again. That's something to thank his brain for, where he has a nice long habit of constantly talking or throwing people off balance. The more information, the more noise, that he tosses into the air, the more people find it harder to keep up with him. Not that he needs to worry about that here, exactly, but it makes him feel better. "I bet that attention to detail is why you keep getting repeat customers."

Just a "Hm" in response. Dimitri doesn't seem to mind all his chatter, but he also doesn't seem to mind all that much, either. He just dips his hands back into the water. "Keep your eyes closed," he murmurs. "I'm rinsing now."

How considerate. Claude guesses he should obey him this time, not even because he's a dom that he paid for, but because it's just safe common sense. It's one thing to cry during a kink session; he thinks he'd rather avoid embarrassing himself in the aftermath. So he listens as he's told, feeling the way that the warm water pours down through his hair and carries away with it the weight of so many bubbles. Patiently, he waits until the flow of water has slowed down a bit, if only so he can talk without nasty soap taste in his mouth. "I meant to ask you some questions too, actually. During our last session. But you did a bigger number on me than I thought you would, and it just slipped his mind."

Which is the polite way of saying that Dimitri fucked him so hard that he forgot how coherent thought worked, and just wanted to cuddle. He's pretty sure that hasn't been the first time that Dimitri has done that to a customer.

Dimitri doesn't answer him right away. He focuses instead on getting another couple of handfuls of water to pour down over Claude's skull again. Only then, while he's in the middle of pouring, does he finally get a reply out. "You can ask whatever you like. Just don't swallow soap."

"You know, when you say it like that, it almost sounds as though you're looking for an opportunity for me to start sputtering..." Well, it's just him giving Dimitri some shit. He can't let himself get distracted now. "Anyway, for our session last time... I thought it was really interesting, how you decided to go about things. You didn't bring about any sort of toys or anything, no fancy equipment... I really wanted to pick your brain about those choices. I know you had to have said something in the aftermath of last time, but, uh, real talk, I can't remember a single bit of it." Claude laughs a little. If pressed, he'd blame it on just waking up.

Just judging by what he can feel on his scalp, he's pretty sure that the last of the conditioner and the soap has been washed away. Despite that, Dimitri just slides his fingers in again, gently massaging against the damp curls there. They're not as thick as they would be otherwise, but, well, he guesses that just makes it easier for Dimitri to press his fingertips against his scalp.

"I felt that the last minute inclusion of any toys would feel far too rushed," he says at last, deep and thoughtful. "They were not personalized for you... and I had not gotten enough of a chance to understand your style of submissiveness. How you wished to go about things. As well, I thought that you might not lend well to such extremes right away with a dom you were entrusting yourself to for the first time. That is a lot to ask for... Even if you were paying me for it, and asking me exactly for the things you would want. I did not want to be so careless.

"And it was for your birthday as well, of course. If there is a time when such service should be given with the absolute best one is capable of, it is for special events such as those. So in the end, I came to the decision that... the best way to give you the best I was capable of was by going down to the purest essence of sex."

Jeez. Claude had kind of figured, when he first asked the question, that he would get a simple and plain answer. Nothing too fancy, nothing too special. Yet with just those words alone... Dimitri makes him feel as though he's special. As though he's the most precious thing in the world. Which he supposes is absolutely bizarre, if only looked at it from another point of view, because isn't the thing that Dimitri is describing an instance of Claude getting his ass kicked just a little bit?

Gods. BDSM is such a delight. Claude loves it.

"Well, that explains why you just went with something like roughplay," he says, not bothering to avoid shoving down the amusement in his voice. Why? It is kind of funny in some way. And also, maybe if he focuses on the funny, he won't have to think about any other emotions. "It really is pretty pure, I guess, when you get down to the brass tacks of it all..." No need to worry about equipment, no need to worry about toys. There would just be Dimitri's body, and, well, that would always be present no matter what kind of scene they do.

There's a slight shift behind his head; Dimitri probably nodded. "And... Since it was a somewhat impromptu session, I thought it would work well for getting you worked up much more quickly than you would normally."

"Oh, so you have that much confidence in how attractive you are? And how big your dick is? Well, you're right. You're very attractive, and your dick is very huge."

A beat of silence. Claude opens his eyes, but the position he's in doesn't really lend itself well to, uh, looking at Dimitri's face. Alas, he can only imagine the expression that Dimitri is making. "Not quite," he says at long last, as though he didn't take a good minute to respond to what Claude said. "I was relying on the adrenaline."

"The adrenaline...? Ah!" Claude snaps his fingers. Or, well, he tries to. Turns out when you try to snap your fingers with wet hands, the result is no snapping. Weird how that works.

But he really does get what Dimitri means, and what he aimed to accomplish back then. What he actually did accomplish quite successfully, as a matter of fact. Depending on their own personal views of sex and how they go about it, some people might not make the most immediate connection between combat and sex, except it's actually pretty basic 101 type of stuff. Whatever it is, the body does tend to kick itself into gear pretty quickly when certain things get it all riled up. For someone who knows what they're doing, for a professional sex worker, it's undoubtedly an easy thing to hotwire things so that the adrenaline that erupts from a quick tussle is rerouted into the brain that gets all hot and bothered for other reasons...

Claude starts to smile. It's really a small but ingenious little thing that he wouldn't have thought of. Of course a professional dom would want to impress his client with something right off the bat. But without having the time to prepare anything to his satisfaction... Yeah. Yeah, he thinks he made the right choice here.

"I guess I should just count myself lucky that I was able to hold my own at least a little bit when you suddenly came charging out like that," he says with a chuckle. "Although I guess you probably would have adjusted for anyone's skill level." Which says something about Dimitri's combat capabilities too, he supposes, and adds onto another mystery about the men. Doing things like martial arts or anything else would certainly explain just how he's able to stay so muscular... "Well, let me pretend that I was a really skilled fighter for at least a little while longer."

There's some silence from Dimitri again, but Claude is content to put that down for Dimitri just being concentrated on his job. He's proven wrong when Dimitri says, still in that deep voice as before, "I believe if you could believe yourself to be a skilled fighter, then you would have won."

Wow. "Wow!" he exclaims, even as he takes note that Dimitri's chest trembles ever so slightly. "Wow, I see how it is! Well, see if I ever visit your establishment again, sir!"

Once they're out of the bath and he's drying off, Claude makes his next appointment without hesitating in the slightest, of course.