...it would. [Corrigan says this gracefully, almost like it's a concession of some sort. He crosses to the candles, looking them over, settling on one with a broad, solid base. Thick and unscented, with wax that melts in viscous, stinging globs.]
[Barry breathes a sigh of relief, watching Corrigan cross the room and pick out a candle he likes. It's... going to hurt. The thought of the pain to come makes Barry's spine tingle.
Something in him has been craving this.]
Then I'll impress ya, Sir. [By the time Corrigan returns, Barry is on his knees, hands held out to receive the candle. His fingers are trembling.] Y'can count on it.
[Corrigan lights the candle, holds it above Barry's outstretched hands, tilts it a little until the drops of melted wax fall, one, two, three. He watches to see if Barry flinches.]
Because if not, I can think of other places to rest this.
[The flame catches hold of the wick, crackling softly as wax melts and evaporates, and Barry holds his breath, watching the candle with wide-eyed anticipation. It starts melting, slowly running over, and then it drips right into his palms, hitting his skin like needles.
Barry gasps, moans, pupils narrowing into pinpricks before blowing up so wide they almost swallow his irises. His fingers twitch from the pain, his whole body shivers - but he doesn't flinch. Doesn't pull away, doesn't snap his jaw, doesn't close his eyes even as they well with moisture.
He's a good candle-holder. He's a good boy. Right?]
U-Understood, Sir. [Swallowing, Barry keeps his hands outstretched, waiting patiently for the candle.] Please, Sir, please use my mouth... I-- I wanna please ya, Sir.
There you go. [Corrigan murmurs it softly, almost a coo, setting the candle into Barry's outstretched palms, pressing down so the base adheres to the hardening wax coating his skin.] Are you sure you can do both? Manage to please me and keep hold of this?
[His own hands free, Corrigan strokes his fingers through Barry's hair, fluffs it up, settles his palm possessively on top of the other man's head, then presses his head back.] If you were to drop it or -- god forbid -- burn me, that would be very unfortunate.
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Date: 2018-10-22 02:58 am (UTC)I expect to be impressed.
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Date: 2018-10-22 03:09 am (UTC)Something in him has been craving this.]
Then I'll impress ya, Sir. [By the time Corrigan returns, Barry is on his knees, hands held out to receive the candle. His fingers are trembling.] Y'can count on it.
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Date: 2018-10-28 05:49 am (UTC)[Corrigan lights the candle, holds it above Barry's outstretched hands, tilts it a little until the drops of melted wax fall, one, two, three. He watches to see if Barry flinches.]
Because if not, I can think of other places to rest this.
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Date: 2018-10-28 03:13 pm (UTC)Barry gasps, moans, pupils narrowing into pinpricks before blowing up so wide they almost swallow his irises. His fingers twitch from the pain, his whole body shivers - but he doesn't flinch. Doesn't pull away, doesn't snap his jaw, doesn't close his eyes even as they well with moisture.
He's a good candle-holder. He's a good boy. Right?]
U-Understood, Sir. [Swallowing, Barry keeps his hands outstretched, waiting patiently for the candle.] Please, Sir, please use my mouth... I-- I wanna please ya, Sir.
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Date: 2018-11-06 03:45 am (UTC)[His own hands free, Corrigan strokes his fingers through Barry's hair, fluffs it up, settles his palm possessively on top of the other man's head, then presses his head back.] If you were to drop it or -- god forbid -- burn me, that would be very unfortunate.