[ at home, he can't take off his gloves. is physically unable to. here it's--a gift, almost, to be able to touch the bare pads of his fingers to things. even if they're the grips of what are technically torture implements.
he takes a needless breath as he watches anderson prepare, canting his head aside--to see any expanse of skin is always a treat but it's different now, like this, and he still enjoys it but there's purpose to it, need.
when he speaks, his voice is low. ]
Say what you need. Don't let me dictate that.
[ even through everything, there's a certain edge of fondness in it. he nods toward the desk just afterward, waiting for the other man to get situated before he moves.
he stands behind the priest for a long moment, considering, moving close to run his knuckles along the length of his spine once before stepping back. since he's only going to use one at a time he sets first the metal one into the void inside him, which is just as clean as the cassock, thank you very much, and begins with the swift whip-crack of leather.
he doesn't say something, perhaps surprisingly, but he acts with the air of a man well-practiced in exactly this.
leather first, for pliancy, then metal to dig into the flesh properly, then leather again overtop. it will be interesting to see how it works on someone that heals so quickly, though.
he's not counting, and once he begins there's no hesitancy at all. this is beneficial to them both, after all. ]
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he takes a needless breath as he watches anderson prepare, canting his head aside--to see any expanse of skin is always a treat but it's different now, like this, and he still enjoys it but there's purpose to it, need.
when he speaks, his voice is low. ]
Say what you need. Don't let me dictate that.
[ even through everything, there's a certain edge of fondness in it. he nods toward the desk just afterward, waiting for the other man to get situated before he moves.
he stands behind the priest for a long moment, considering, moving close to run his knuckles along the length of his spine once before stepping back. since he's only going to use one at a time he sets first the metal one into the void inside him, which is just as clean as the cassock, thank you very much, and begins with the swift whip-crack of leather.
he doesn't say something, perhaps surprisingly, but he acts with the air of a man well-practiced in exactly this.
leather first, for pliancy, then metal to dig into the flesh properly, then leather again overtop. it will be interesting to see how it works on someone that heals so quickly, though.
he's not counting, and once he begins there's no hesitancy at all. this is beneficial to them both, after all. ]