After Dark 2025
Contents of post is 18+
<<When I Rule The World by LIZ>>
The stage is swiftly set by the stagehands. A plush white fur rug, an unassuming duffle bag set to the side, and a pair of intricate candelabras. The stage lights are brought low as they're lit, the candlelight bringing a warm intimate glow.
Celedyn wastes no time, scantily clad in patent leather and pearls. His heels snap with each step, accompanied by the scrape of the chair he drags behind him. Once one takes their eyes off the dazzle of a high elf, they would notice a figure seated in it.
Celedyn gives the chair a spin to face the audience. While his face is hidden by the blindfold, the tattoos make Cythion instantly recognizable, arms bound and pinned uncomfortably back, knees forced wide with a spreader bar over his simple linen pants.
Celedyn steps behind the chair with a little swivel that gives a glimpse of brief glimpse of his ass. Manicured hands down the sturdy back, the wooden legs, lowering to squat with his thighs spread, offering a wink to the audience before snapping up again.
Celedyn steps alongside the chair, one hand resting on the back, grinning impishly as his hips rock in time with the beat. Bound and blind, Cy jumps when platinum hair brushes his thighs as Cele bends sharply at the waist before straightening once more.
Celedyn twirls flirtatiously, then lays himself across the kaldorei’s muscular thighs. His long legs pedal in the air before he swings them, dropping to kneel between those spread legs, resting his arms on Cy's legs like a monarch on a throne.
Celedyn retrieves a small remote. From where? Who knows. But as soon as he presses the button Cy gasps, feet skidding on the floor. Cele laughs before casually tossing it out into the crowd. Does the button do anything? No. But how naughty of you to test it!
Celedyn flips over and snaps to his feet, well rounded ass on shameless display as he shakes his hips, bounces down into two squats and lifts up again. He peeks back, blowing a flirty little kiss as one heel kicks up to give it a jiggle.
Celedyn spins the chair to face away from the crowd. They can see Cele’s attention finally on the kaldorei’s face, his affection unmistakable as he straddles Cy’s lap, lips parting with a sigh as he indulges himself by grinding into him.
Celedyn lays back, gripping Cy’s calves for balance as his long legs switch from one pose to the next, into the splits, walking on air. The high elf folds his body into half before giving a big sweep; knocking the chair off balance to tip towards the crowd.
Celedyn’s calves catch the chair's fall, landing on his knees with Cy's head trapped between his thighs, grinning as he rocks himself into the other man’s face. His sculpted abs flex and he tangles his fingers up into his hair, reveling in the attention.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Cy manages to work the blindfold up just enough to peek up at the elf, hunger smoldering in that stare even as its silvery glow betrays him. Cele gasps, reaching down to push him into darkness once more.
Celedyn reaches back to give an unmistakably harsh tweak to Cy’s pierced nipple, the kaldorei jolting in his bonds. Celedyn laughs and dismounts, standing the chair up with its captive as he smoothly returns to his feet.
Celedyn faces him towards the audience and leaves him there on display. The kaldorei’s skin dewy with sweat, his breath heavy, sharp teeth grinding, the obvious frustration tenting his pants as he tries to track the path as Cele flirts along the crowd.
Celedyn returns to Cy, grabbing hold of the other man and hauling him up to his feet and into a kiss as he boots the chair away. He stays close, murmuring something soft, private to the other man, watching, waiting for his reply. Cythion gives a single nod.
<<I’m So Hot by Chrissy Chlapecka>>
Celedyn smiles and gives an affectionate brush down Cy’s ribs before stepping over to the duffle bag. He gives a mischief filled grin as he pulls several skeins of Shal’dorei silk rope from the bag before pulling out a gleaming pair of scissors.
Celedyn draws the flat of the scissors across Cy’s toned abs, making him jump at the sudden cold. Slowly, teasingly, they slide to the waistband of his pants as Cele’s brows lift in a way that says wouldn’t we ALL rather see these gone?
Celedyn snips the pants away, leaving Cy only in a teeny tiny pair of briefs in a silver that matches his eyes, the fabric so clingy that no matter how hard one stares-- in the flickering candlelight, they can’t QUITE decide if it’s transparent or not.
Celedyn loops the rope behind Cy’s neck, tying a series of knots down its length as he drops to his knees. Each pass behind Cy's back binds another intricate knot, the harness starting to materialize as if by magic beneath the high elf's skilled hands.
Celedyn takes a moment to admire Cy’s physique, hands rubbing across the knotwork, then lower still, sliding over his hips in a way one thinks he just may give the audience a view of the man’s very generous endowment…
Celedyn pulls his hand away, wagging a finger at the crowd. Buy him a drink first, you perverts. He retrieves more rope and sinks back to his knees, kissing Cy’s thighs as he secures knots at his ankles and loops the remainder loosely over the spreader bar.
From above; a heavy O-ring on a cord is lowered. Cele grabs it and with a sweep of his legs is lifted off the ground, spinning with such ease he seems utterly weightless, as if a breeze could send him drifting glamorously across the continent.
Celedyn is instead gently lowered back to the floor. Satisfied, he begins looping the long trails of ropes through the ring, knotting them carefully in place; until with a final pull, Cy’s ankles are pulled up from beneath him and he falls back.
There is no panic as the kaldorei suddenly finds himself cradled in the ropes, the trust between the pair unmistakable. Celedyn looks fondly down at him as he seats himself comfortably atop Cy’s chest and at long last removes the blindfold.
<<Tamagotchi by TIMMS>>
Celedyn beams down at the other man as Cy blinks to let his eyes adjust to the sudden intrusion of light. He plants a soft kiss on the kaldorei’s pierced lips before slipping back to the floor, retrieving a votive and lighting it with a candlestick.
Celedyn returns to the kaldorei’s side, letting him watch as the low temperature wax melts easily, forming a translucent layer visible through the votive’s glass as he gently rocks the candle to keep the warmth moving.
Celedyn tips the candle, letting the wax pour over the side and onto his skin, drips and spatters quickly cooling into an entirely unsubtle pearlescent and slightly translucent white that warms the skin beneath it.
Celedyn rubs his hand through the wax, massaging the oils into Cy’s skin, making the well-muscled pink flesh absolutely gleam. He gives a smirk to the audience that asks wouldn’t you just love to be me right now?
Celedyn steps back as Cy is lifted upwards, the kaldorei’s expression relaxed, blissful within his bonds as the warm oil sinks into his flesh. Below, Cele stretches languidly out on the fur rug, then rolls up onto his shoulders, legs pedaling in the air.
Carefully, Cy is lowered until high heels barely kiss skin, as if walking over his broad back. Cele chuckles and rolls to his side, getting a little work done while one hand idly strokes over the kaldorei, he opens a folio to sign a few pages.
Celedyn closes the folio back up. Honestly, who can get work done at a time like this? His fingers curl into the rope work and he presses kisses into Cy’s back as the bound kaldorei is lifted once more, pulling the Celedyn into the air along with him.
Celedyn reaches up to grip the rope and gives a great sweep of his legs for momentum that swings him up and over, recovering his balance in a handstand atop Cy’s chest, gripping the ropes as his legs part in the splits and he plants a kiss on his belly.
Celedyn slowly, carefully curls his stomach, keeping that treacherous balance until he’s seated straddling Cy’s chest. He beams out at the audience and gives a flourish to demand applause as they're lowered; but make no mistake, he’s not finished.
<<Tantrum by Ashnikko>>
Celedyn dismounts and strolls over to one of the candelabras, retrieving it and its twin. He plucks a single candlestick, holding it beneath Cy a few moments before the rising heat jostles Cy from his reverie, sending him twisting in his bonds with a cry.
Celedyn grins and retrieves several more votives, letting Cy watch as he lights each from the candlestick and places them upon his chest. Cy’s silver eyes go wide and he starts to squirm in his bonds, not able to thrash without risking spilling them.
Celedyn leans over Cythion with an impish smile. While the wax he pours over Cy’s chest is low melt, the candlesticks that he pushes into it most certainly are not, a few stray spatters making him jolt and struggle as the candlesticks are stuck to his skin.
The kaldorei is once more hoisted up like some perverse chandelier, with Celedyn hanging from it. While the high elf changes from one pose to the next beneath him, Cy’s attention is glued to the candles, desperately trying to keep them steady.
Celedyn seems utterly uninterested in Cy’s plight; his physique on full display from pose to pose as he makes sure everyone gets a look. As hot wax dribbles onto the kaldorei's skin, the cries that sound out... that certainly doesn't SOUND like pain.
Celedyn is lowered to the floor, taking a moment to fix his wavy tousle of hair while Cy pants heatedly beside him. Cele watches a few moments, then grabs Cy by the hair and drags him down into a kiss, swallowing the cry as wax pours over his chest.
Celedyn holds the kiss until they’re both breathless by the time it breaks. He sweeps the remaining votives from Cy’s torso and swings up, kneeling atop him. One hand drags up his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart and utterly thrilled by it.
Celedyn climbs to his feet, heels digging cruelly into Cy’s flesh as the high elf’s legs start pumping, building momentum to swing out higher and higher over the audience. Candles splatter, spill, and are finally snuffed out as they rain down.
Celedyn leans down to snatch up the folio, the shift sending the pair spinning as he seats himself atop Cy’s chest, letting those long legs kick out in a cheesecake pose. With one pass over the crowd, he throws the folio out, papers raining like confetti.
Not just any papers, of course, the pages that rain out over the audience are signed boudoir shots of the pair befitting the clinch cover of a Steamy Romance Novel… though it would require cropping and strategic title block placement.
Celedyn climbs down as the music ends, carefully helping guide Cy as he is lowered to the fur rug. The scissors are retrieved and swiftly used to cut him loose before he is helped to his feet. Celedyn makes it half way through his bow before Cy pounces.
Celedyn yelps with delight as he's snatched up into the kaldorei's arms. He laughs, tipped as Cy takes a bow of his own, the kaldorei looking very much like the cat who has caught the canary as Cele blows kisses over his shoulder and they depart.
@cythion
