[nsfw, bdsm, pet play, end of life planning, lev:red 3.01-3 spoilers] it has been a long day of planning around possible disruptions to bre's carol plans, but as head of an international group, parker can't sit back on her laurels. the hong kong team had requested parkers insight on physical actual VHS tapes they found in a mark's lock box. while they could figure out the blackmail material each held on most of them, this last video had them stumped.
when she opened the box mailed to her, parker sniffed the tape and was hit with memories of working with archie, of ripping out shiny black ribbon again and again to hide evidence of their pursuits. she doesn't do that now, obviously; she asked bre to lend her a player from the maker's retro tech hoard, and now parker sits in her living room, in her home away from home away from home, watching a bunch of boring dudes talking about laundering money through laundromats.
the HK team's "fast talker" (a forensic linguist with a bone to pick with the judicial system) gave parker a full transcript plus translation and annotations, but nothing indicated why this was kept so secure. hence, parker pushing into the night after a full day of work, on her third rewatch without a sense of why it would be kept.
at her feet, facing towards the tv as well, eliot kneels, naked and bound and oh so handsome.
she rolls her fingers through his curls, which he allowed to go natural since the last con's barrel seller. each stroke, she can smell the lush smell of his favorite conditioner—coconut, honey, a scrape of peony—rises up from each manipulation. she's going to miss it when he straightens it for their bounty hunter. he's been trying not to burn it straight as much anymore, so his hair has been delightfully voluminous, so any reason that is taken away (even for a short while) makes parker clingy.
so, she pets him. plays with his hair. lets clever fingers dance around locks of eliots hair.
to protect his joints, he is on a kneeler, legs tucked under the seat in a seiza posture. his chubbed cock balance between his thighs, balls parker tucked underneath to give pressure. adding to the sensation is eliots undoubtedly ringing frustration by the small size of the plug inside him. his restraints, though they do not disrupt his hips or legs, indicate parker expects eliot to stay where she leaves him. and he's a very good boy, so he stays instead of shaking his ass to try and get the doggy tail plug to even graze his prostate once.
poor puppy.
thinking of the restraints makes parker want to see them. gloat to herself on how pretty she made him.
so, during a few minutes parker knows nothing is going on, she says, eyes on the screen, as she grabs his hair in a ponytail and pushes his to lean forward, curving his back in a similar slope as when he's presenting his hole to her. he is presenting, in a way.
presenting his collar—the D‐ring at the back that is clipped with a short spreader bar that hangs sweetly down his spine, and this is clipped to a large O-ring on his double wrist restraint. two thin chains are also attached to the ring, trailing to either side, curving around his ribs to the butterfly clamps on his nipples. parker hums, satisfied, looking lower and seeing the tuff of fur from eliots cute little tail.
she reaches down with her free hand and rubs her palm against the plug. eliots breathing hitches but he keeps to exactly where parker wants him. his crack is so warm and perfect, and parker wants to lick him.
so she does. she licks his shoulder, then kisses up to behind his ear. parker licks the curve of his ear, and then bites the lobe.
eliot grunts at her in his Why Am I So Turned By This woof.
parker glances at the tv and continues to see the various dudes quietly waiting. turning her attention back to eliot, she pulls his hair back at an angle. into his ear, she purrs, such a pretty boy.
lip twitches show eliots reaction, but he's locked in on obeying her previous order. this moment she wishes she had chosen the girthier plug, so she could properly fuck him with it as a tease. instead, parker settles on pinching his cheeks where the fat dips into the crack. he whines by the third one, and parker just squeezes harder.
she knows she has a limited amount of time until dialogue starts again. she could just keep playing it, but parker's enough of a professional to not let her horniness interfere with the job. she presses stop. eliot shivers knowing her full attention is on him now.
elllllllliot, parker singsongs. she digs her nails into his cheeks and then pulls twin scratches up his back. im thinking doggie needs a treat. she nibbles behind his ear, along his collar. or maybe i do. parker licks the first knob of his spine below his collar, hair swept aside to expose him. parker nibbles then bites harder, locking flesh between teeth and gnawing. she can almost feel the skin get pink and tender under her attention.
tastes so good, she says, moving to another vertebrae. she pulls at the skin and sucks, and parker wants to just gobble him up and—
knife.
parker draws back quickly at the safeword for pause (a knife can go either way, depending). she undoes his wrist restraints without question even though it wasn't required; she just wants him more mobility, in case he needs it. and then she puts her hands on eliots shoulders, trying not to listen to her jackrabbit heart yelling at her to run and escape because she fucked everything up.
what do you need? parker asks, because she's a good dom.
how'd you figure it out?
parker doesn't like this arrangement. she goes to crawl over eliot, so they can face each other, but he shakes his head.
like this? eliot shakes out his hair inviting touch. she decides to leave her hands but try her face, pressing her nose into his hair. he nods before she can confirm he's comfortable. thank you. now what did i figure out? each word produces a kiss to his hair.
the... wolves. being part of the pack after i... eliot huffs like he always does when he's emotionally vulnerable and trying to hide it. i never said anything.
why didn't you?
you had a hard enough time with nate. didn't want to push it. you. but never thought i'd have a choice. would just die like a dog taking on too big of a fight.
parkers stomach hurts hearing eliot talk about himself like that. she clenches her teeth then relaxes them to push out some pressure. in her best silly singsong, she says, sorry but puppies end up dying as some kind of dog. eliot chuckles. gonna take care of you until youre a nice old doggo who lays around all day and wants scritches all the time.
gonna old yeller me? parker makes a confused sound and then eliot rushes in with, don't worry about it. anyway, heard about your plan for robots so thought any other choice was moot.
parker knows he said it offhandedly, but parker still rushes in with, you always have a choice, eliot.
eliot, probably hearing her distress, drags her hands to cross over his collar, so she can properly hug him. he kisses her knuckles as they pass by. thank you, darling.
can i kiss behind your ear again?
yeah go ahead.
its an awkward angle to hold this position, but she's had much worse in vents, and parker likes how close they are. she kisses him as promised, and then she confesses, i did hear your response to head measuring and robot bodies. it didn't sound like you liked it as much. and that made me sad so i ignored it. she was also very jealous of shipp, she can admit to herself now, even knowing objectively eliot just wanted his own mcsweeten.
what changed your mind?
parker squeezes eliot tight. i love you, el. ill miss you but... i want you happy. and you wouldn't want to be totally alone, so...
and that's it?
you got very upset with the wolf poacher, which helped my guess. parker runs her fingers in circles on eliots collarbone. she wants to touch the rest of him, but this is where he left her hands, so this is where she'll stay. parker feels her tone hollowing out as she swallows down emotions. youre such a good boy, and you deserve whatever you want, after years of good service. the best reward for a loyal pup. and? maybe robot hardison and me can watch over your pack forever and ever and—
take my brain.
really?
it's yours. im yours. and... huffy eliot. and maybe your bodies... said you didn't care about 'em. maybe you can—
—be pack with you?! parker hugs him with most of her strength.
fuck, fuck, spoon, eliot moans their go/green word with a suddenness parker nearly jumps at from the tonal shift.
yeah? eliot yanks her hands to his nipple clamps and makes her squeeze them harder and yank on them. so eager!
sorry, darl—fuck! parker twists his tits hard enough she knows it has got to sting and sting bad. eliot just shivers. theres the slight squeak of wood that signals ah, he is working hard not to thrust and is failing. instead he arches back into parker, who takes the opportunity to peek down at his lap.
ohhh, parker laughs, delighted, at eliots red and proud erection between his strong thighs. i didnt notice but did the praise and respect make my puppy all excited? does body autonomy make a puppy very horny? she twists the other way and pulls outward. at eliots whine, she encourages, answer me.
yes, parker, yes, i—
jerk onto the floor. eliots hands fly to obey her order. his talented fingers ring his cock and work quickly over the readied length.
eliots pleasure is a glorious site to witness. his growly panting, his precision with every tug, how he leans back into his and parkers embrace, desperate for any more touch he can steal. parker would have loved to drag this out, but she suspects eliot was hard for more of the conversation than she anticipated. with a perfectly timed nip twist on the clamps to really drive him wild, eliot groans out her name as he comes in a streak across the wood floor.
good boy, parker repeats again and again into eliots ear. sweet boy.
may i? eliot says the second he's done, almost shy with how soft his growl is.
it may sound like a non sequiter, but parker knows her eliot. go ahead. she works with him to shift over the kneeler so he can rock forward in a pushup, knees and calves still tucked into the kneeler. his tail plug wags happily as he gets into position.
and then eliot finds the first pearly white jizz puddle, and he laps at it.
stunning.
absolutely stunning.
eliot is flushed, his cheeks and neck around the collar and ears and shoulders bright red. his pink tongue flicks out with as pretty a color as he chases the taste of his own come with hungry enthusiasm. parker curls up into her seat to watch him find each speckle of his orgasm. he checks her from the corner of his eye, and eliot blushes deeper at her attention.
parker would have never thought she could have this, once. sex, sure. a subby little puppy, maybe. but this kind of peace? this kind of familiarity? the intimacy of trust? love like this?
parker hadn't thought much of eliot when they first met. a buff guy—a skilled hitter—enough of a danger she wouldn't want to fight him off for risk of injury. she would just stay away from him. easy. hardison was immediately more interesting because he was funny and friendly and sweet. but then eliot became eliot, became so much more, as she reached deeper and deeper underneath the exterior that once stupidly bored her, and as eliot let her in and she let him in in return.
she just... had... to go underneath.
huh.
eliot looks over at her, head tilted in interest just like a doggie.
parker should stay in the scene, but she feels her attention split. no, bad. don't abandon eliot. don't—
eliot stops licking (he's mostly done anyway), and presses his forehead to her knee. parker automatically reaches out to pet his hair. y'got your epiphany face on. very distinctive, he says with a smile in his tone.
im taking care of you.
i got my head about me, darling. not too deep. do what you have to.
i love you, parker says jumping up and running over to the VCR. she ejects the tape and looks it over, finding the screws holding it together. she knows that the HK team has long digitized the tape, and sent the physical copy because parker knows enough about tech now to know that for a mystery this deep, you need to start from scratch. so, there's a copy so she could break it open for expedency, but she decides to take the pick out of her sports bra and use the back end to unscrew the VHS.
huh, eliot says from where he's sat on the floor against the couch. y'woulda thought kwok would've looked there before the trouble of mailing it.
they're young and more coder than hacker. this will be their networked hicks, parker says generously as she can finally break open the shell and—bingo. a rolled up sheet of paper.
she shuts the VHS without screwing it closed again and quickly glances at the paper once she unspools it. its got a cypher, but from the formatting it looks like a bill of sale—not her business, but HK's. she takes some photos with her phone and sends it to the team's point person.
hand it here and i could figure it out? eliot offers
not our homework. parker tucks back into the couch, puts aside the paper, and then pats on the seat beside her. and you're busy. up, boy.
eliot smiles softly. you're spoiling me. he crawls onto the couch, lays his head in parkers lap, sinks in as she pets his hair. she doesn't deny it: after all, it's exactly what her puppy deserves.
