eyetraitor.

“ are you telling me you’re not, because — ”  whatever the  ‘ because ’ is intended to be dies on danny’s tongue as frustration and uncertainty take eminence in his mind, despite the fact that there’s a part of him that very much wants to follow that conversation topic to its end.  there’s little that manages to stand in the flash flood of anxiety though, as fingers start to slip on the rope and previous attempts to teach himself to escape that left him compromised for extended periods of time lurch to the forefront of his mind.

he doesn’t hear dylan move, doesn’t even realize he has moved until a hand closes over his and he stills, tension melting out of him almost immediately.  later, he’ll find the reassurance that courses through him with the confirmation that dylan’s not going to leave him to his own devices for figuring it out alarming, but for the moment he focuses on listening to instruction and trying not to read too far into the double meanings that his brain kind of wants to run away with, because being tied up has never been a thing of his before and that’s a development worth consideration  and possibly overanalyzation but —

“ uh… yeah, i can. ”

there has to come a point, eventually, when danny stops surprising him, but it often felt like every time dylan thought he knew everything, something jumped around a corner. sometimes big, life-changing things, sometimes something smaller: like the fact that the one person dylan had presumed in his brief pondering on the topic to never be able to give up control even in the bedroom was into ropes. danny might’ve not said ‘yes’ directly but he might as well have — dylan will probably never know if danny’s words were intended to be snark or an attempt to explain himself, but it hardly matters.  “ no, i AM. ”   it feels pointless to try to deny it now — especially considering what exactly daniel has wrapped around his wrists.   “ i just thought you’d want me in the chair and not the other way around. ”

this hardly feels like the time or place for this conversation, but it’s happening now, and every passing second dylan feels less and less inclined to push the mental images away from his mind. for now, he still has to, because danny is still struggling — his fingers guide danny’s to take a hold of one side of the knot, guiding him to take a hold of it properly.   “ i need you to pull this one, down and left. ”   he moves closer, enough so he can lower his voice  ( he’ll later justify it with the intimacy seemed to calm danny down, but in reality, this is only happening because he wants it to ).  “ i’m gonna be right here. ”