Thread by @iammadeofpages

Part 4. #Körangi CW: Nsfw, Chastity cages, kink negotiation,
(Long one, sorry, didn't want to split it up.)
Breakfast is surreal.
They've eaten together plenty of times before. Almost every day lately, if they're both around. But in his room, at his table?

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It feels like the sun shining in fully on them now makes it all a hazy dream.

Digging into the oatmeal feels insurmountable somehow. Bowl full of more than just food.

He always picked whole blueberries if they had them, not jam, liked the texture difference, and when he sat down now, they were already stirred into it.
Horangi had noticed what he ate. Knew he liked it.
Also knew he liked sandwiches with both marmalade and cheese

He must have spent time choosing it all. Making a whole stack of them, knowing how much he ate. Paying for him. Bringing it back here.

It was hard to imagine eating it all when it felt like gifts he shouldn't be allowed.

His stomach clenches violently with how he's trying to steady his breathing. Can't be breaking down again over a god damn sandwich.

"König. Eat, please." Horangi's voice is firm, but it loosens something in his joints. Hands able to grab the spoon.

Mumbling a 'thank you-' between mouthfuls.

*
Finishing breakfast with coffee, König feels more settled. Everything is more stable. More real. Warmth of the cup in his hand grounding.

"Can we talk about yesterday?"
Horangi sounds calm, but König's heart starts racing again.

Doesn't want to remember the humiliation. But he helped, he is still here - staying despite seeing the worst of him. He's done so much for him, the least he can do is listen.

König nods.

"Do you always wear one?"'

Shit. No, he can't look at him talking about this.

Averts his eyes down into his cup instead. Coffee barely covering the bottom now. Traces of grounds swirling around in the liquid as his hands shake.

"No."

"But often?" Horangi continues asking. Tone of voice relaxed.

König shrugs. He doesn't exactly think about it much.

Just puts it on when the need gets too much. When he fears he will lose himself. Time doesn't really factor in. Days bleeding together when he's deep in the feeling.
"Maybe. It depends."

"On what?"

And that's the root question isn't it. How does he even explain?

"On if I need it."

Horangi hmms and sips his coffee.
Mask long taken off and placed on the table. Beautiful, perfect face bare to him. The jagged, parallel lines of four scars across his cheek not hidden in shame, but proudly displayed as soon as the mask comes off.

Unlike how König wants to hide his own unmarred face at all times. Hide his entire existence.

"What does it do for you?"

"What?"

"The cage. You said if you 'need it'. So it helps with something."

König grips his cup harder. Can he do this? Horangi wants to know.

He can be trusted. But he doesn't even know what it does. Why it does it, and why it works. Don't make him, please.

"I don't-" Fuck he feels so fucking stupid again. He doesn't even know.

Just runs on instinct, grabbing at anything to supress the overwhelming waves of panic crashing in. "I don't know - it's - I."

Hands cover his own again. Easing the shakes. Helps him put the cup down.

"It's alright.

"It doesn't have to make sense to me as long as it makes sense to you. I only want to know so I can help."

Fuck, his eyes burn again. Glazing over for a moment with a well up of frustrated tears he blinks away.
He needs it back.

Needs pressure on his skin and control of something. Needs to muster all control he can and offer it up for Horangi to take and rule with.

"Do you feel like you need it now?"

Yes, yes, yes.

Shaking and nodding and his fingers dig into skin and sleeves, needs so bad to cling to stability he lets his begging slip out of his mouth.
Low whispers of please, please, please. All of Horangi's names spilling from his lips like an invocation.

Horangi hushes him gently.

"Don't worry, Do you have other cages? More comfortable ones?"

A single nod towards the bed. Box hidden underneath, containing his treasured hoard of them.

"Perfect. Go get them for me, and I'll give you what you need, sweetheart."

König whimpers at Horangi calling him that again, and rises on unsteady legs.
Brings the box back and hands it to the other man.

Instinct to drop to his knees too overwhelming to resist that he merely crumbles into a pile of awkwardly long limbs pressed as close to the other man's chair as possible. F
ears that he will yell at him, ask him what the fuck he us doing.

Too much again. Overstepping.

But lovely fingers are instantly there, raking through his hair.
Easing his mind into floating silence.

*

Looking through the box, the range he sees is surprising.

Sizes everywhere from long enough he doubts it's even restrictive, but considering König's overall size, maybe it is - to one he almost gasps outloud at.

The cage part merely an almost flat surface. Like a coin welded to a ring.

That could surely never fit. Can't imagine it.

He expected them all to be similar to the one he had held in hand this morning. Cold steel in a simple design.

But digging through them, there's several made in colorful silicone standing out brightly against the others.

Some made of seethrough plastic that seems heavy duty and thick.

No screws on them like the one he saw, but actual locks. Keys sticking out of them, ready to be used.

There's more metal ones too, oxidized black, high polish steel, some brushed to dull the shine and give them a softer feel.

There's tubes in there as well.

Hooked into some of the cages as part of the design, extra rubber ones on the side too, in different sizes, still in their medical supply packaging.

The ones with silver colored rods through the middle, looking like they'll reach endlessly deep into his core makes his own dick twitch. Later. Definitely using them later.

Horangi tips König's head up slightly, moving him by his hair. Just long enough to grip properly.

The breathy moan that escapes him hits deep in his gut. Craving to hear more, to make him sound like that until it turns into a constant whining noise. Soon.
"Do you have a favorite?"

König seems to either not process his question right away, or it's a tough decision.

He pats him through it. Doesn't pull again, as much as his fingers itch to. He needs the space to focus. Last thing he wants is to set him up for frustration.

At least not this kind.

A nod comes, then a long arm stretches inside the box from his spot on the floor.

Not needing to look as he rummages around on feel alone. Skipping over the longer ones, smaller ones, leaves the ornate ones with intriguing attatchments.

Till his hand closes around one. Thick fingers feeling around the contours of it. Deems it what he was searching for.

And oh. Oh, that is perfect.

"This one?"
König nods again and holds it out for Horangi to take. Heavy duty plastic feeling substantial in his hand, but nowhere near as heavy as the metal one from yesterday.
No sharp spikes or edges.

Just rounded shapes, tip of it shaped like a regular glans, slightly pointed, small hole at the front, and lock resting on top - holdingbthe two pieces together.
It's a relief and punch to his gut all the same.

Can't help himself, needs to touch and hold this precious man.

Letting go of the grip he has on his hair, he presses the side of König's face into the fabric of his fatigues instead.
Into the meat of his thigh.

And König doesn't need to be told, happily digs the curve of his strong nose in, inhaling deep into his chest and doesn't come back up even after Horangi eases up his pressure.

As much as Horangi had been sure the man needed someone else to lead, the way he so easily folds and gives is a surprise. Beautiful, mindaltering surprise.

He hopes the vibe this cage seems to give off isn't a coincidence. That it means something this being his first choice.

Can't help wanting to test the waters when he's more relaxed.

"A good choice. Is it comfortable?"

Movements of a nod against his leg.

"Good. It's really pretty too. Suits you, sweetheart."

Horangi pats him through the shiver running through his body.

"We need to decide on more rules about this, but I want you comfortable first. Alright?"

Lazy nodding the only answer.

"Thank you", and god, he can't help touching him again, so amazed and so grateful he decided to open up and let him see him like this. Precious beyond compare.

He wont let him fall now. They'll manage this together.

"Come, let's stand you up again."

Horangi gets up from his chair, box left on the table, and reaches hands down to help König up off the floor. Limbs all unsteady and unruly, but they manage to get him standing.

The way König towers over him will never cease to make him feel things. To know he folds into barely anything makes it that much more stark in contrast.

"Alright. Let's get you on the bed and I can help put this on, yes?"

He makes to walk over to the bed, but König's feet stay planted on the floor where they stand. Gripping onto his shirt so he won't go. Eyes focused on his face, but low, not making eye contact.
"Something wrong?"

König shakes his head, but doesn't release his grip completely.

"Is it too fast? Am I overstepping? You don't have to -"

König shakes his head again, more frantic, moving his hands from his grip on Horangi's shirt, inching upwards. Hands shaking so bad, there had to be a lot of turmoil hiding in there.

Horangi studies his face, still downturned, as he feels fingers track up his neck, up his chin. Circling the hinge of his jaw, and back again to where he seems to want to go.

Pads of thumbs brushing impossibly gentle across his lips.
Horangi smiles.

Kisses battleworn fingertips as they pass over his mouth. Enjoying the effect it has; legs wobbly again and chest heaving.

"Do you want to kiss me, König?"

Impossibly large hands cup the sides of his face, soft pressure just to hold. Covering him from jaw to hairline.

His answer is a whine so tortured he sounds wounded. Needing it like he can't breathe otherwise. On edge like he had been yesterday, ready to combust into nothing. A barely there 'please' caught on a released breath.

Horangi smiles in awe.

Angles his face up and burrows his own hands into the soft fabric of König's well-worn t-shirt. Uses it as leverage to raise himself up on his toes to meet him half way.

"Come here then."

(End part 4)