You say, "I'm a big fan of sun and water."
Galahad likes it.
Frostbyte presses you, abruptly, against the wall, grabbing D rings set into your arms and yanking you down to his level. "Kiss me."
Galahad does so, working to nudge your lips open with his own and slide his tongue past your teeth. Perhaps in submission to your grip on those rings on his arms, he lets his hands stay at his sides.
Frostbyte keeps you on your knees, sliding his fingertips up your chest, caressing around the nipples with sharp little claws, caressing up the neck and jawline. Slowly, his fingers close in your hair, and force your head back, his teeth coming in to nibble soft along your neck.
Galahad doesn't resist your pull, offering up his neck. The hollow of his throat flickers with quick, barely-stifled gasps coaxed out by claws and teeth. He's watching you through half-shut eyes, breathing hard through parted lips.
Frostbyte takes the D rings and pulls your arms back, back, back until they're firm against the wall he pressed you to. From nowhere he instantiates spikes, and he pins you to the wall by your D-rings by them.
Galahad turns his head as the second spike goes into the wall, losing that dreamy expression. He jerks against the restraints once tentatively, then again, harder. A flush forms on his cheeks once his vulnerability is clear to him. He looks up at you expectantly, a little hesitant as he voices the question in his eyes. "What would you have of me?"
Frostbyte doesn't answer you, at first, just stands and savors the rare pleasure of looking down at his lover, then bends over at the hips to press his lips to yours, holding you close and vulnerable. His tongue meanders over yours, rich with that familiar explosive tang, wetting your lips on it's way out. "I would have your pleasure."
Galahad is yielding, then not so much yielding as savoring, moving his tongue under yours, pressing his mouth up to yours. His arms twitch against the spikes securing them, moved by the pure, thoughless impulse of wanting to hold you to that kiss. He doesn't close his eyes, but his gaze seems ever warmer and more content.
Frostbyte reaches down, sliding his claws softly down your chest, squatting down, finally looking you in the eye. "You fine thing... I would like to kiss you forever, perhaps until the sun sank beneath the eyes of god and in to the land of dream." He takes an iron grip on your cock. "What do you think?"
Galahad's eyes follow the trail your claws blaze down his body. His cock is allready stiff when you take hold of it, but the pressure of your grip is enough to squeeze a drop of clear juice from him. The sudden fierceness of it keeps him from being able to answer. His head drops forwards to your shoulder, and he bites down on you, almost stifling his moan.
Frostbyte hissses, feeling your teeth dig in to his skin. "Yesss. Good boy," he purrs lusciously. "I will see you fucked long and hard..." Gently he pulls back, out of your jaw, leans in and nips your ear fiercely. "I will have to plunge myself, every last inch of myself, in to your gorgeous flesh... But first you'll have to ask me nicely. Won't you?"
Galahad nuzzles at the side of your neck. Feeling your teeth again makes him breathe in sharply, sucking in the scent of your fur. "Will I? You do seem eager." He smiles at you archly. "And you are beautiful, but you'll need to do more than this if you want me to beg and bargain." His eyes wander over you, smile widening.
Frostbyte's clawtips tease over your erection slowly, rubbing quietly over the head. "How appealing... I'm sure I'll find some way to earn such devotion." Gently, he grabs your cock, and pulls, forcing you to arch out, and out, and reach with your hips...
Galahad pushes his hips out as best he can manage...and he has an impressively flexible body. His spine arches for you, pressing his shoulders back hard against the wall. He could almost regret that you've risen to meet his challenge, but the play of your claws over the tip of his cock has him throbbing hard in your hand.
"I propose that you will be more eager to beg for pleasure when the alternative is so... uncomfortable," purrs Frost, instantiating a nice long, whipping riding crop. He tucks it under your chin, holding you arched even further. "Did you engage in flagellation in your meditations, lovely Galahad?"
Galahad tilts his chin up obediently, until the curve of his throat almost mirrors the curve his body. "Not of this kind," he answers breathily. Smile reappearing, he glances over the riding crop. "It doesn't look so threatening."
Frostbyte flicks it up and whips it down across one flank, bringing a sharp SNAP of leather against skin and the accompanying flare of sensation. "Appearances can be deceiving," he purrs, tucking the crop under the head of your shaft.
There's a little "Ah!" of surprise and comprehension, almost too thoughtful to sound at all pained. Blushing again, Galahad looks down his bowed body and sees a drop of pre-cum welling at the tip of his erection. He moves his hips, rubbing against the slight pressure on the underside of his cock. "FRostbyte..." he murmurs. "Don't be gentle with me."
Frostbyte flicks the crop down then up so sharply it SNAPs against the underside of your cock, flaring pain. "Mmmm." Quietly, he presses the crop to your lips. "Have I been gentle?" SNAP against one nipple, SNAP to the other. "I suppose I might have been..."
Frostbyte holds your cock in one hand, keeps you arched, and plays the crop across your bare skin with the other.
Galahad's cock twitches involuntarily at that first slap of the riding crop, almost touching its tip to his belly before you take it firmly in hand again. It's a sharp, vivid sting, but tingling warmth spreads out from each place you strike him he moans from it. Moans without even trying to silence himself, as much in pleasure as in pain. He isn't struggling at all. And when firm leather glides over his skin, welts and all, he sighs with pleasure.
Frostbyte leans down and kisses you full on the mouth, letting his tongue delve in to you like a lance as he slips the leather across your skin, down your back, to tease over the crack of your ass. Gently he breaks the kiss. "I want you to raise your legs over your head, and show me your ass. Can you do that for me, Galahad?"
Galahad shifts position rather than answering with words. He rests his rear on the floor, as much as he can with the way his arms are secured, and he begins to draw his knees up to his chest.
Frostbyte puts the leather to your lips, and kisses you around it, letting you taste it for a moment before he pulls away with the crop in his teeth. He firmly grasps the D rings at your ankles and begins to lift, to pin your legs to the wall as well...
Galahad slips his tongue between the leather and yours. As you begin to hoist him by the ankles, he surges into motion. Palms flat against the floor, shoulders against the wall to brace him, he tries to lock his knees around your neck.
Frostbyte lunges forward, letting you grab him by the waist but only there, grinning around the crop in his teeth. "Naughty boy," he purrs. A heartbeat, then it is your move again.
Galahad squeezes your waist with his legs. He crosses his ankles to keep his hold firm, and grins up at you. "You shouldn't take my submission for granted."
Frostbyte nods sagely. "Lesson learned," he purrs, before he bites your lips, feeling your healing blood flow and knit wounds, his and yours. Sharp short claws reach down between us and grasp something important to you. "Now let go."
Galahad does so, smiling, managing to keep this position even without your body for support. He licks the blood from his lips, and his gaze grows intense. Once his hips are resting on the floor again, he draws his knees up once more, showing you what you had asked to see.
Frostbyte is a good deal more careful, this time. With a flick of his wrist, he instantiates a long thin leather whip, and lashes your ass with it, hard, before you have a chance to grow accustomed to it's presence, then poof - the whip is gone again, like a dream. All that's left is the throb. He shoves two spikes in to the wall, well above you, and from his hands pour chains that slip through the eye of that piton to dangle on either side of you.
Galahad grits his teeth at the suddenness and intensity of the pain from that lash. The heat spreading from that welt is burning, almost intolerable, and his hips shift as if he hoped somehow he could pull away from it. With his body curved this way, his cock is resting on his belly, early staring him in the face as searing pleasure makes him drip again.
Frostbyte brings forth padlocks and clamps the ends of the chains to your ankles, and with one chain in each hand, wrapped thrice around his arm for a strong grip, walks backwards, slowly forcing your legs higher and higher.
Galahad draws in his breath, looking a touch hesitant now. He strains against having his ankles drawn up any higher, but gradually he gives in, blushing intensely, for the first time turning his face away from you.
Frostbyte spikes each of those chains to the ground, locking your legs high, leaving your ass oh so open to his intrusion. Another breath, another lash of the whip that came and went across your thighs. He stands before you, looking you over. "Now you're well and properly helpless..."
The whip doesn't get much of a reaction out of Galahad this time, as it onle strikes metal. "This isn't a very dignified position," he mutters almost inaudibly, still too ashamed to look at you.
Frostbyte listens with a smirk to the CLANG of leather against steel for a moment, dropping to a squat and bending over you, between your legs, his face close to yours. "Shhh... Dignity is overrated. I'm going to kiss you. Don't bite, or I'll punish." His lips find yours, gently.
Galahad yields, and once yours lips are touching you can feel a bit of a tremble in him. It's as if the timbre of his submission has changed -- no longer a role he's taken in a game, but something genuine you're drawing out of him.
Frostbyte cups your chin and holds your face to his, looking you in the eye. Quietly, he caresses over your beautiful lips, and speaks. "Dignity is the shield we put up between ourselves and the world. It's what we use to hide ourselves, our impulses, from people we fear will mock them." He kisses your forehead, brushing your lips. "We don't need it, when we're alone together. You can trust me to respect you, no mattery what..."
"So you don't need dignity... do you?"
Galahad gazes back at you, finding it easier with you so close to him, touching him. "No," he whispers after a long pause. "It's still difficult... but I don't mind it being difficult. It isn't a bad feeling, being at your mercy." He leans his head close to yours, as much as he can manage, to kiss you lightly. "Thank you, Frostbyte."
Frostbyte smiles. "Good boy." He kisses you back, then stands, letting the red silk-wrapped whip flow out from his hand like wine. He nods, with an inviting grin on his face, and then he begins to lash you, waiting for you to beg him to fuck you.