The first time, Eliot could have blamed the booze if he'd wanted to. Nobody said he ever had to come back to Hardison's loft when it would be just the two of them there, alone. But he returns, at least once a week.
Eliot would never have pictured Alec for this sort of thing. Ever. Not in a billion fucking years. But God he's so good at it.
Eliot's arms have enough play so the circulation isn't cut off, but he can't do anything. Not even when he feels the olive oil being applied to the insides of his thighs and just below his naval.
He doesn't want to do anything when the electrodes are put in place.
He only mewls with want when the switch goes on...
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Date: 2009-01-18 05:28 pm (UTC)Eliot would never have pictured Alec for this sort of thing. Ever. Not in a billion fucking years. But God he's so good at it.
Eliot's arms have enough play so the circulation isn't cut off, but he can't do anything. Not even when he feels the olive oil being applied to the insides of his thighs and just below his naval.
He doesn't want to do anything when the electrodes are put in place.
He only mewls with want when the switch goes on...
erotic electrocution was the inspiration...