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It's been such a long time since he has seen Xerxes Break, that Ryo finds himself quietly shuffling along the hallways and down to the dungeon where they first met. He's sentimental today, and besides that he has always loved this room.

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"Tell me- a mood. The kind of thing you want."

Proposing, quietly.

"Tell me if I scare you, or scare you off?"

This is different, and Ryo looks at the item he chose, then at Break.

"I wouldn't leave you if I was scared, sir. I like being scared. It makes it more fun for me."

Understatement.

"Do you want to be scared today, Ryo?"

He proposes, very quietly, looking over his shoulder at him.

He's very somber when he nods.

"Yes, please. ...If you like that, too."

"We have all this water."

A bucket of clean stuff, that he hasn't yet used for mopping.

"Have you ever had a bad experience with it?"

He shakes his head, brow furrowed. Then he imagines what Break might mean and oh, his eyes light up.

"All right. Go set up a saline drip."

He orders him, softly.

He starts walking toward a box.

"You mean, like an IV drip? Like in hospital?"

"Yes, but fix it to the suspension point you chose."

He smiles.

"And we won't need the needle. Just get the bag hanging."

He'll do the rest.

He is definitely intrigued now, and so he sets up as fast as he can, shivering a little because he's naked as he does so.

"Is this all right, Mister Break?"

"Very good. There should be a body bag in the cupboard, over there. One of the latex ones that cinches at the throat."

Going to get a few more tubes.

He looks at Break in quiet surprise, but finds what he means. He holds it up for inspection, and frowns at it quizzically.

"Why does it cinch here like this, sir?"

"Because the top can be a hood. But I think we'll leave you face out."

Moving to take it from him, once he's set up.

"Climb in."

Ryo smiles and obeys. His mouth goes a little dry, but it's not a bad sort of fear. Break never disappoints.

He moves to help him sit down (minding the knee) and zips him up. Ryo won't be able to move either his legs or arms more than a few inches away from his body.

Ryo tests this, and gives Break a warm smile. He likes this so far.

"What are you going to do to me, sir?"

"I'm going to make it hard for you to breathe."

He promises, moving for one last thing. A spider gag.

"Kick your heels on the floor deliberately for a safeword, all right?"

He looks at the gag, eyes widening, then looks up at Break, and nods. There's the fear all right.

He slips the gag in-

then the tube for the drip into his mouth, turning it on.

That will be annoying.

Ryo is still at first, until he tries to swallow as the liquid builds up.

"Swallow or spit, darling, I don't mind."

Yanking a tuft of his hair.

Ryo yelps when Break pulls his hair; he likes that no matter the circumstance, but it had startled him. He turns his head to spit; it's awkward to swallow with the gag in.

"Oh, look, you're making a mess. Dribble-face."

Patting his distended cheek.

He giggles and it sounds higher, distorted with his mouth forced open the way it is. He tries to inch closer to Break, the first clear sign that he was nervous.

He holds him against his body, pulling him back against his chest, putting an arm about his throat to hold his head still, so the only way to clear his mouth will be to cough it up, let it overflow, or breathe through his nose.

In the mean time, his spare hand starts poking him, tickling.