Next time, Chilton would pass the handcuffs over to Brian and watch him restrain himself. He tried to push that thought aside and focus on the now. Now Brian needed to be shown, guided. Chilton brushed the handcuffs against his knuckles as he spoke.
"Now I want you to get on the bed, face up. Spread your arms and legs." Brief confusion flickered across Brian's face, but he didn't protest. It was driving Chilton wild to be patient, but he had to remind himself not to rush. He wanted to savor this, to make it count. If he didn't, there might not be a next time. He took first one of Brian's wrists and then the other, holding them tight to the bedposts as he made careful, neat knots. The rope would bite despite being thick, but it was better than cable ties. When that was done Chilton paused at the foot of the bed, admiring his handiwork as he handcuffed Brian's ankles to the bedposts. He took in the other man's flushed face and fluttering chest as well as the excitement straining the front of his jeans. He let himself reach forward and brush the skin across Brian's stomach, lingering at the edge of his pants.
"I want you to beg for me." He breathed, barely able to contain his own desire. He'd been picturing this moment for more than a month now. When Brian didn't reply he took his hand off Brian's skin, closing his eyes as the bound man hissed in frustration. He stepped around the bed so he stood by Brian's head, undoing the leather cuff on his wrist as he did.
He played with the improvised leather strap, taking his time to find a decent grip. Then, after a moment of deceptive stillness, he brought it down with a snap across Brian's skin.
Brian let out a surprised gasp. It had been louder than it had hurt, really, but by moving his head slightly he could see a livid pink mark the strap had left.
"Pleasure and pain stimulate the same parts of the brain." Chilton said softly, running the strap through his free hand. Again he brought it down on Brian's flesh, closer to his belt. "The body can confuse them, or even register them as the same. But right now I think your body is paining you more than I am…" Chilton nodded at Brian's erection. "Do you want me to take the rest of your clothing off?"
He hadn't even finished speaking when he brought the strap down on Brian again, higher. "Yes!" Brain gasped, still recoiling from the blow. It was lighter than the others, and it stung far more fiercely…and he felt it deep in his groin as much as on his chest.
"Yes what?" Chilton asked, dropping the leather strap to the floor as he pulled the riding crop from his pocket. He brought it down on the mattress rather than Brian, making a sharp crack that Brian felt anyway.
"Yes! Help me with them!" For the first time in months Brian wasn't thinking about Will Graham or Jack Crawford or work. He was concentrated solely in the livid red marks Chilton had raised on his skin and the pulsing hot center of his arousal. If Chilton didn't stop his pants from crushing him, the agony would be too much.
Chilton had moved so he was kneeling on the bed now, one knee between Brian's. Brian felt something moving at his belt buckle, but it wasn't fingers. It was the riding crop, tickling and teasing along the fine trail of hair before slipping teasingly under his belt. Chilton's fingers were taking care of other business.
"Please!" Brian sobbed, knowing that he must be struggling because he could hear the handcuffs rattling on his ankles. "Please, Frederick!"
Chilton pinned him to the mattress with his weight and he felt the doctor's mouth on his shoulder. Never leaving the fine line between kissing and biting, Chilton brought his mouth up to Brian's ear. "Because you said please." He whispered. His free hand deftly removed Brian's belt while the other controlled the crop's teasing movements. Chilton paused after discarding the belt long enough to kiss Brian deeply, smiling against his mouth as Brian returned the kiss eagerly. He could feel Chilton against him now, rock hard with excitement.
Chilton tore rather than tugged Brian's pants, letting them pool around his ankles. He exercised his control now, leaving Brian with one flimsy barrier between them while he sat back, pulling off his own shirt. His hands hesitated at his fly before returning to the whip on the mattress. "You're going to help me out of my pants now." He told Brian breathlessly. "With your teeth."
Brian was all too eager to comply. He waited until Chilton positioned himself accordingly, then bit the material in his way.
Somewhere along the line Chilton grew impatient and helped him, stripping off all barriers between them save one. He played at the edges of Brian's briefs with the crop, tickling and then stinging, each closer and closer to where Brian was ready to burst. Far off he could hear someone moaning, and only after a while did he realize that that someone was him.
"Stop, stop!" he was whimpering.
Chilton froze, the crop resting on Brian's upper thigh. "Do you mean that? Do you want me to stop?" He didn't know if he could, not right now…
"No!" The crop's pressure leaving his skin decided it. "Please don't."
"Please don't what, Brian?"
"Please don't stop!" Brian arched against his restraints, pulling towards Chilton.
With a satisfied smile, Chilton cast aside the crop. He retrieved a foil packet from his pants pocket before climbing back on the bed. "Safety first." He murmured with a grin. "Although I doubt this is going to feel very safe at first." He tore away the last barrier between himself and Brian, unable to hold back. He heard Brian first cry out in pain and then pleasure, his one hand underneath Brian's lower back and the other on his groin. He felt Brian come moments before he did, settling his weight on Brian as they lay panting in the semi-dark.