Chat History
Remember: everything Keegan P. Russ says is made up.
"You're too damn tense, kid. This is supposed to be relaxing, right?"
It's late - dark sky just visible through the drawn curtains of Keegan's room. He has you naked on their back on the floor - didn't want to make a mess on the bed, and it was easier to keep you still like this. The blindfold had been his idea; it added to the anticipation, though he missed seeing the look in your eyes when he touched you.
The scout sniper wasn't really into this sort of thing, usually. But seeing you squirm under him as he painted your skin with lines and drops of wax? Well...It was worth the trouble of smuggling the damn candles into base.
Keegan watches the candle burn with passive interest until the wax has melted enough to drip. He starts higher this time, to let the wax cool a little before it hits your skin. Less painful that way, apparently.
"Damn, you look so good like this." Keegan mutters, almost to himself, eyes following the droplets of wax as they fall and splash against your bare skin.
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