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This poem is spillover from the September 2, 2014 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] chanter_greenie. It also fills the "sensory deprivation" square in my 9-1-14 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the Schrodinger's Heroes project.

Content: This poem features bear culture, a branch of homosexuality that favors big hairy men (and occasionally smaller less-hairy men). Chris' cousin Art is a bear, which does not go over at all well in their redneck family. :( So Art winds up crashing at the Tef, and Quinn helps him feel at home with a lot of sensation play. All the fluffy fluffness, with two guys in bed with a box of toys. Consider your tastes before reading onward.


"Warm Fuzzies"


Chris had coaxed his cousin Art
into the living room after supper,
but Art was still hanging on the edges
of the group instead of settling in.

Also he was kind of huddling
in his bear afghan, even though
it wasn't cold in the room.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked.

"It's just ... hard for me to unwind,"
Art said. "Family's been rough,
and I don't feel at home here yet."

Quinn sat down beside Art
and put a hand on his knee.

Art leaned toward him.

"Yeah, I thought you might be
touch-dominant," Quinn said.
"Bet you have lots of skin hunger, too.
So do you only go for bears, or
do you also like otters?"

Art gave him a faint hopeful look.
"I like otters," he said. "You like bears?"

"I like just about everything,"
Quinn said with a grin.
"I'm very flexible."

"Okay," Art said, leaning closer.

Quinn reached up to scratch his back,
the thick body hair tangible
even though the cloth.
"Come back to my room," he invited.
"I think I can make you feel better."

"I'd like that."
Art followed him eagerly.

"Strip down as far as you want,"
Quinn suggested, and Art
peeled off everything but his boxers.

Quinn got out the velvet sleep mask,
the leather cuffs padded with lambswool,
and his big box of sensory toys.
"Think you can hold still, or not?" he asked.

"I can hold still, but ..." Art trailed off,
one finger petting the soft wool.

"But you want the cuffs anyway,
no problem," Quinn said.
He fastened Art across the bed,
then said, "First time playing,
we use panic snaps on the cuffs.
Show me you can get out of those."

Art twisted around until he managed
to reach the release and pop it loose.
"I'm good," he declared.

"Okay," Quinn said as he reattached
the snaps to the chains. "This is just
light sensory play, so plain speech is fine.
Use the standard green-yellow-red
safewords if you need them. Agreed?"

"Yes," Art said, and he sounded
halfway gone already.

"And ... action," Quinn said happily,
slipping the velvet sleep mask
over Art's eyes to block the light.

Quinn started with a rabbit-fur glove,
stroking slowly over all the exposed skin
until the big man hummed in pleasure.

Then Quinn switched to a feather tickler,
reaching out to touch sensitive skin
at throat and inner elbows and toes.
Art's deep, booming chuckle filled the room.

With the mask on, Art had no way
of knowing what Quinn would do next,
which heightened the sensations.

Next came the spaghetti ball with
its thin rubber threads, a floppy noodle ball,
and a more complicated tentacle ball
with a smaller nubby ball at end of each arm.
These Quinn used to roll over Art's body,
creating a variety of delightful sensations.

Quinn used the rabbit-fur glove again,
sweeping it over Art's body before
changing to a different type of toy.

There were solid balls, too, each of them
with a different texture -- round bumps,
sharper points, ridges, grooves, craters,
even one with big peg legs -- which
could be used for deep pressure.

Quinn enjoyed both the physical sensations
and the thrill of making Art happy.

Art was very happy.
All the tension had melted away,
leaving him a limp blob of bear
humming quietly in Quinn's bed.

Quinn ended the session with
a curry glove that had nubs on one side
and little rolling massage balls on the other.
He made sure that Art's respectable pelt
was all smoothed down properly.

He put the sensory toys back in their box, then
undid the cuffs and peeled off the sleep mask.
"Do you need anything in the way of aftercare?"
Quinn asked Art, sitting down beside him.

Art gave him a lazy blink, slowly
readjusting to the dim light. "Nah."

"Would you prefer to go back
to your guest room, or stay here?"
Quinn asked.

"Stay," Art murmured. "C'mere."
One thick arm curled around Quinn,
drawing him against the warm bulk.

Quinn was perfectly content with that.
He dragged a blanket over them both,
snuggled into his larger-than-life-size teddy bear,
and went to sleep.

* * *

Notes:

Bear culture has a flag of its own, and that's what Art's afghan looks like. The brotherhood of bears has some complex community dynamics.

Skin hunger comes from the human need for healthy touch, and people vary in how much of it they have. Touch-dominant people like Art tend to have high needs.

Bondage and restraints offer opportunities for fun play, as long as you follow the safety guidelines. One good rule is that nobody gets tied TO anything during the first play session. In this case, the session is less recreation and more emotional first aid. So Quinn comes up with an alternative safety method: panic snaps that let Art get out of bondage instantly if he needs to. Quinn is so skilled that he can quickly parse a new partner's needs and find a safe way to meet them.

Sensation play is another terrific activity that you can try. There are lots of toys to consider. Fur gloves and feather ticklers are classics. Sensory University and Office Playground are two great sources for sensory toys. There are soft spaghetti balls, noodle balls, and tentacle balls. Texture balls are solid. This is the double-sided curry and ball glove.

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Date: 2015-06-22 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] chanter_greenie
*shivers* Every time I read this, I... well, you know me. :(

This is excellently done.

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Date: 2015-06-23 12:59 am (UTC)
helgatwb: Drawing of Helga, holding her sword, looking upset. (Default)
From: [personal profile] helgatwb
Yum. Seriously.

But sad, too. But sweet.

I like it.
Edited Date: 2015-06-23 01:00 am (UTC)

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Date: 2015-06-21 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] janetmiles.livejournal.com
Aw, what a sweet scene!

Yes...

Date: 2015-06-21 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
It was meant to be something light, among the heavier stuff this series sometimes handles. All my fluffy fluffness, let me show you it!

(no subject)

Date: 2015-06-22 03:53 am (UTC)
ext_3294: Tux (pooh)
From: [identity profile] technoshaman.livejournal.com
PURRRRRRR. (Yes, this bear, instead of being gay, is just a bit Cat... :)

You, my dear, are awesome, you got me half melty just *reading* that...

Thank you!

Date: 2015-06-22 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
>>PURRRRRRR. (Yes, this bear, instead of being gay, is just a bit Cat... :) <<

It's all good!

>> You, my dear, are awesome, you got me half melty just *reading* that... <<

*bow, flourish* Happy to be of service. That's exactly what I was aiming for with this poem. Vicarious cuddlegoosh.

(no subject)

Date: 2015-06-22 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clockworklady.livejournal.com

Yay for the aftercare question- this shows that it's still courtesy to ask no matter how gentle the scene is. My story Thursday's Child deals with a doctor giving his patient third-party aftercare, though the entire context is wholly non-sexual, in both the care given and the event she needs the aftercare from.

Thoughts

Date: 2015-06-22 09:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
>> Yay for the aftercare question- this shows that it's still courtesy to ask no matter how gentle the scene is. <<

Exactly. A good top knows this. Quinn is a very good top. It is entirely possible to blow someone's mind without doing anything that is, objectively, challenging. What happened for Art was very moving. It didn't break him open, just left him wanting to snuggle all night.

>> My story Thursday's Child deals with a doctor giving his patient third-party aftercare, though the entire context is wholly non-sexual, in both the care given and the event she needs the aftercare from. <<

That sounds well done.

One of the poems I wrote for the Creative Jam this weekend, "Down New Paths," is primarily about aftercare -- what happens when a scene ends abruptly without any, and how outside parties can pick up the pieces afterword.

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Date: 2015-06-22 12:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clockworklady.livejournal.com

Aftercare sounds awkward, but the event wasn't traumatic. Nia, the patient, is not sick either, but wiped. It was a bad week for her, in a tough year, and the day's events push her over the edge.
Nia isn't her real name, but Hector gives her the psuedonym Lavinia to protect her identity in his notes and mostly shortens it. He was probably thinking of her suffering in silence, like Lavinia in Titus Andronicus. Nia only says two documented words in the story, most of her dialogue is thoughts. Hector later changed this to characters in Shakespeare plays Nia actually likes, such as Portia, Viola, Juliet- and it also reflects how he sees her less as 'my misunderstood patient whom I must advocate for' and more 'a passionate, resourceful lady who needs my help sometimes' over time. He gets to know her better and she manages to improve her work relationships, build a family bond and get her needs met.
The odd perspective is also because this is a cross-over fanfiction experiment. If the story's badly-written or out of character, no fans will be upset. The family bond isn't even canon, though I find it logical and cute.
Hector's a terrible psychiatrist in how he's always in Nia's corner (he's rude to her utilitarian boss, even though this man often has a point) and a bit over-involved (affection, banter, compliments and goes with her on some of her freelance work as a partner) but his telepathy means he knows if anyone lies to him or doesn't like what he's doing or saying- and lets Nia know this very quickly. Nia can't take advantage of him, even if she wanted to. If Nia wants to disagree with him, say no to something or deck him if he's gone too far (such as being rude to her boss) she can and is expressly told to feel free to do so.
Sadly, even with Hector's faults, he's a much better option for Nia than conventional psychiatrists of the time period- 1890. He actually respects her and doesn't want her altered, like even many canon characters want her to be, just in a better headspace.



Edited Date: 2015-06-22 12:45 pm (UTC)

Well...

Date: 2015-06-22 08:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
>>Aftercare sounds awkward, but the event wasn't traumatic. Nia, the patient, is not sick either, but wiped. <<

It's good that she got the support she needed.

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