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disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
disarrayed) wrote2025-06-01 10:24 am
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
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dr.graham
WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
USERNAME:
dr.graham
Why don’t you come by this afternoon? I have an hour at 1:00 PM, another at 3:00 PM.
I’ll send a link over shortly of course. Feel free to answer any question you see fit or that applies to you. I know sometimes it’s easier to have someone there to listen, so we can tailor these sessions in a way that best suits your needs.
[ and in the picture of professionalism, there’s an automated link to some information about his practice, pricing, and a link to a quick mental health assessment to set baselines. cannibal doctor? no signs here. ]
I’ll send a link over shortly of course. Feel free to answer any question you see fit or that applies to you. I know sometimes it’s easier to have someone there to listen, so we can tailor these sessions in a way that best suits your needs.
[ and in the picture of professionalism, there’s an automated link to some information about his practice, pricing, and a link to a quick mental health assessment to set baselines. cannibal doctor? no signs here. ]
I can do 1.
Thank you. See you then.
[ The survey will include a lot of middling answers - he feels like he's not good enough only sometimes, and neither agrees or disagrees with many statements about himself and his feelings. It's not that he’s not taking it seriously, but 'you are often worried about the future?' It’s all more nuanced than a rating from one to five.
The daddy issues manage to shine through, though. ]
Thank you. See you then.
[ The survey will include a lot of middling answers - he feels like he's not good enough only sometimes, and neither agrees or disagrees with many statements about himself and his feelings. It's not that he’s not taking it seriously, but 'you are often worried about the future?' It’s all more nuanced than a rating from one to five.
The daddy issues manage to shine through, though. ]
I'll see you then. My office is near the library. If you have trouble finding it, please reach out.
[ but the little questionnaire is interesting - very undecided down the middle, but again this is only a jump pad for talking points. he knows a little about timoteo from a number of sources, so he's very intrigued to see what he brings to the session.
when tim arrives, the door is open for him and will sits at his desk, writing something in a notebook. it's the noise of old floors creaking that has him looking up and giving a soft, small smile. ]
You must be Mr. Salvatore. Come in.
[ but the little questionnaire is interesting - very undecided down the middle, but again this is only a jump pad for talking points. he knows a little about timoteo from a number of sources, so he's very intrigued to see what he brings to the session.
when tim arrives, the door is open for him and will sits at his desk, writing something in a notebook. it's the noise of old floors creaking that has him looking up and giving a soft, small smile. ]
You must be Mr. Salvatore. Come in.
[ Tim’s been coming here every summer since he was a teenager. Every year, the rooms seem to shift a little bit, but he does know where he’s going, and finds Will’s office without issue. He's wearing short shorts and a tank top with plenty of chest hair poking through, and some live bites (and just plain bite marks) visible on his neck and shoulders. So what? It’s summer. ]
Hi. [ Taking the sunglasses from his face and folding them closed, hanging them on the front of his tank. ] Um, thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
[ This is good. It’s the new millennium, it’s a perfectly normal and healthy thing for a man to go to therapy. It doesn’t make him crazy, but he feels crazy, like everything that’s been bottled up over the last couple months (decades) is about to come loose with enough force to level the entire manor. And that can’t happen. Maybe this can help. ]
I’ve done this a couple times before but it was, uh. Court-appointed. I wasn’t taking it seriously. But I want to, now.
Hi. [ Taking the sunglasses from his face and folding them closed, hanging them on the front of his tank. ] Um, thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
[ This is good. It’s the new millennium, it’s a perfectly normal and healthy thing for a man to go to therapy. It doesn’t make him crazy, but he feels crazy, like everything that’s been bottled up over the last couple months (decades) is about to come loose with enough force to level the entire manor. And that can’t happen. Maybe this can help. ]
I’ve done this a couple times before but it was, uh. Court-appointed. I wasn’t taking it seriously. But I want to, now.
[the drugs are nice too, but – he can get drugs anywhere. that had been one of the things he’d thrown in will’s face, back at the beginning, how replaceable he was, just one of a dozen of therapists brought in to perpetuate the myth that alvida gave a shit about the kid she’d scooped up at random out of the system. will had nodded and said nothing and written things down and then, when koby had pushed and pushed and pushed he’d bent him over and fucked him until he cried.
and that wasn’t so easily replaced. that and the way will cradles the back of his head like koby’s something breakable, something to be careful with, making his eyes flutter nearly-shut, vulnerable like an exposed throat. giveaways, every which way, reveals that not many get to see. will likes taking him apart, likes to explore the marrow and the meat.]
No, sir. [soft, shame-faced, bashful boy kicking at the ground with the toe of one scuffed sneaker. he doesn’t deserve it, but he demands it anyway, he asks for too much, youthful greediness. koby’s body goes softer, slack, melting into the shape of will holding him like a purring cat, completely surrendered.
there’s a pill on will’s tongue, and koby opens his mouth like he’s waiting for communion, the new(ish) metal stud in his tongue catching the light. and he waits, because he might not deserve it, but will’s going to give it to him, give him this and more and more and more, because koby’s never going to stop asking for it.]
and that wasn’t so easily replaced. that and the way will cradles the back of his head like koby’s something breakable, something to be careful with, making his eyes flutter nearly-shut, vulnerable like an exposed throat. giveaways, every which way, reveals that not many get to see. will likes taking him apart, likes to explore the marrow and the meat.]
No, sir. [soft, shame-faced, bashful boy kicking at the ground with the toe of one scuffed sneaker. he doesn’t deserve it, but he demands it anyway, he asks for too much, youthful greediness. koby’s body goes softer, slack, melting into the shape of will holding him like a purring cat, completely surrendered.
there’s a pill on will’s tongue, and koby opens his mouth like he’s waiting for communion, the new(ish) metal stud in his tongue catching the light. and he waits, because he might not deserve it, but will’s going to give it to him, give him this and more and more and more, because koby’s never going to stop asking for it.]
[ how soft and pliant koby becomes in moments like these - first all pomp and circumstance and fire - then a molten surrender. it feels more genuine with him like this, even with the dramatic expressions, the kick of his feet. he's a sweet thing, koby, something he wants to curl his tongue around and taste until nothing remains.
the hand cradling his thigh moves, slides between koby's thighs, fingers pressing up against his crotch. applying pressure only at first, but soon after he curls his fingers in feather light touches, up and down the seam of his shorts. ]
Good boy.
[ he leans forward, bumping their foreheads together with a little amused huff then kisses him, licks hot into his mouth so that when their tongues tangle the little pill can slide between them and into koby's mouth. it doesn't stop him from kissing, though, from drinking deeply from koby's mouth, sucking his tongue into his own once, all the way up to the new little piercing and nipping there. ]
That's new.
[ spoken into the corner of koby's mouth, beard scratching the fair skin. ] What have you planned to do with it?
the hand cradling his thigh moves, slides between koby's thighs, fingers pressing up against his crotch. applying pressure only at first, but soon after he curls his fingers in feather light touches, up and down the seam of his shorts. ]
Good boy.
[ he leans forward, bumping their foreheads together with a little amused huff then kisses him, licks hot into his mouth so that when their tongues tangle the little pill can slide between them and into koby's mouth. it doesn't stop him from kissing, though, from drinking deeply from koby's mouth, sucking his tongue into his own once, all the way up to the new little piercing and nipping there. ]
That's new.
[ spoken into the corner of koby's mouth, beard scratching the fair skin. ] What have you planned to do with it?
[will touches him, hand skating up the shivery inside of his thigh, warm and firm against the bare skin, the ragged hem of cut-off denim – and any brattiness left inside koby melts away, because will’s one of the few men who knew exactly what to do from the very beginning. he’s learned koby’s body by now, knows the perfect amount of pressure to give against the seam of the shorts, knows what’ll make that shaky breath pitch up into a keening, pleading sound instead, but he’d never hesitated, never been weird or hesitant about touching.
maybe that should’ve been a red flag, yeah, but koby doesn’t see those anymore – things happen and if he should be anxious or concerned, it doesn’t register. it doesn’t matter that it’s his therapist kissing him, open-mouthed and messy, feeding him the bitter dissolving pill on his tongue. because koby takes it, reaches up and grabs at will’s shirt, pulls him closer and swallows and swallows.
he doesn’t ask what it was, either, just chases after will’s mouth when he moves away, huffs in annoyance and impatience, hips squirming up against his teasing fingers.] Y-Yeah. Uh – heard it feels good. For, y’know. [pierced tongue flicking out, the stud rounded and glinting as koby licks back into will’s mouth, teases the metal in slow, deliberate circles against his tongue. he’s pretty secure in his ability to make any man insane, any way he chooses, but if koby had to pick his best skill, it’s going down on someone. he pulls back, licks his lips, just barely succeeding in hiding the smirk.] Stuff I usually do with my mouth.
maybe that should’ve been a red flag, yeah, but koby doesn’t see those anymore – things happen and if he should be anxious or concerned, it doesn’t register. it doesn’t matter that it’s his therapist kissing him, open-mouthed and messy, feeding him the bitter dissolving pill on his tongue. because koby takes it, reaches up and grabs at will’s shirt, pulls him closer and swallows and swallows.
he doesn’t ask what it was, either, just chases after will’s mouth when he moves away, huffs in annoyance and impatience, hips squirming up against his teasing fingers.] Y-Yeah. Uh – heard it feels good. For, y’know. [pierced tongue flicking out, the stud rounded and glinting as koby licks back into will’s mouth, teases the metal in slow, deliberate circles against his tongue. he’s pretty secure in his ability to make any man insane, any way he chooses, but if koby had to pick his best skill, it’s going down on someone. he pulls back, licks his lips, just barely succeeding in hiding the smirk.] Stuff I usually do with my mouth.
[ will keeps the pressure of his fingers slow and deliberate, just enough to be felt and just enough to leave koby wanting more. he always likes slowly working him up, slowly plucking and pulling and biting at him until he's pliable and perfect. he turns his hand, thumb pressing against koby's clit through the denim, other fingers still gently curling and uncurling. ]
Y'know.
[ but koby's kiss is tantalizing, the rub of the little metal ball, the way koby moves his tongue to accommodate it. it makes him impossibly hard in his own trousers, something koby might feel against a thigh, a knee. ]
Show me what you can do. [ with the piercing, with his hands, his body, his mouth - anything. he leans in, licking long, lewd stripes along koby's neck to the shell of his ear which he bites and pulls before he speaks. ] And you'll get your reward. Do you think you can be good and show me, Koby?
Y'know.
[ but koby's kiss is tantalizing, the rub of the little metal ball, the way koby moves his tongue to accommodate it. it makes him impossibly hard in his own trousers, something koby might feel against a thigh, a knee. ]
Show me what you can do. [ with the piercing, with his hands, his body, his mouth - anything. he leans in, licking long, lewd stripes along koby's neck to the shell of his ear which he bites and pulls before he speaks. ] And you'll get your reward. Do you think you can be good and show me, Koby?
I'd like to come over. You don't have to say anything, but I'll sit beside you and read.
You shouldn't be alone, humiliated or otherwise. Not right now.
You shouldn't be alone, humiliated or otherwise. Not right now.
Hardly.
When things are difficult it is often times good to have a friend at your side.
When things are difficult it is often times good to have a friend at your side.
Going to therapy because you're told to is often not productive. Please, take a seat wherever you're most comfortable.
[ he rises from the desk and moves to shut the door behind them, locks it for the sake of privacy. how many times has he had koby or a staff member come busting in the door with little regard for it being shut. the woes of public spaces.
he returns to the seating area and takes up an arm chair. he leaves the notebook behind for now - better to get to know teo, even though he knows enough already. or some, at the very least. he's dressed like he's ready to go back out into the sun for some kind of party - the sunglasses, the tank, the sun-kissed skin. ]
I'm here to listen - tell me about yourself, Mr. Salvatore. Or dive in with both feet if you'd like to get to work right away.
[ he rises from the desk and moves to shut the door behind them, locks it for the sake of privacy. how many times has he had koby or a staff member come busting in the door with little regard for it being shut. the woes of public spaces.
he returns to the seating area and takes up an arm chair. he leaves the notebook behind for now - better to get to know teo, even though he knows enough already. or some, at the very least. he's dressed like he's ready to go back out into the sun for some kind of party - the sunglasses, the tank, the sun-kissed skin. ]
I'm here to listen - tell me about yourself, Mr. Salvatore. Or dive in with both feet if you'd like to get to work right away.
I'm not your doctor. And while I'm not at liberty to discuss anything my patient says or feels, it doesn't stop me from listening to how you feel, what you say.
I'll give you a few minutes to make yourself decent, then I'll come over.
I'll give you a few minutes to make yourself decent, then I'll come over.
Thirty minutes.
You don't have to speak. Like I said, we can sit beside one another and read. We can do anything you'd like. It's hardly a burden to spend time with you.
You don't have to speak. Like I said, we can sit beside one another and read. We can do anything you'd like. It's hardly a burden to spend time with you.
Thank you.
I'm nothing but a burden. That sounds so melodramatic but you don't understand. It's true. I try so hard, I really do, I've tried over and over but I can't get it right. My love is a burden. A trap. Something that makes people's lives worse.
You'll see.
I'm nothing but a burden. That sounds so melodramatic but you don't understand. It's true. I try so hard, I really do, I've tried over and over but I can't get it right. My love is a burden. A trap. Something that makes people's lives worse.
You'll see.
I look forward to proving you wrong. Your friendship and love could not be farther from a burden.
Thirty minutes. I’m always on time.
[ will graham knocks on the adjoining bathroom door at precisely half an hour and doesn’t wait for an answer before opening it. will’s dressed more casually - a plain tshirt and joggers, something harry has probably seen him in while roaming the bathroom or his own room. ]
Harry.
[ and will won’t hesitate to find him. ]
Thirty minutes. I’m always on time.
[ will graham knocks on the adjoining bathroom door at precisely half an hour and doesn’t wait for an answer before opening it. will’s dressed more casually - a plain tshirt and joggers, something harry has probably seen him in while roaming the bathroom or his own room. ]
Harry.
[ and will won’t hesitate to find him. ]
[Harry has been in bed for a full forty-eight hours already following the disastrous revelations of Saltburn's own gossip rag. When he realised Will wasn't going to be deterred, he'd forced himself to get up and brush his teeth, shower, and pull on clean sweatpants before crawling right back into bed.
The curtains are drawn, leaving the room in a hazy darkness that suits him just fine. Harry is just a lump under the covers of his bed.]
Hello, Will.
The curtains are drawn, leaving the room in a hazy darkness that suits him just fine. Harry is just a lump under the covers of his bed.]
Hello, Will.
Hello, Harry.
[ the room looks as he expects it to - dark and gloomy, the air a little stale. it doesn’t deter him.
he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. padding to the bed barefoot he climbs up on it, thinking for a moment he could climb under the covers. instead he sits close, a hand already reaching for harry’s hair, gently sliding through the damp waves. ]
You took a shower. I’m always envious of your cologne. I’ll cone clean - I stole a spray a few days ago.
[ gentle banter - easier to start than to barge in on the sad elephant in the room. ]
[ the room looks as he expects it to - dark and gloomy, the air a little stale. it doesn’t deter him.
he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. padding to the bed barefoot he climbs up on it, thinking for a moment he could climb under the covers. instead he sits close, a hand already reaching for harry’s hair, gently sliding through the damp waves. ]
You took a shower. I’m always envious of your cologne. I’ll cone clean - I stole a spray a few days ago.
[ gentle banter - easier to start than to barge in on the sad elephant in the room. ]
That's alright.
[The touch is a greater comfort than he'd care to admit. Harry forces himself to actually look at Will, figuring he deserves that at least. His red rimmed eyes are continually oozing tears.]
Supposedly it's based on an old Victorian recipe, but I'm not sure that's true. Pretty sure they thought you were a nancy boy if you wore scent back then.
[Harry's voice is as gentle as ever, but it's hoarse.]
[The touch is a greater comfort than he'd care to admit. Harry forces himself to actually look at Will, figuring he deserves that at least. His red rimmed eyes are continually oozing tears.]
Supposedly it's based on an old Victorian recipe, but I'm not sure that's true. Pretty sure they thought you were a nancy boy if you wore scent back then.
[Harry's voice is as gentle as ever, but it's hoarse.]
A nancy boy? Maybe I just associate the smell with you and disagree.
[ he pets his hair slowly, smoothing the damp curls back from harry’s forehead. when he sees the slow leak of tears he sighs, shifting in the bed to lie beside him atop the covers, leaning up on an elbow to press his lips just below the corner of a puffy eye, catching one of the tears. ]
Tell me all about it, if you’d like. If not, then I’ll read aloud to you.
[ he pets his hair slowly, smoothing the damp curls back from harry’s forehead. when he sees the slow leak of tears he sighs, shifting in the bed to lie beside him atop the covers, leaning up on an elbow to press his lips just below the corner of a puffy eye, catching one of the tears. ]
Tell me all about it, if you’d like. If not, then I’ll read aloud to you.
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