The flogger felt different on his skin, softer than the one that they usually used but he wasn't fooled; he doubt Midori had any tools that couldn't inflict pain. He arched into the strokes, embracing him as his back started to walk up, feeling the familiar heat. He could feel the stares but ignored them, focusing on Stephen and just Stephen.
Nobody else mattered.
He just had to try and remember that.
He hummed happily when Stephen stopped to kiss his neck and got closer, tilting his neck so Stephen could kiss as he wanted. "I'm good," he replied, pushing forward into Stephen's fist, the cock ring tight but not painful yet. "Really good."