"You tease," Jedao accuses, but warmly, after he twitches at the noise of the first painless crack of the whip. When the next one skates across his back, his muscles ripple with momentary tension, then relax.

"Ah..." Jedao murmurs, a soft sound as he sighs out his breath. Each stroke hurts deliciously, a bright beautiful sting that feels like it's scrubbing some part of him clean.