[ Her weight across his hips keeps him from fully turning, though he follows her motion with his gaze, eyebrows slowly going up when she produces a sash from the nightstand. There's another twinge of mental discomfort as he connects the dots. Being restrained isn't exactly at the top of his list of fun activities.
And at the same time, there's a surge of heat that slides through his middle as she takes hold of his wrists and secures them to the headboard. There's enough slack that it doesn't pinch and he can bend his elbows without strain. If he really bent his attention to the task, he's certain he could get out of it; there's a comfort in that knowledge. ]
It's– [ He tugs, just a bit, always wanting to know the limits. That rush from earlier comes back and he feels his face heat with it. ] –fine.
[ Her teeth might be a little distracting. Maybe that's why his response comes out with a short exhale. ]
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And at the same time, there's a surge of heat that slides through his middle as she takes hold of his wrists and secures them to the headboard. There's enough slack that it doesn't pinch and he can bend his elbows without strain. If he really bent his attention to the task, he's certain he could get out of it; there's a comfort in that knowledge. ]
It's– [ He tugs, just a bit, always wanting to know the limits. That rush from earlier comes back and he feels his face heat with it. ] –fine.
[ Her teeth might be a little distracting. Maybe that's why his response comes out with a short exhale. ]