[ it never gets less terrifying, truly, but stumbling short-breathed and essence roiling into another setting entirely is probably exactly how kuya wants him. it takes him a second to gather his bearings, all of which is spent with his eyes on kuya, wandering until his gaze reaches the wicked tip of that crop. ]
Yes sir.
[ he can shed his clothes along the way to those restraints. it is difficult not to feel spoiled when he runs his fingers over the fine leather of them, working open the clasps to fit around his wrist. of course there's no real issue with the conjured kind; this just feels warmer, more material, less like he's in ten thousand leagues over his head. ]
no subject
Yes sir.
[ he can shed his clothes along the way to those restraints. it is difficult not to feel spoiled when he runs his fingers over the fine leather of them, working open the clasps to fit around his wrist. of course there's no real issue with the conjured kind; this just feels warmer, more material, less like he's in ten thousand leagues over his head. ]
How do you want me?