[The skilful application of Max's tongue draws a soft moan out of Whyborne, his hands pressing more firmly against him. It's enough to distract him from his usual self-consciousness for once, fingers tracing the contours of his chest with something approaching confidence.
He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]
[Max knows, even if he's pretending not to. He makes a show of looking Whyborne up and down slowly, and with a purposefully lascivious heat.
He wants Whyborne to know beyond a doubt that he likes what he sees, so he leans in to kiss the newly revealed flesh at his collarbone, before looking back up to meet his eyes and say:]
All I see is a sweet, beautiful man in front of me. Nothing to laugh at here.
[Whyborne can't help blushing at the expression in Max's eyes but it does at least give him confidence to slide out of the shirt. He doesn't look down, not wanting to see himself, but he can watch Max.
He drops the shirt to the side and smiles nervously.]
Take your shoes off for me and lay down on the bed.
[He reaches for the cuffs and makes sure they are open and ready.]
Get right up to the headboard for me. I want to cuff you to it. And, Whyborne, this part is important: if you want out of them at any time for any reason, or if you want me to stop, say red light. Understand?
[Fumbling with the laces is even worse than fumbling with his cuffs, but he manages to get them kicked off and he lies down obediently, having to squirm a bit to get up as close to the headboard as he needs to.
He smiles nervously at Max and nods in answer to his question.]
Ah.. yes. I'll say it if I need to.
[It's an odd thing to say, but all right. He can remember that.]
[Whyborne's stomach is doing flips with the way Max moves, but he reaches up and lifts his arms over his head, gripping onto a convenient piece of carving for a lack of anything better to do with his hands.]
Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
[The cuffs are soft but secure around his wrists. He tugs on the chain - they definitely aren't coming off. He feels a pulse of anxiety and the thought enters his head that this could all be a joke, Max making fun of him.]
It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-11 04:59 pm (UTC)He lets himself be pushed, though he has to glance backwards to make sure he doesn't trip over his own feet or anything else before he reaches the edge of the mattress.
At the order he flushes a bit, then begins taking it off, his fingers struggling to be nimble with so much going on. His waistcoat has to go first, and then the shirt follows, though he fumbles with the cuff buttons. He hesitates before taking it all the way off, his shoulders hunched slightly.]
Promise you won't laugh at me.
[He's not... strong, he knows that. He doesn't have muscles like Max. He's skinny and awkward and ugly and he knows it perfectly well.]
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Date: 2020-11-11 05:08 pm (UTC)[Max knows, even if he's pretending not to. He makes a show of looking Whyborne up and down slowly, and with a purposefully lascivious heat.
He wants Whyborne to know beyond a doubt that he likes what he sees, so he leans in to kiss the newly revealed flesh at his collarbone, before looking back up to meet his eyes and say:]
All I see is a sweet, beautiful man in front of me. Nothing to laugh at here.
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Date: 2020-11-11 05:14 pm (UTC)[Whyborne can't help blushing at the expression in Max's eyes but it does at least give him confidence to slide out of the shirt. He doesn't look down, not wanting to see himself, but he can watch Max.
He drops the shirt to the side and smiles nervously.]
W-what now?
[Where does Max want him?]
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:29 am (UTC)[He reaches for the cuffs and makes sure they are open and ready.]
Get right up to the headboard for me. I want to cuff you to it. And, Whyborne, this part is important: if you want out of them at any time for any reason, or if you want me to stop, say red light. Understand?
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Date: 2020-11-12 04:53 am (UTC)He smiles nervously at Max and nods in answer to his question.]
Ah.. yes. I'll say it if I need to.
[It's an odd thing to say, but all right. He can remember that.]
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Date: 2020-11-14 05:54 am (UTC)[Max doesn't want to break the mood by explaining the concept of safe words but he's not going to ignore the need for one either.
He kicks off his own shoes and crawls up onto the bed after Whyborne. His movements are slow, predatory like a wolf prowling toward the man.]
Lift your arms up over your head.
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:49 am (UTC)Like this?
[He wets his lips with his tongue, his mouth feeling dry and his throat croaky. He had no idea it was possible to want anything this much but he wants - no, he needs Max to be touching him soon.]
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Date: 2020-11-19 05:01 am (UTC)[Max still moves with a kind of calculated grace, even as he's threading the link of the cuffs through the gap in the bed. He closes Whyborne's wrists into them and checks that they're holding.
Then he puts a hand to the man's chest and asks:]
How's that feel?
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Date: 2020-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:38 am (UTC)No. I would never do that. And if anyone ever does, I'd really like you to tell me or someone about it.
See, this is why I told you to remember Red Light. If you want out, that's all you need to say.
But as long as you're still enjoying it... you have nothing to worry about.
[Max lets his hands trail down Whyborne's chest slowly, tracing a line down to his belly and then back up again.]
I want you to have a good time.