[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: 2020-11-12 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.