[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: 2020-11-19 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.