[He doesn't respond right away, too busy kissing his way down Lorenz's torso, licking pointedly at the curve of his ribs, his fingers tight against his hip.
Mm. You rendered a little helpless, I think. At my mercy, most certainly. I like denying you; I like the way you get, frustrated and needy-- and then, later, when you'll do or say almost anything so long as you get what you want. So with your hands bound, perhaps.
[Even like this, frankly: all he'd have to do would be to tug his shirt down further and tie the sleeves back. The goal isn't to truly trap Lorenz, after all, but simply keep him still. Fenris tips his head back, studying him carefully, before adding:]
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Mm. You rendered a little helpless, I think. At my mercy, most certainly. I like denying you; I like the way you get, frustrated and needy-- and then, later, when you'll do or say almost anything so long as you get what you want. So with your hands bound, perhaps.
[Even like this, frankly: all he'd have to do would be to tug his shirt down further and tie the sleeves back. The goal isn't to truly trap Lorenz, after all, but simply keep him still. Fenris tips his head back, studying him carefully, before adding:]
Hmm. There are a few toys I'd use on you as well.