Alivian's jaw drops, a surprised huff of breath escaping him at the words, though his masked gaze follows every movement of Hank's hands like a hawk. The tug of the collar, the slip of a tie through nimble fingers. Buttons parting one by one.

"...I won't say no. But I feel the need to clarify something. It's not "wanting to take on your burden". It's. Well."

His face turns beet red.

"I'm... kinky at heart. I, uh... read bodice rippers, often enough... the use of two sets of clamps sounds interesting. But if you want them too, I won't take that away from you."

His ears airplane, but he still focuses on Hank even as his face turns a brighter and brighter shade of pink.

"Starting slow, though... I like the sound of that."

A beat, and he reaches out with a shaking hand, gently taking Hank by the shoulder and guiding him closer with a soft but insistent touch.

"Touch me as much as you want, because I want that. Please."