There's something hot on Zoro's face, and it isn't until a few minutes later that he realizes it's a blush. Apparently the handholding is intimate enough that his body decides to react this way, and for as much training as he does, he hasn't yet learned how to control the flush of his skin.
He takes comfort in the knowledge that Reira likely can't tell he's blushing at all, much less that it's because of the gentle way she's guiding and speaking to him. "Oh, you are." He nods, accepting that new information. So they're both new to this. That should be fine. "You don't have to worry about getting too wild. I can handle a lot." He shrugs to give the impression of someone totally unbothered by what may come next. It's not a lie, but it also isn't entirely honest — Zoro's inexperience means he doesn't have a true appreciation for what a lot is in this context.
Reira picks up a few things, and Zoro blinks, eyes flitting between Reira's face and what she's now carrying. As unusual as the leash and collar are to him, it doesn't seem too bad. "Okay," he agrees, voice light as he moves closer to let her put them on him. He knows how it goes — things are easier if he doesn't resist.
Not that he's against it, anyway. Reira asks him to get on his knees, and once she's done securing the collar around his neck, he does just that. He's still in his emerald robe, and won't bother shedding it unless Reira directs him to. Otherwise, he lets his hands skim softly from her ankles up to her thighs, kissing along her flesh to slowly wake her senses. Sure, she didn't ask for it, but he thinks it's a little awkward to jump straight between a woman's legs without preamble. At least during the first meeting.
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He takes comfort in the knowledge that Reira likely can't tell he's blushing at all, much less that it's because of the gentle way she's guiding and speaking to him. "Oh, you are." He nods, accepting that new information. So they're both new to this. That should be fine. "You don't have to worry about getting too wild. I can handle a lot." He shrugs to give the impression of someone totally unbothered by what may come next. It's not a lie, but it also isn't entirely honest — Zoro's inexperience means he doesn't have a true appreciation for what a lot is in this context.
Reira picks up a few things, and Zoro blinks, eyes flitting between Reira's face and what she's now carrying. As unusual as the leash and collar are to him, it doesn't seem too bad. "Okay," he agrees, voice light as he moves closer to let her put them on him. He knows how it goes — things are easier if he doesn't resist.
Not that he's against it, anyway. Reira asks him to get on his knees, and once she's done securing the collar around his neck, he does just that. He's still in his emerald robe, and won't bother shedding it unless Reira directs him to. Otherwise, he lets his hands skim softly from her ankles up to her thighs, kissing along her flesh to slowly wake her senses. Sure, she didn't ask for it, but he thinks it's a little awkward to jump straight between a woman's legs without preamble. At least during the first meeting.