[ Even if Keita's clothes do end up a bit wrinkled, it's nothing a trip to the dry cleaner can't fix—as long as Aak doesn't leave any holes in them, so he can wear them back home afterwards, Keita isn't precious about it. In fact, almost as soon as his clothes are off his body he stops thinking about them entirely, much more interested in the sensation of Aak's hands moving over his skin. ]
Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]
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Can I be blamed? [ Keita says with a smile. ] You've made me so many promises, after all.
[ It's the fault of anticipation indeed, and the way Aak presses his palms to Keita's thighs certainly isn't helping matters, even if it's clear he's mostly teasing and not going to get serious until after he's finished tying Keita up. And hopefully blindfolding him—that part of their evening still appeals to Keita greatly.
Companionably, Keita stretches his other arm out so Aak can tie it up whenever he wants, then leans back against his pillows and lets his thighs fall open, giving Aak full access to his body. He can touch whatever he wants—Keita wasn't lying about being sensitive, though, so who knows what responses those touches might elicit. ]