[ whether or not blade wants to obey is immaterial to the scene at hand, so he isn't thinking about it too hard—but it would be a lie to say that there's no small spark of heat that winds its lazy way through his nerves when rin points so assertively at a spot on the floor just before her. maybe it's helped along by the costume he's wearing or the role he's playing, or maybe it's something inherent to blade, but without letting his mind wander down that particular rabbit hole he obeys rin's command and drops to his knees in the place she indicates.
his mouth is still tingling from the rough, demanding kiss rin had pressed against it, and as blade looks up at her he finds himself drawing his lower lip slightly in between his teeth as if chasing her flavor. he's not hard yet, but there's a certain brightness in his gaze that indicates the beginnings of arousal, a physical response blade has no intention of fighting.
the only question now is how rin will intend to punish him. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ blade says a little belatedly. agreeing with her, that this is place in the company, subservient and beneath her. ]
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his mouth is still tingling from the rough, demanding kiss rin had pressed against it, and as blade looks up at her he finds himself drawing his lower lip slightly in between his teeth as if chasing her flavor. he's not hard yet, but there's a certain brightness in his gaze that indicates the beginnings of arousal, a physical response blade has no intention of fighting.
the only question now is how rin will intend to punish him. ]
Yes, ma'am, [ blade says a little belatedly. agreeing with her, that this is place in the company, subservient and beneath her. ]