[ This shouldn't be too much of a surprise for him: he'd glimpsed that memory planted in his head by Makoto, and he knows what he saw to be true. You've done more, had allowed more to be done to you with your express permission than the simple act of your wrists lashed together by a belt. He knows it turns you on. He understands as well, that this is rooted in trust. And isn't that what the two of you have been all about.
He's tipping your face up to his now and looking down on you with a mix of apprehension and want as his hands drift down over the planes and angles that make up your torso.
He's still so deathly quiet even if he looks like he wants to speak. Overwhelmed doesn't cut it in this case. ]
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He's tipping your face up to his now and looking down on you with a mix of apprehension and want as his hands drift down over the planes and angles that make up your torso.
He's still so deathly quiet even if he looks like he wants to speak. Overwhelmed doesn't cut it in this case. ]