[A bit frowny and agitated, actually... Though he's also flushed. Kind of side-eying Allen, sliding his hands back down Allen's arms when he's done with the shirt, sitting back up again and considering...]
[Goes lock the door while he frowns at the bedding... Then coming back over and pulling off one of the sheets, flipping up the futon, and sliding the sheet under it diagonally so the ends stick out from under it.]
All right, as you were. [:|b going to loop the end of the sheet around the shirt tying Allen's wrists to secure him to the bed]
[hee hee he's so matter of fact about making sure there's enough points to tie me down to khlngn grins a little uncontrollably, briefly, partially in amusement and partially because what the fuck my life? but does as he's told, his heart racing]
[matches his breathing, just sort of hovering over Allen for a moment, his bangs teasing at the dip in Allen's neck... Leaning up, sliding his hand all the way back up to Allen's cheek as he brings his other one up and starts working at his own shirt's buttons, admiring the effect all this is having]
But first, PANTS REMOVAL. Tying each foot separately with the legs of the pants, securing that with the sheet with enough slack that Allen and lift or bend his legs a bit, but not too much. It's a bit awkward and bulky but the knots are secure enough.
Running palms over the inside of Allen's thighs when he's done, attention returning to Allen's.. predicament...]
[staring at him doing it, testing his range with a small flex of his body, realizing a lot of his body had wrung up tight and forcing himself to relax. letting out a bit of a laugh - nervous? actually finding this funny? affectionate? confused? nervous??]
[wets his lips, glancing up at the sound... pets his thighs, strokes his cock only a couple times in passing as he moves back up to settle over Allen's stomach.]
...Part of you clearly doesn't mind, but.. is this still all right?
[hff...] I'm ashamed to admit I haven't really planned this, so you'll have to bear with me as I figure things out. Though I suppose I'm getting some idea [petsss him appreciatively]. You'll have to be certain to let me know what you want if you think of something, as I don't intend to let you up until I'm done.
[And then Link started stripping while still mostly on top of Allen. Starting with the pants this time. It reveals a bruised thigh from where a vineaconda tried to break his leg yesterday... but he continues not to mention it. Setting pants and underwear aside neatly and focusing instead on the skin-contact and Allen's warmth under him, shifting so he can feel it too.]
[makes a soft pleasured sound as he cants his hips forward, pressing down against him with a shiver, face flushed, his eyes falling shut against some fevered dizziness, not that he minds that much. Steadying himself with a hand on Allen's chest]
Ah--mmh...While I'm glad that you think so, this.. all this. isn't a particularly charitable impulse.. you know...
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I'm not sure this is enough. [climbing off him and offering a hand up] I'll need you to stand up for a moment.
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[OBEYS... it is a simple task to get up without use of his hands]
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All right, as you were. [:|b going to loop the end of the sheet around the shirt tying Allen's wrists to secure him to the bed]
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Okay...
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... You tell me often enough that I can have all of you, but I think... it's a bit more tangible like this.
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It's-- good... like this... to do that. For the same reason...
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...I like having you.
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s..tops... about two buttons down. Changes his mind and starts working on Allen's pants.]
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yeah he is rock hard already]
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But first, PANTS REMOVAL. Tying each foot separately with the legs of the pants, securing that with the sheet with enough slack that Allen and lift or bend his legs a bit, but not too much. It's a bit awkward and bulky but the knots are secure enough.
Running palms over the inside of Allen's thighs when he's done, attention returning to Allen's.. predicament...]
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...Part of you clearly doesn't mind, but.. is this still all right?
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... You're really incredible.
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Ah--mmh...While I'm glad that you think so, this.. all this. isn't a particularly charitable impulse.. you know...
I'm just feeling possessive.
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I-is that... what it is...
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