[He laughs a little, the slight push and pull they have until they get to the bed. It's a little easier said than done, Pinocchio's hands on him quite distracting he finds. Once there, he merely pushes the other gently to fall back onto the bed.]
Lay here and look pretty for a bit, won't you?
[Wriothesley only now goes through the drawers to grab what they'll actually need. A bottle of lube is tossed onto the bed, but there's one more thing he needed. There's a different array of material for bondage it seems, though Wriothesley ultimately decides against bars or rope. He picks up a bundle of long silken material in a deep red. Durable, but it felt fitting to go with something that didn't exactly have as much durability as others.
Something he felt would be good for something less intense. For his inexperienced partner. He then goes back to Pinocchio, holding out the silken restraints for the smaller man to touch and get a feel for.] Hopefully I'll have you a shaking mess by the end of this.
[ The bed was built to handle the weight of multiple occupants and some vigor besides and, fortunately, doesn't creak in an ominous way when the puppet's three-hundred-pound weight topples onto it. Pushing himself up, he backs away from the foot of the bed, tracking Wriothesley with his eyes.
There's an effortless contrapposto to the way he reclines across the bed, cocked onto one hip, propped up by his steel prosthesis, the elbow dipping into the mattress, a twist of his lithe torso, his hand resting on a smooth thigh crossing the other to rest his knee against the bed. Look pretty, Wriothesley had said, and he didn't take it literally, he just (irritatingly) winds up like this.
His attention deviates twice — once, to watch the arc of the bottle as he tosses it to the bed, and again when he draws close with the long, supple restraints. Reaching for it, he rubs it between thumb and palm before he pushes the silk restraint against his cheek, his lips. ] Using something soft like this? [ The question is more sincerely inquisitive than skeptical. This is still a lesson, and Pinocchio an avid student. ]
[Wriothesley smiles warmly as he takes in the sight of the smaller man on the bed. He might not be purposely trying to be painted like a beautiful French woman, but Wriothesley is enjoying the sight of the other plenty right now.]
You can use plenty of things for restraints. Rope, cuffs- [He takes the silken material from Pinocchio, letting it slowly slide out of Pinocchio's grasp.] -cloth such as this. I thought this might be easier on the mind than rope or something that feels more restraining. It also looks good against your skin, sweetness.
[He makes the material snap in his hands.] Hold your wrists out together for me won't you? Be good for me.
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Lay here and look pretty for a bit, won't you?
[Wriothesley only now goes through the drawers to grab what they'll actually need. A bottle of lube is tossed onto the bed, but there's one more thing he needed. There's a different array of material for bondage it seems, though Wriothesley ultimately decides against bars or rope. He picks up a bundle of long silken material in a deep red. Durable, but it felt fitting to go with something that didn't exactly have as much durability as others.
Something he felt would be good for something less intense. For his inexperienced partner. He then goes back to Pinocchio, holding out the silken restraints for the smaller man to touch and get a feel for.] Hopefully I'll have you a shaking mess by the end of this.
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There's an effortless contrapposto to the way he reclines across the bed, cocked onto one hip, propped up by his steel prosthesis, the elbow dipping into the mattress, a twist of his lithe torso, his hand resting on a smooth thigh crossing the other to rest his knee against the bed. Look pretty, Wriothesley had said, and he didn't take it literally, he just (irritatingly) winds up like this.
His attention deviates twice — once, to watch the arc of the bottle as he tosses it to the bed, and again when he draws close with the long, supple restraints. Reaching for it, he rubs it between thumb and palm before he pushes the silk restraint against his cheek, his lips. ] Using something soft like this? [ The question is more sincerely inquisitive than skeptical. This is still a lesson, and Pinocchio an avid student. ]
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You can use plenty of things for restraints. Rope, cuffs- [He takes the silken material from Pinocchio, letting it slowly slide out of Pinocchio's grasp.] -cloth such as this. I thought this might be easier on the mind than rope or something that feels more restraining. It also looks good against your skin, sweetness.
[He makes the material snap in his hands.] Hold your wrists out together for me won't you? Be good for me.