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[armwriostle]

Moving stuff from GP to here. Holla holla.

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[thisclockworkheart]

Just the once, [ he recalls from earlier, a breathy laugh tumbling out of him when Wriothesley pulls him along by the towel he's slung around the puppet's neck, offering resistance for a moment, not enough to do more than perhaps make them stumble a little.

He's pointed out before that Pinocchio could be handsy. That observation appears to be more than a little astute; the puppet spreads his palms over the body turned so considerately toward him, appreciating the knotted muscle, the swell of his chest, how his skin still hangs onto the warmth of their recent bath. It's with curiosity, not trepidation, a smile crinkling his blue eyes as he crowds after Wriothesley and asks: ]

And how will you have me?

[ It's possibly a little unfair that his voice is still so clear after he attempts to batter his throat with Wriothesley's cock, earlier.

Pinocchio's still keeping one metal palm — mercifully not yet cool again — over the plane of his belly, feeling him shift and flex as he moves. The other peels the towel hanging from his shoulder and consigns it to the floor in his wake. Beads of water that had been caught in the crevices of his prosthesis crawl down in slow rivulets over his toweled-off skin, cooling in the air.

His lessons haven't wrapped yet, and the anticipation is a joy, a warbeat thudding in his chest. Each time they come together like this, Pinocchio learns something, and refines these newly-discovered delights a little more. Eager to prove himself, and even more eager to satisfy Wriothesley's generous heart, his interest is avid, keen. ]

Since I'm on your menu.

[armwriostle]

[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.

[thisclockworkheart]

[ 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. ]

[armwriostle]

[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.