One leg out, then the other, and Benedict lets his trousers drop to the floor. There's a bit of a blush to him in spite of his bravado, for being stark naked in front of a near stranger in broad daylight, but it doesn't bother him overmuch as he turns to reveal himself in full.
Above his groin, in the stomach region, a pale scar stands out against his olive skin; if one is observant, one would notice a matching one where the blade exited his back. Across his throat, unobstructed by his shirt or hair, is a third.
Before any sort of advancement, any sort of word, he takes a long drink of his coffee and eyes Benedict up and down over the rim of the mug. It's intentional how over-observant it is, easy to follow the way Allumin's gaze lingers before ascending further up his body until it reaches his eyes. Then, he sets the mug aside again and moves closer on his hands and knees, perching in front of him. His hands lightly ghost along the outside of his thighs until they reach the hip, and then his fingers press deep into his skin and he drags his hands back down - firm, but gentle in that there are no nails in the grip.
His mouth hovers near Benedict's groin, breath hot against him. He looks up at him, and then - instead of a more obvious implication, he moves to plant a kiss on the scar. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before rising up to his feet, tracing over the scar on Benedict's neck with his fingers before planting a kiss on that one too.
"And would you punish me if I did? I wonder what you'd consider appropriate..." His voice is low again, vibrating through his lips against Benedict's skin.
What visible blush there is intensifies, but the attention isn't unwelcome. As Allumin comes nearer, Benedict occupies his hands by running his fingers through the blond hair, pressing gently on the back of Allumin's head with a pressure that guides but doesn't push.
"Maybe I'd see how red I can make you," he considers lazily, "or maybe I'd tie your hands behind your back and do as I please."
"Oh? And shall I have to teach you some of my favorite ties then?"
Because why stop at a simple restraint when you can have something more intricate? Not to mention the act of tying someone up and inversely being tied up can be so sensual for those who enjoy it, and Allumin happens to enjoy both sides of the act.
After some consideration, he decides to step back a bit, and undoes his vest (not rushing but not really taking his sweet time either) before sliding it off. Shortly after, his shirt is gone as well, leaving a bare chest of lean but sturdy, somewhat-defined muscle and freckles all the way down that thin out the further south they go. With all the frills and fabric of his upper clothes out of the way, it's much easier to take in how hard he is contained within tight fabric of his pants.
As Allumin steps back, Benedict takes it as an opportunity to kneel, propping a cushion under himself so his skinny knees don't dig into the stone floor. He watches Allumin with quiet enjoyment, his eyes warm and shining with desire.
"For now, you should hurry up." He still has to go to work, after all.
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One leg out, then the other, and Benedict lets his trousers drop to the floor. There's a bit of a blush to him in spite of his bravado, for being stark naked in front of a near stranger in broad daylight, but it doesn't bother him overmuch as he turns to reveal himself in full.
Above his groin, in the stomach region, a pale scar stands out against his olive skin; if one is observant, one would notice a matching one where the blade exited his back. Across his throat, unobstructed by his shirt or hair, is a third.
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His mouth hovers near Benedict's groin, breath hot against him. He looks up at him, and then - instead of a more obvious implication, he moves to plant a kiss on the scar. He lets his lips linger there for a moment before rising up to his feet, tracing over the scar on Benedict's neck with his fingers before planting a kiss on that one too.
"And would you punish me if I did? I wonder what you'd consider appropriate..." His voice is low again, vibrating through his lips against Benedict's skin.
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"Maybe I'd see how red I can make you," he considers lazily, "or maybe I'd tie your hands behind your back and do as I please."
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Because why stop at a simple restraint when you can have something more intricate? Not to mention the act of tying someone up and inversely being tied up can be so sensual for those who enjoy it, and Allumin happens to enjoy both sides of the act.
After some consideration, he decides to step back a bit, and undoes his vest (not rushing but not really taking his sweet time either) before sliding it off. Shortly after, his shirt is gone as well, leaving a bare chest of lean but sturdy, somewhat-defined muscle and freckles all the way down that thin out the further south they go. With all the frills and fabric of his upper clothes out of the way, it's much easier to take in how hard he is contained within tight fabric of his pants.
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As Allumin steps back, Benedict takes it as an opportunity to kneel, propping a cushion under himself so his skinny knees don't dig into the stone floor. He watches Allumin with quiet enjoyment, his eyes warm and shining with desire.
"For now, you should hurry up." He still has to go to work, after all.