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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"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.