[Not that he sounds like he minds, but. Well, that contextualizes the startle reaction he'd had when the door had rattled open while he was still wrapped up in the machine, anyway. No one else could've gotten in to begin with, and Adrian would never have let anyone get that close if it hadn't been Kakyoin coming home. He didn't need to ask permission; it just made for a rather erotic surprise for the both of them.
He reflects on that a minute.]
...Sorry.
[Affectionate, needy, happy, he pushes his face against Kakyoin's palm.]
You don't...like it. Sorry.
[There is so much evidence here to the contrary it's astonishing. But he is still wearing Adrian's collar, hefty leather thing that it is. And there are some parts of their games that he knows don't sit well with Kakyoin, either.]
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[Not that he sounds like he minds, but. Well, that contextualizes the startle reaction he'd had when the door had rattled open while he was still wrapped up in the machine, anyway. No one else could've gotten in to begin with, and Adrian would never have let anyone get that close if it hadn't been Kakyoin coming home. He didn't need to ask permission; it just made for a rather erotic surprise for the both of them.
He reflects on that a minute.]
...Sorry.
[Affectionate, needy, happy, he pushes his face against Kakyoin's palm.]
You don't...like it. Sorry.
[There is so much evidence here to the contrary it's astonishing. But he is still wearing Adrian's collar, hefty leather thing that it is. And there are some parts of their games that he knows don't sit well with Kakyoin, either.]