[He's getting called a good boy so often these days that it's only a matter of time before it really starts giving him a serious response. But what can he say - there's something thrilling about putting his life in someone else's hands, watching them have power over him and praise... so there's a lot of shit buried there he's not digging out right now, plenty of content for Better Health to mine when he's back in NYC.
Her shadows are strange - but not frightening. Nothing about her frightens him and he's not sure if that's because he lacks the wherewithal to know when danger lurks these days - not that anything would ever top Willem in his book, or because he trusts her so much already that he knows she'd never do him harm. He watches the snakes spread, cinching his wrists in place.
He tries to tug against them just to try it, satisfied (and sighing - oh, how he sighs in the most romantic of ways gazing at her) as he looks up at her, hard from the friction of her body teasing him. A warm flush washes down his neck, and he bites his lip for a beat before responding.]
If you leave me wanting, I'll just end up crying. And that's pathetic.
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Her shadows are strange - but not frightening. Nothing about her frightens him and he's not sure if that's because he lacks the wherewithal to know when danger lurks these days - not that anything would ever top Willem in his book, or because he trusts her so much already that he knows she'd never do him harm. He watches the snakes spread, cinching his wrists in place.
He tries to tug against them just to try it, satisfied (and sighing - oh, how he sighs in the most romantic of ways gazing at her) as he looks up at her, hard from the friction of her body teasing him. A warm flush washes down his neck, and he bites his lip for a beat before responding.]
If you leave me wanting, I'll just end up crying. And that's pathetic.