[The tension in that hand on his chin was a warning that he was on precarious ground, and Richard was fully capable and completely willing to hurt him if he misstep. The danger of the situation heightened his perception of what was under his hands, how the material pulled and then it pooled around his wrists as his hands pressed upwards.

The surrender from potentially harming him was obvious, and he could slowly release the breath that he had been holding, the danger apparently passed. He was surprised by Richard leaning forward, peering up at the younger man as if trying to deduce how much this secret weighed on the man - woman?.] How long do you wear this each day? It doesn't feel like a binding I've experienced before.

[He hadn't had a clear look at it, and it felt... off. Of course, he slid his hands back down now that he had confirmed its existence and his lack of revulsion of it being there or hiding Richard's most obviously feminine feature. Instead, his hands settled on Richard's muscled waste, thumbs stroking over the warm skin as he attempted to comfort from the previous shock.]

Never let anyone make you regret who you are.