[He hissed as he showed his misaligned teeth at the grab to his face, his shoulders twitching once as if experiencing an old phantom expectation of pain. It was a hypersensitivity generated by the situation, and he stared defiantly into Richard's mismatched eyes. He took the usual comfort from looking into them, the reminder that they were one and the same in many instances.
As Richard worked on his belt, his hands continued to twist in the silk before taking to jerking one hand hard against the binding. His lover had bound his hands well, and the knife plunged in the chair limited his ability to pry at the material with his fingers even as he returned to twisting them.
His face turned positively furious, and he began to jerk his hands with all the force the position would allow him.] I'm not your slave to be bound at your whimsy. [He snapped, bucking his hips to attempt to dislodge Richard's position.]
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As Richard worked on his belt, his hands continued to twist in the silk before taking to jerking one hand hard against the binding. His lover had bound his hands well, and the knife plunged in the chair limited his ability to pry at the material with his fingers even as he returned to twisting them.
His face turned positively furious, and he began to jerk his hands with all the force the position would allow him.] I'm not your slave to be bound at your whimsy. [He snapped, bucking his hips to attempt to dislodge Richard's position.]