[My, my. What a difference a little confidence makes in a man. Warren feigns helplessness against being manhandled. The emotional hit, that's real at least. He likes this.
Part of him already wants to spread his legs wantonly. Not yet, though, he mostly feels comfortable in a way that would have been lost completely for all time if not for Masaferry. Friendship that seems to gel into the cracks within Warren to keep him together.
His wrist is cool to the touch. There is a pulse, so glacially slow and weak it's hardly detectable in his blue veins. The idiot smiles at Bandou - at Saburouta - and adjusts himself to raise his other hand above his head as well. One wrist under him already and the other being offered alongside.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pettymuch
(no subject)
Date: 2025-03-25 01:58 am (UTC)Part of him already wants to spread his legs wantonly. Not yet, though, he mostly feels comfortable in a way that would have been lost completely for all time if not for Masaferry. Friendship that seems to gel into the cracks within Warren to keep him together.
His wrist is cool to the touch. There is a pulse, so glacially slow and weak it's hardly detectable in his blue veins. The idiot smiles at Bandou - at Saburouta - and adjusts himself to raise his other hand above his head as well. One wrist under him already and the other being offered alongside.]
Telling you to do it makes it no less a weapon.
['killing me softly']
(no subject)
Date: 2025-04-01 09:12 am (UTC)Guess I'll have to take both your arms hostage then~
[That second offered wrist is quickly pinned into place amongst the soft cushions of his bedding.]
I can have secret weapons, too.