With his head already against the pillows, there wasn't very far it could go. But still his chin angled up toward the headboard, his back arching in an attempt to accommodate it. But he'd secured himself a little too well and there was very little slack to do such a thing. His limbs strained against the cuffs until he gave up and uselessly collapsed against the sheets again.
His breath huffed through his nose, his cheeks turning a brilliant red at Lucian's words. Each breath made his chest heave, making him all too aware of the straps that hugged his body. All too aware of Lucian's roaming fingers. Those words and the breath against his ear sparked a shiver that rooted deep in his gut. It made his heart flutter madly in his chest. Nerves, fear, and elation all mingled into a dizzying concoction. The fact that he might actually be getting just what he's always dreamed, always fantasized about both thrilled and terrified him.
He didn't need to wait long on that precipice of anxiety because fingers quickly found his nipple and had him jerking hard against the bonds, a whimpering cry rising behind the gag. It actually takes him a moment to find enough mental traction to understand what he'd been asked. Those fingers were so very distracting. He nodded, frantically, letting out a sound that he hoped came across as pleading and appeasing rather than simply pathetic. "Unwrap it," he wanted to say. "It's your real present." But all he could do was make muffled, desperate sounds.
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His breath huffed through his nose, his cheeks turning a brilliant red at Lucian's words. Each breath made his chest heave, making him all too aware of the straps that hugged his body. All too aware of Lucian's roaming fingers. Those words and the breath against his ear sparked a shiver that rooted deep in his gut. It made his heart flutter madly in his chest. Nerves, fear, and elation all mingled into a dizzying concoction. The fact that he might actually be getting just what he's always dreamed, always fantasized about both thrilled and terrified him.
He didn't need to wait long on that precipice of anxiety because fingers quickly found his nipple and had him jerking hard against the bonds, a whimpering cry rising behind the gag. It actually takes him a moment to find enough mental traction to understand what he'd been asked. Those fingers were so very distracting. He nodded, frantically, letting out a sound that he hoped came across as pleading and appeasing rather than simply pathetic. "Unwrap it," he wanted to say. "It's your real present." But all he could do was make muffled, desperate sounds.