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[ Wh- hey! His view!!!! He was watching that pretty face, damn it!!!

He pulls his lips off and reaches his hand up to roughly pat Kanda's hands, as if batting away a cat to keep it from sticking its paws in your food. ] Oiii, don't do that now. How am I supposed to know if I'm doing alright if I can't see your expression??

[Kanda moves his arm, very reluctantly at that. Wtf...]

Because you have ears you can hear me with?

[Ugh. Allen is such a brat (said man who is a brat himself, like good lord).]

Well, what if I think you're bloody pretty and wanna look at you, arsehole?? [ Bedroom talk... ] Don't do it again or I'll tie your bloody arms to the headboard.

[ He's at least moving his hand away now, but only so he can roll his thumb over the nipple he wasn't just giving attention. ]

[When Allen rolls his thumb over that nipple, Kanda's hips buck maybe an inch off the bed.]

With what? You don't have anything strong enough to hold me anyway.

[Motherfucker his Innocence can do that are you good, has the horny infested your brain and smoothed it out??]

[ As much as he wants to desperately grind into Kanda to give them both a little relief, he holds Kanda's hips down with his other hand for now. He's arguing, this is more important. ]

Wanna bet?

[Somewhere subconsciously Kanda absolutely wants to be tied up but he doesn't know that yet. He will know that after it happens.]

Yes. You can't hold me down.

[buddy]

[ Bet.

It's impressively fast how quick Allen shifts himself to reach up and take Kanda's wrists. He gathers them both up in his Innocence and pins his hands above his head and keeps them there. ]

Say again?

[There is the token struggle, because of course there is. Kanda thrashes a bit, not with the intention of knocking Allen off or aside but rather getting free, but they are both strong-ass men at odds with each other here. Kanda squirms, pushes against Allen's arm, and largely isn't able to get himself free unless he wants to do something extreme like hurt both of them.

He huffs, but he's clearly not through yet.]

This isn't tying me down, you know.

Well, sorry I don’t keep rope in my pocket for when you decide to be a hassle…

…Wait. You seem so eager. Yu~? [ There’s that big, stupid grin again. ] Do you really want to??

That could be fun. I’d love to see you all strung up.

[Good Lord don't look at him like that—

Kanda's face heats up, and he tsks under his breath and rolls his head to the side to look away.]

Didn't you just say you didn't have anything to do it with? It doesn't matter.

Not on me! But I do in my chest! I should grab oil while I’m over there, too…

Yu~??? You’ll keep your hands here while I grab something to tie your wrists, won’t you?

...fine. Whatever.

[Ooh don't sound so excited now Kanda, it might give away your urge to not be in control for once!]

[ It's hard to move around while still wearing pants and being Rock Hard, but he makes it work. He scrambles first to the chest at the end of the bed, realizes it's not his because they're on Kanda's, and then has to move himself quickly to his own. He ends up pulling out some neutral oil and a looooong "rope" of scarves tied together. He theoretically has rope he could use, but he figures he doesn't want to leave marks on Kanda's wrists, or rub them raw... this is better. It should be comfortable, even if it won't do him any favors in the "keeping him tied up" department. But maybe if he asks real nicely, Kanda won't rip this up?

Anyway, he gets back over to him, straddling his chest now as he sets the oil somewhere nearby and starts to wrap the "rope" around his wrists. ]

You even stayed like this! You're so good to me, Yu~ [ As a reward, he'll lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, then goes back to tying the fabric around the headboard now. ]

[Watching Allen's ass as he shuffles (for the minute he gets ass anyway)... don't mind him. Yeah he stayed in place and it's totally only because he was looking at Allen and not because he has any kinks awakening Shut Up.

Anyway, whoa boy on chest whoa dick close to face. Whoa.]

Whatever. [Word of the day.] You're real fucking lucky you're cute.

I'm lucky because I get to see you proper pretty like this~!

[ Once the rope is tight enough to be secured, but loose enough that it won't hurt Kanda and allows him at least some give to move around, Kanda will have his hair played with again, with Allen's now free hands. ]

Not to say you're not pretty all the time. Just right now, I'll have to remember it, always.

[Well, he does like his hair played with. Maybe one night Allen will discover this is an easy way to put Kanda to sleep. For now, it has him riled, and he has nothing to rut against because Allen is sitting on his chest.]

Tch.

[He's Mad but he's like not Mad Mad, y'know. Like his face is red and he's pouting and pent up, but not mad. But mad.

He rolls his hips into the air, trying to wiggle Allen one way or another to minimal avail, considering where he's currently sat.]

[ Were Allen more familiar with this, and less... well, less desperate in the moment, he may very well have asked Kanda to beg. He is not, though, so he just lets out a newly embarrassed laugh as he slides his hips back down so the both of them have some friction if they try to rut against each other.

Which Allen does, immediately. It gets a little shudder out of him. ]

Do... do you want me to take your pants off?

[Kanda is so fucking far gone that when their hips meet and he can roll them together, he actually moans almost whorishly at the friction. Fucking finally. He might die shortly here.]

What do you think? [He barks, staying in place otherwise and being quite good for all the harumphing he did about Allen being unable to keep him down earlier.] ...get yours too.

...Okay. [ Allen pulls his hands out of Kanda's hair and sits upright. He gives himself a moment to revel in the relief that Kanda's grinding gives him, his face back to that bright red as he finds that even his breath has picked up at this point.

Eventually, though, he reaches down to start unbuttoning Kanda's pants, which means he has to move his hips again, so it's out of the way. ]

...When I do, you can't, like, make fun of me or anything. Got it?

[Relief. Thank fucking God. The way he sighs as his pants are unbuttoned...]

Why would I make fun of you?

[...but:]

I'm not going to, so you don't have to ask.

You already make fun of me for my average height! There are clearly no lows for you to reach, so I have to prepare…

[ That and… he was not raised, his past is weird, etc etc. So what that means for Allen is his dick is very much not circumcised. He doesn’t see why Kanda would bring that up, but as he’s stated, he’s made fun of him for less. ]

[ Anyway, that doesn’t matter right now, because Allen is taking off Kanda’s pants first. Unceremoniously, he puts his fingers under the fabric of both his pants and his underwear and tugs them down. He doesn’t even manage to finish getting them off before he’s gawking at Kanda.

He’s… mostly just impressed how hard he’s gotten Kanda. Allen. Allen did that. Allen got his boyfriend stiff as a board.

Wowowowowow.

He abandons taking off the rest of their clothes, sorry, he’s reaching out to wrap his hands around Kanda’s length. ]

[Kanda is not going to make fun of your uncut cock he's probably going to be mad he can't put it in his mouth bc he's tied up—

Anyway, the man is pretty well endowed here and Allen has that to look forward to, but unfortunately he was brewed in the Catholic lab so he is cut. Apparently none of this stops Allen from just grabbing him and making Kanda suck in a breath through his teeth though, and impatient hips rock into his hand while he sighs out a moan.]

D-don't forget...

[To finish undressing, he means to say, but he's a little distracted. Allen's hands feel goddamn good.]

…Huh? [ Allen starts to question, much too busy staring at Kanda with all the love and affection in the world from hearing his sounds alone. The fact he can get Kanda, of all people, to sound like that. To be putty in his hands like this. He’s having a hard time thinking at all.

But he shakes his head a bit. ] Oh. Right.

[ So he reaches down and removes Kanda’s bottoms fully, before standing so he can quickly toss his own, a little huff as he releases his own cock to the cool bedroom air. It flicks up as the fabric pulls off of him, the foreskin forced back from his swollen head. He is… not as big as Kanda, with the large man being the size he is in general, but… he’s average for someone his height. More girth than length, realistically.

He nervously crawls back over Kanda, hands going for the oil he’d procured earlier. ]

I… uhm. Are you still o-okay, with all this? You just have to s-say stop, if you’re not.

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