[Alhaitham stiffens slightly, resisting the pull, though there's nothing in his expression to suggest that any kind of distress was the reason. This is how it's going to be then, is it? Well, he can't say he's not surprised.
He hums softly, shooing Kaveh's hands away from him before he moves to lean over and open the drawer, quickly locating and pulling the cuffs out. There wasn't so much as a moment of hesitation in making that decision, it seems, and this time when he pushes the older man's arms up it is with a little more determined force.
One side of the cuffs is gently slipped over a wrist, clicking closed around it. He loops the chain around the headrail of the bed and then meets the architect's eyes as he fully restrains him.]
As you wish.
[You chose this, Kaveh. He won't have any whining about sore wrists.
Once satisfied that the man is now held in place he sits back, raking his gaze down the length of Kaveh's body. He's...
Hm.
Alhaitham shrugs off his waistcoat, though only partly shifts his eyes away. Something about this is still faintly unsettling, though he can't put his finger on what it is that's bothering him.]
... If I do something you don't like, say so. [He says then, sliding a hand around the curve of Kaveh's waist.] Agreed?
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He hums softly, shooing Kaveh's hands away from him before he moves to lean over and open the drawer, quickly locating and pulling the cuffs out. There wasn't so much as a moment of hesitation in making that decision, it seems, and this time when he pushes the older man's arms up it is with a little more determined force.
One side of the cuffs is gently slipped over a wrist, clicking closed around it. He loops the chain around the headrail of the bed and then meets the architect's eyes as he fully restrains him.]
As you wish.
[You chose this, Kaveh. He won't have any whining about sore wrists.
Once satisfied that the man is now held in place he sits back, raking his gaze down the length of Kaveh's body. He's...
Hm.
Alhaitham shrugs off his waistcoat, though only partly shifts his eyes away. Something about this is still faintly unsettling, though he can't put his finger on what it is that's bothering him.]
... If I do something you don't like, say so. [He says then, sliding a hand around the curve of Kaveh's waist.] Agreed?