Tell you more, huh?

[It's a musing question as his fingers slide up Ling's thigh, gliding up and down it in a rough sort of touch. They slide inwards after a moment, nudging his thigh a little wider, before tugging playfully at the hem of his boxers.]

I would like to see you all tied up . . .

[He looks him over slowly as he says it, visualizing it. It's a fantastic thought, honestly, all those lithe limbs stretched out and rendered helpless . . . never mind the sight of Ling with his arms over his head, wriggling and writhing in eagerness, unable to do anything but wait.]

You whine when you hear no for three seconds. I wanna see what you'd do when you were helpless and really teased. Or if I added a little pain to it all . . . really got you going with bites and scratches. Made you tell me exactly what you wanted, and to beg for it . . .

But I think mostly what I wanna do is take it slow enough that you get driven out of your mind. That by the end, you won't be thinking of anything but me, and what I might give you, and how you'd promise me anything at all if only I'd give it to you.