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It's been a handful days since James dragged Andrew on a somewhat flustered foray into a shop for adults, and since then their bag of goods they got there has laid pretty undisturbed. There is after all plenty of distractions and things that need to get done, not to mentions places to explore.

This morning, however, they've got nothing planned, no real need to leave the room, and have already finished a light breakfast at their hotel room. James is dressed in shirt and slacks - partly out of habit - mostly so the staff could bring in the food earlier, but now there's a 'do not disturb' sign on their door.

Perhaps it's finally time to approach the subject again. Stretching a bit, James heads over to the closet and pulls out the bag, carrying it over to the table, and takes out the box of bondage equipment to examine it.

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It's entirely possible that James asking for input is largely also to make Andrew say these things out loud.

"That sounds good to me," he answers, leaning back a little. "In your own time." Yeah, he's going to let Andrew do the work this time, and mostly just sit back and watch. Which includes undressing him as well.

Andrew finally shifts and stretches, uncurling and getting up on his knees. He leans over James, bracing one hand on the bed as he runs the fingers of the other through James's hair, then kisses him. "Bit chilly," he comments mildly, hesitating only a moment before he reaches up and starts undoing James's buttons. If they're going to do this, James is going to be at least partially naked.

"I'm alright, though you could turn the heat up if you want," he answers, just sitting back. Of course actually putting on clothing is still out of the question. Their doors are barricaded, and they've got the sheer curtains pulled, letting in the light but not any visibility.

He doesn't want to just get up and walk away from this, but --

"Just a sec." With a rueful grin, Andrew clambers off the bed and goes to the heater. He fiddles with his collar as he adjusts the settings, tugging at it a little to feel its lack of give. Turning back, he almost literally hops back into bed and goes right back to undoing James's shirt. As he opens James's collar, he leans in and kisses the newly exposed skin of his partner's neck.

James watches, and shifts a bit to more to the center of the bed and making himself properly comfortable, now Andrew isn't limiting the space on the bed.

When Adrew returnsand starts kissing his neck, James closes his eyes and leans his head back, a smile on his face. A lot of the time Andrew can be pretty, well, self-centered, so it's particularly pleasant when he's eager to please.

Whether it's all gratitude for the earlier play this morning or if he's trying especially hard because he feels guilty about falling asleep, Andrew's determined to give James a good performance. He has to stop kissing so he can see what he's doing with the buttons, but soon he's got the waistcoat undone, followed by the buttons of James's shirt. He slides his hands under the both of them, finding an undershirt blocking his way to his partner's skin but pushing the outer two layers wide open anyhow.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one in too many layers?" he chuckles, leaning up again to kiss James on the lips.

James smiles into kiss, reaching up to put his hand on the back of Andrew's neck, kissing him back almost lazily. He's very content right now, and getting him off isn't a very pressing issue right now. Though it is getting a bit more pressing with the anticipation and with Andrew undressing him.

"Is it wrong to want to be well dressed?" he asks once their lips part again. "And given the season, it's not really too many."

"You knew we weren't going anywhere," grins Andrew. He pulls up the bottom edge of the undershirt, splaying the fingers of one hand across James's belly. Another quick kiss and he's pulling away so he can open the fly of James's slacks, a studious look on his face as he slips his hand inside and cups James through his pants.

"Exactly the reason I wanted to be well dressed," he answers with a bit of a smirk. He may have a kink. Mostly he doesn't consider it too much, he just goes with what seems appealing.

James lets out an appreciate sound and lifts his hips slightly into Andrew's touch. He's already half hard, given he never really got to release that sexual energy earlier.

"Got me at a disadvantage, then," comments Andrew. He watches James's face as he gently weighs his partner's balls in his hand, then draws back, fingers and thumb running either side of his covered cock. He's still soft himself, but now that he's wide awake again he doesn't mind so long as he can watch James's reactions.

"Lift your hips?" he requests, ready to peel down his trousers.

"Well, I thought that was the point," he answers. His reactions aren't as pronounced, but there's definitely something more lustful in his face now, and his cock twitches in Andrew's hand, before he lifts his hips obligingly.

Fortunately, Andrew's familiar enough with James not to take it personally that he's not being literally panted after. Of course, he's still getting used to a biological James -- so perhaps it's simply that he's still not used to James being driven by sexual attraction and urges at all.

He catches hold of both slacks and pants to slide them down at the same time, sitting back on his heels to gently tug them completely off. "You might be right," he says mildly, pushing the clothing aside in a crumpled heap on the bed before moving to settle between James's legs.

James himself isn't used to being driven by sexual attraction and urges. Which is why he's reluctant to let himself be completely carried away. He's used to being in control of himself, if not always emotionally then at least physically. Letting go is tricky.

Speaking of being in control. "Are you just going to leave them like that?" he asks. He's got a cheeky smile on though, indicating he's teasing rather than annoyed. And he's not averse to bossing Andrew around in this setting. "Fold them at least."

Andrew pauses and blinks at James, then looks back at the clothing. "Really?" he snorts, amused. Well, look who's still wearing the collar -- if James wants to use his ordering-Andrew-around time on getting his clothing folded, that's his prerogative. "Fusspot," he says fondly, twisting to grab the trousers and make quick work of folding them. Grinning, he does the same with the pants, taking care to fold those much more neatly before setting them down.

James grins as he watches him, amused at him being so meticulous with his underwear. Well, if James can make a point of it, then so can Andrew.

"Come here," he says when Andrew's done, and leans forward and hooks two fingers inside the ring on Andrew's collar, tugging him closer and into a bit more enthusiastic kiss than the last one.

Andrew stumbles, as much as one can stumble on hands and knees, and reaches out to brace himself on the headboard as he kisses back. This is more like it. It makes him wish he hadn't already come, so they could do it at the same time. He could try, of course -- he might have been sleeping long enough -- but he reminds himself that this moment is about James.

James keeps hold of the collar, as if to hold Andrew there - not that he needs to, he's not exactly putting up a struggle. He bites gently at Andrew's lip, his other hand coming up to wind itself through Andrew's hair, which he then uses to pull him back, carefully but firmly. Good thing his hair is so long.

"So, I know you belong to me while you're wearing this," he says, fingering the collar with a smile. "But I've never really been one to break my toys. You let me know if I'm being too rough. Or, for that matter, if you want me to be rougher." For the majority of their play today, Andrew's been tied down, so pushing him around hasn't really been an issue. And while James prefers to control him with orders rather than force, there can be a little of both, as long as they're both okay with it.

Andrew shivers, holding still so his hair doesn't get pulled -- but at the same time, not making an effort to keep the tension out of it entirely. How did he not realize how much he wanted James to manhandle him?

"I remember the words," he reminds him. Licking his lips, he adds, "I wouldn't mind if you'd -- while I'm --"

Yep, coherent and descriptive.

"You wouldn't mind if I was a bit rough and controlling while you're wearing that in bed with me?" James fills in with a smile. He leans forward and kisses Andrew's neck while he's got his head tilted back like this.

Really, James is going to make him question his assessment about his ability to get aroused again this morning. Andrew tilts his head away to give him further access, wincing a little at the way the movement tugs his hair. "Right," he agrees, pitch high.

Well, they've got all day. Not like his arousal has to be immediate. They've got plenty time to play.

"I wouldn't mind either," he answers, talking against Andrew's skin as he nuzzles under his jawline, kissing his way along it, before he lets go and sits back. "Now, aren't you going to finish undressing me?"

"You distracted me," replies Andrew, defending himself. He's flushed now as he slides the waistcoat down over James's shoulders, followed by his outer shirt. He pauses to kiss James's neck before he even finishes taking those clothes off him entirely, much less getting to the undershirt.

There are acceptable reasons for dawdling with the undressing, and this is one of them. He leans his head back with a smile, back to simply enjoying the attention for a while.

"Oh, hold on, I've got an idea," he says suddenly, pushing Andrew back. He twists and reaches behind him, unfastening the strap attached to the bedpost, the hooks it in the ring on Andrew's collar, suddenly creating a leash. "Perfect," he says, using it to tug Andrew into another kiss.

Andrew lets out a "hmph" of disapproval when James pushes him away, not caring to be interrupted in the middle of what he was doing. When the leash clicks into place, though, he feels his heart skip a beat. Definitely worth the interruption. "Good idea," he mumbles, allowing himself to be drawn in.

James wraps the leash a few times around his hand, keeping it tense enough for Andrew to feel the tug on it, then uses it to pull him aside a little, so James can trace kisses along his jawline and his neck, sucking briefly on his earlobe.