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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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"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.

For a moment, Andrew mistakes the extra pull on the leash for James accidentally pulling too hard, before he catches on and follows where it pulls him. James could force him, of course, but it's not really needed at the moment, particularly as Andrew's quite happy to receive the attention. "You're still distracting me," he chuckles, voice warm and satisfied.

"Clearly you need to work more on your focus," he answers, quietly, since he's more or less breathing into his ear. There's nothing really stopping Andrew from undressing James while he's doing this, after all. "Multi-task," he tells him, smiling against his neck.

Except for how he can't see what he's doing! Andrew chuckles and slides his hand down James's free arm, shucking off the waistcoat and shirt. He fumbles, trying to pass the fabric around behind James's back so he can try to get it off the other arm as well.

James arches his back a bit to allow Andrew to do so more easily, and takes the leash into his other hand. He also does his best to keep distracting Andrew, however, nibbling a little down his neck, scraping his teeth across his skin and even tugging a big at the collar with his teeth before continuing down his shoulder.

At this rate, James's remaining clothing is very unlikely to get folded. Andrew finally manages to get it down his arm and dumped off on the bed beside them before he succumbs to the distraction, turning his head to try (if he has enough slack in the lead) to kiss James's face.

James will just have to deal with this injustice against his clothing, terrible though it may be. At least for a while.

He allows Andrew enough slack to kiss him, at least for a little while. It's not terribly long before he pulls him back by the hair again though - he can't really use the leash to pull him backwards, or he's risk choking him. At best it would be very uncomfortable, and probably not in a fun way.

"Get up," he tells him, and swings his legs off the side of the bed and stands, letting go off the leash for now. He picks up a pillow and drops it on the floor next to the bed. "Kneel. Facing the bed," he orders. The floor's carpeted, but if Andrew's going to stay there a while, he should be comfortable. Then he peels off his undershirt, grabbing all the discarded clothing, quickly folding what hasn't been folded, before turning back towards Andrew.

Staying on task is not, it seems, Andrew's strong suit. He absorbs himself in peppering James's skin with kisses, hands only caressing him in a vague, distracted way.

"Ah!" That tug on his hair wasn't entirely painless, but it's fine after a moment when he puts his head back against James's hand, and James doesn't hold onto him for long anyway. Heart beating faster, he scrambles to obey, wondering if he's done something wrong.

Andrew's breath catches as he sees what he's meant to do. Swallowing, he drops to his knees, resting his sweaty hands on his thighs. Licking his lips, he asks, "Hold the leash?"

James smiles at the request and gives a nod, walking back over to him. He's rather turned on how eager Andrew is to obey, and how eager he is to have James control him and give him something to obey.

"No using your hands," he tells him. "In fact," he adds, and gets down on one knee next to Andrew, taking his wrists and pulling them calmly behind Andrew's back, snapping the clasps on the two cuffs together.

Then he takes the leash, grasping it quite close to the collar, the other hand reaching up to run gently across his hair. "Is that alright? Still green?" he asks, to make sure. James has been spontaneously imposing various bondage on him now, and while Andrew seems to be more excited by it than anything else, it's extra important to make sure when it's impulsive rather than mutually agreed on beforehand. Especially when they're both learning about what they enjoy and where their limits might be.