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The grin that spreads over James's face should be answer enough, though he throws in a nod and a "Very." as well. He takes the question as encouragement as well, sitting up a bit and shifting so he's leaned over Andrew, in a more - well, hey, dominant position, one hand propping himself up, the other one sliding down the front of his hoodie as he kisses him.

Andrew is not going to worry about whether this'll be weird, he decides. Of course, the fact that he has to consciously decide that means he's already worrying, but he doesn't need to let himself worry more, does he?

He squirms to get comfortable against the pillows, laying back and reaching up to touch James. One of his hands goes to James's side, the other to his neck, the thumb brushing along James's jaw.

Knowing Andrew, there will be worrying no matter what, but hopefully James will do a good job of distracting him from it. He plans to. Though he's not going to spare him of all that much embarrassement, because James secretly delights in that.

He still doesn't rush the kiss, taking a slow and sensual approach, but neither does he exactly waste time. His hand soon makes its way all the way down between Andrew's legs, rubbing his palm down against him, cupping him firmly through his trousers.

As soon as Andrew seems to be getting into it, however, he pulls back with a smile, and gets out of bed, returning to the table holding their souvenirs.

Is James's enjoyment of Andrew's embarrassment really a secret at this point? He's played dumb and made Andrew explain enough embarrassing things by now that even Andrew is sort of catching on that James is at least amused by it. Embarrassment during sex, though -- surely that can't be deliberate.

Andrew gives a low, pleased moan when he feels James take him in hand. It's the work of a moment to get Andrew rocking his hips to press more firmly into the touch; when James pulls away Andrew's pupils are blown and his lips flushed and wet. "Tease," he accuses, reaching down to cup himself as much to see what James will do about it as to get the feeling back.

Surely not. Not like James gets turned on by Andrew blushing about these things. He always found amusement in it, but in this body, he suddenly has a physical reaction to it too. This goes for a lot of things, really - including the bondage.

"And proud," he affirms, and when he sees what Andrew's doing, adds, "Hey, no touching. That's my privilege today." His voice is stern, but he's still smiling.

He brings the condoms, lube and a roll of paper towel over to the bedside table - no one should criticise him for not being prepared. Then he fetches the box of cuffs and straps as well as the now unpacked vibrator and brings them over to the bed, laying them next to Andrew and sitting down next to him. "Here. You haven't really looked at it yet, and you should before we start."

For a moment, Andrew wants to keep his hand where it is and see if James will come over and physically stop him. He's not sure, though -- what if James thinks he's just being selfish and impatient? Not that he really does want to wait, but if he just wanted a wank, he could have done it in the shower this morning.

"Just picking up where you left off." With a mock pout, he withdraws his hand and sets it on his belly where it can't do any mischief. He eyes the lube speculatively, but his attention very quickly zeroes in on the other tools when they're brought over. Turning on his side and bracing himself on an elbow, he gingerly reaches over and picks up the vibrator, squinting at it as if it's a puzzle to solve.

Suddenly, he tenses and looks up, toward the door. "Did you put the sign up?" he asks urgently.

"I did. But I'll go make sure," James answers with a reassuring smile, getting up and walking to the door. When he opens it, sure enough, there's still a 'do not disturb' sign there. But just for extra precautions, he goes and picks up a chair, and sets it in front of the door, so staff would have trouble getting in even with a key. "Not gonna let anyone spoil our fun," he says, rejoining Andrew on the bed.

Andrew cranes his neck to watch as James checks -- and then snorts heartily as he literally puts furniture in front of the door. "You're brilliant, have I told you that?" he asks fondly, by all appearances having forgotten he's holding a vibrator.

"Probably a few times, though I don't mind hearing it again," he answers cheerfully, and leans over to give him a quick kiss. "Have you thought about how you'd like to be tied up?" he then asks, running his hand through Andrew's hair. He may have sprung that question on him intentionally.

Handrew smiles dreamily at James, enjoying the moment and the anticipation of a return to what James was doing before he got up to gather things. The question snaps him back to reality, and he blushes, looking down at his hands. When he realizes he's still been holding the vibrator this whole time, he starts and drops it.

"Not really?" he admits, forcing himself to look at James. Wetting his lips, he adds, "Just -- face to face, alright?"

See? The blushing is wonderful. How can he resist that? He's got a smile more or less permanently on his face now.

"Oh, definitely," James agrees. "I want to be able to see your face," he answers, sliding his hand under Andrew's chin and tilting it up a bit, as if to get a better look at him. "To the bed, or just, say, wrists together?" There's plenty of places along the sides of the bed to attach straps, but that doesn't mean they have to.

"To the bed," breathes Andrew, the words coming out before he can reconsider them. He shivers under James's gaze and reaches up with his now free hand to touch his face, his fingers sliding round to rest on the back of James's neck. "Definitely to the bed," he reiterates, trying to make his voice firm.

"See, you had thought about it," James points out with a teasing smile. He very much approves of the answer, though. He'd prefer to have Andrew all spread out.

"Alright then," he says, dropping his hand. "Undress for me." He only barely manages to hide a smirk as he says this.

If he blushes any harder, he's not going to have enough blood left to keep him hard. Or something. "Only a little," he lies. He doesn't get up to undress, but squirms onto his back and peels off the hoodie, getting his head stuck in the neck of it for a moment before he gets it off and throws it away. He unfastens his trousers with trembling fingers before lifting his hips and sliding them and his pants down together.

James does get up, but not to undress, only to watch Andrew do so. Just the sight and the anticipation sends a little thrill through his stomach, though he has no intention of taking off his own clothes before it's necessary.

He takes Andrew's clothes and moves them, folding them just a little too meticulously before hanging them over the back of another chair. Any impatience from Andrew is ignored - unless that impatience is so strong as to have him help himself again.

James then moves the rest of the things to the nightstand, so they'll have the bed free. He picks up the collar and shows it to Andrew with a inquiring look. "Do you want this?" Judging by how Andrew had eyed the collars in the store, he thinks he knows the answer.

Andrew is the very picture of patience. No, scratch that, he's fidgeting even before James takes the time to fold his clothing instead of just shoving it off the side of the bed. With his clothes off he's feeling rather too shy to help himself -- later, perhaps, he'll be ready to lose himself in pleasure and let James see him do it, but right now he's feeling sort of exposed.

He opens his mouth wordlessly, gaze fixed on the collar. A flush of arousal runs through him, and he nods. "Please?"

Nonetheless, Andrew's behaving rather well so far. Far more well-behaved than usual really, but that's probably largely nerves, based on the fidgeting. And later he won't really be able to help himself.

James smiles and opens the collar, kneeling on the bed next to him to fasten it around Andrew's neck. He makes sure it's not too tight, and hooks two fingers inside it, tugging Andrew closer. "There. Proof that you belong to me," he says with a satisfied smile.

Andrew sits up, propped on his elbows, and tilts his head just so to give James all the access in the world. His eyes slide shut as a thrill runs through him -- and then when James actually says it, puts voice to what he doesn't dare to think, it's really almost too much. He feels himself harden even further, cock tapping his belly with an almost inaudible little slap.

With a groan, he throws an arm around James's shoulders and pulls him down into a kiss.

And James lets him do so - well, that is, James shoves Andrew back down against the pillows, but then he leans down into the kiss anyway. He's far too pleased with how well this is obviously working for Andrew that he doesn't even think to scold him for trying to take control. While still kissing him, he reaches over and takes Andrew's wrist, first one then the other, and pins them down against the bed.

Andrew was more or less ready to grab James and turn him over so he could climb on him, so it comes as a bit of a shock when he's pushed hard back against the bed. He lets out a confused, almost alarmed sound that soon gets swallowed up in James's kiss, but the instinct to struggle dissipates quickly. His heart speeds up when his feels each wrist pinned, thudding away in increasing excitement as he cranes his neck up, pressing into and trying to prolong the kiss.

James eventually pulls away from the kiss, but only gradually, letting Andrew chase the kiss a bit, until he's too far away, and James just smirks down at him, still pinning his wrists. "You're getting a bit excited," he comments smugly. "Perhaps we ought to go about having you restrained."

"Get back down here," replies Andrew, trying to be serious and commanding but utterly failing to keep the idiotic grin off his face. "I wasn't done with you."

Belying his words, he consciously tries to relax and not twist or pull against James's grip. "You might have to do something about that," he agrees.

Andrew can struggle if he wants - James is quite a bit stronger than him, even in this body, so he could probably keep hold of him.

"Mmm, yes, I think I shall," he answers, leaning down to give Andrew the briefest of kisses, before letting go of him and sitting up. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out two cuffs, dropping one on the bed, and opening the other one. He takes Andrew's wrist and wraps the cuff around it, once again making sure that they're neither too tight nor too loose, then does the other one as well. "Is that alright?"

Andrew can't resist popping up again onto an elbow to watch what James is doing, unable to simply lay still and wait for him to do what he will. He offers his wrists readily enough, though, sucking in a breath at the sight of the first one wrapped and fastened neatly in place. Even though it's not actually attached to anything, it's exciting to look at it.

"Yeah," he answers with a nod -- it's not hurting him. Brow furrowing, he asks, "Aren't you getting undressed?"

"Not for the time being," he answers, fetching the straps. His clothes do give him some modesty, though it's hardly difficult to tell there's a rather obvious bulge in his trousers. But satisfying himself is not his current focus, so there's no need for his clothes to be off. In fact he's rather enjoying being more or less fully clothed while Andrew is so exposed.

"Right, make yourself comfortable," he says, patting Andrew's stomach. "One wrist to each bedpost, I think," he considers.