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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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"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.

Andrew gives a little start when James kneels beside him. He twists to see what the other man's doing, probably making it difficult to get his hands fastened (and not really revealing much anyway, as he's not flexible enough to literally watch his own back). He doesn't even have to pull on the restraints to feel them hold him; simply relaxing his arms puts tension on the cuffs.

"Still green," he confirms, trying to lean into James's touch.

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James smiles and gets to his feet, though only to sit down on the bed in front of him, letting the leash slide through his hand before grasping it further down, to give Andrew a bit more rein. He tugs at it a bit to get Andrew to lean towards him, pulling him into a kiss as James bends forward. This way Andrew has to tilt his head back, and James has much more of an advantage than when they were on the bed.

As before, there's a difference between accepting the idea of being tied up and actually remembering that he is, indeed, tied up. Andrew squirms in place as he tries to reach up and run his fingers through James's hair, and has to settle for biting gently at his lip instead. Without a conscious decision, he follows where he's pulled and ends up kneeled up straight, his whole body arched upward into the kiss.

The squirming really only makes it hotter. Though perhaps once Andrew has gotten more used to being restrained physically and learning to remember he can't move, maybe they can try out mental restraints - ordering him not to move and see how good he is at obeying. Though they haven't really discussed training yet, it's sure to come up at some point.

James keeps the kiss going a little while, but eventually sits up. He scoots forward a little on the bed, feet firmly planted on either side of Andrew, and leans back a bit. His erection is becoming a rather pressing (and noticable) issue now. "I seem to remember you telling me you wanted to suck me," he says with a smug little smile.

"I did," replies Andrew uncertainly. Ask him now, and Andrew would already be able to predict that he's going to be utterly pants at obeying the command to be still. Trying might be more than half the fun, though, depending how they go about it.

Andrew's sure he must be halfway hard now himself. He smiles at James's erection, feeling oddly proud of himself for having encouraged it to grow, and leans in. Rather than go straight for the target, however, he turns his head aside and kisses along the inside of James's thigh, slowly making his way closer to where he's obviously wanted.

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