( most days he doesn't bother with the door, just teleports inside the apartment. but today he does it — rattles the lock, kicks his boots off the old fashioned way. making sound, so it's obvious he's back.

he's carrying a cup of coffee and he's dressed for the burgeoning heatwave, collar undone, shirt open, sleeves rolled to the elbow. his hair's in a messy topknot because it's getting too fucking long to do anything else with and he drains the last of the coffee as he heads to the kitchen.

he's aware of crais, peripherally, and as he speaks cy turns to face him. head slightly cocked, attentive. then he just gives him a long look, hops up on the kitchen counter and spreads his thighs invitingly, gesturing crais closer with one hand. )

First of all, no. I don't believe in punishments like that unless it's something we agreed on first. Not a punishment. Just something we talked about a while back, yeah? And second, you told me then no humiliation. Have I ever broken that?