[ The binding around his arms heightens Crais' awareness of his own pulse. It is well done, isn't inhibiting circulation but the pressure around pulse points makes it incredibly easy for him to feel the thud of his heart against the rope.
That, in turn, makes him a little more acutely aware of his body and skin, and sort of lulls his already slightly sluggish mind a little more.
Both add something to Washington's hand stroking his cock. Where he can also feel his pulse quite well, thank you.
That, and everything to it - the heat, the blindfold, his own pulse, Washington's steadiness, even the faint vibration of the friction of rope pulling over itself - mean that he is zoned, not out, but in on sensation and his body and Washington's presence.
He doesn't resist - doesn't have the leverage or muscle control frankly - being pushed forward, but he doesn't expect it, either.
Understatement; it startles the frell out of him.
There is an immediate wave of adrenaline that sends his pulse racing and results in him trying to instinctively pull his arms apart and hands curling into fists. Every muscle tenses, under his skin and in Washington's hand.
The noise that comes out of him is literally in human - closer to a large cat snarling than any sound a human throat could manage.
It actually takes him a second to process what is going on. He stays disoriented and dizzy (the dizzy is the heat more than just the abrupt position change) but the fingers sliding over his ass and then pushing into him -- tell him he's still okay.
He doesn't exactly relax, but rather the tension in his muscle stays and turns into slightly uneven shaking -( still heat) and the feline snarl bleeds into a still inhuman growl. Until Washington's fingers find what they're looking for and then the only sound Crais is making is a much more human, uninhibited, groan.
At least the blindfold is keeping sweat out of his eyes.
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That, in turn, makes him a little more acutely aware of his body and skin, and sort of lulls his already slightly sluggish mind a little more.
Both add something to Washington's hand stroking his cock. Where he can also feel his pulse quite well, thank you.
That, and everything to it - the heat, the blindfold, his own pulse, Washington's steadiness, even the faint vibration of the friction of rope pulling over itself - mean that he is zoned, not out, but in on sensation and his body and Washington's presence.
He doesn't resist - doesn't have the leverage or muscle control frankly - being pushed forward, but he doesn't expect it, either.
Understatement; it startles the frell out of him.
There is an immediate wave of adrenaline that sends his pulse racing and results in him trying to instinctively pull his arms apart and hands curling into fists. Every muscle tenses, under his skin and in Washington's hand.
The noise that comes out of him is literally in human - closer to a large cat snarling than any sound a human throat could manage.
It actually takes him a second to process what is going on. He stays disoriented and dizzy (the dizzy is the heat more than just the abrupt position change) but the fingers sliding over his ass and then pushing into him -- tell him he's still okay.
He doesn't exactly relax, but rather the tension in his muscle stays and turns into slightly uneven shaking -( still heat) and the feline snarl bleeds into a still inhuman growl. Until Washington's fingers find what they're looking for and then the only sound Crais is making is a much more human, uninhibited, groan.
At least the blindfold is keeping sweat out of his eyes.
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