“Green,” Alex says quickly, and Mahiro smirks at the way his eyes flare wide and his arms settle over his head. He quickly buckles a leather cuff to Alex’s ankle and clips it onto the loop he wrapped around the leg of the lounge as Alex watches, his chest rising and falling with his breath, coming heavy now as Mahiro lifts his other ankle, brushes his lips along the arch of his foot, and buckles it into a restraint.
Alex’s toes curl as Mahiro draws a fingertip along the inside of his knee. “Oh God,” he whispers. “You just started. I’m so screwed.”
Mahiro snickers. “Just enjoy, my beauty,” Mahiro says and walks around the lounge to draw one of Alex’s wrists out and buckle it into a similar cuff as for his ankles. “You’re going to scream my name before this is over,” Mahiro whispers, his l
