Why should I? [ Gintoki asks through heated breath, one of his hands reaching around to swat at a mosquito that had settled on his sweaty neck. Something just seemed to pleasing about having Masamune constricted without as much control as he may like. Maybe it was because Masamune was a leader who usually had control of the situation, and giving Gintoki more of a sense of empowerment made him feel— well— pretty aroused. ]
You don't trust me, Masamune-kun? [ He doesn't answer his question right away, but he does crouch down and curve his fingers around the bound part of his wrists, looking intently into his eyes. Again, his expression as gone slack, but there's a spark of lust in his pupils. He thumbs along Masamune's wrist again, as if toying with the idea of untying him. ]
Mm. I guess I wouldn't trust me too much either. [ He mutters as he loosens the tie. Gintoki was an argumentative person and stubborn, but he was a bit kinder in more intimate settings since he rarely had them with anybody. ]
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[ Gintoki asks through heated breath, one of his hands reaching around to swat at a mosquito that had settled on his sweaty neck. Something just seemed to pleasing about having Masamune constricted without as much control as he may like. Maybe it was because Masamune was a leader who usually had control of the situation, and giving Gintoki more of a sense of empowerment made him feel— well— pretty aroused. ]
You don't trust me, Masamune-kun?
[ He doesn't answer his question right away, but he does crouch down and curve his fingers around the bound part of his wrists, looking intently into his eyes. Again, his expression as gone slack, but there's a spark of lust in his pupils. He thumbs along Masamune's wrist again, as if toying with the idea of untying him. ]
Mm. I guess I wouldn't trust me too much either.
[ He mutters as he loosens the tie. Gintoki was an argumentative person and stubborn, but he was a bit kinder in more intimate settings since he rarely had them with anybody. ]