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Cuffed reverse (to her own chair)
Bartz made sure now to disturb Faris as he handcuffed her hands to her own chair, smirking as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
“Hey Faris, I do wonder if this type of thing turns you on?~” He asked playfully as he nuzzled his nose against hers.
Morning Steel
Isadoro scowls at him. Loath as he is to drag Caesar out of sleep, the cuffs are markedly uncomfortable and he does, in fact, have things he should be doing, much as he would like to stay in bed with Caesar.
"Would you mind terribly removing them?" he inquires curtly. "Despite the number of times I have been arrested I am not, in fact, possessed of the skill or tools required to escape them on my own."
After a moment of deliberation, he rolls onto his side and kisses Caesar’s temple.
"Please?"
Caesar blinks heavily once before turning his face to stifle a wide yawn into the pillow beneath his head.
"Ffff—hhhh-hiiiine."
A sleepy chuckle follows as he pushes himself up on one elbow with some manner of difficulty, given their current cuffed state. He sniffles, rubbing at his eyes to clear them of the hazy fog of sleep still clinging to him.
"The key’s right here on the—" A pause. "…uh oh."
If he were more awake, he might be angry. He might, at least, parse out the meaning of Caesar's words and not have to ask.
As it is, a little lump of dread sinks down into his stomach. He sits up beside Caesar, the cuff feeling cold against his wrist. His bare skin begins to dimple with goosebumps, making the map of scars on his skin pucker, his only covering being the sheets on the bed.
"Uh-oh?" he asks politely. "Caesar, dearest, love of my life, what, praytell, is uh-oh?"
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Not long after waking, Isadoro realizes something is very wrong. It is, in fact, when he lifts an arm to run his hand through his hair, and Caesar’s arm comes along with it, tugged along by two rings of cold metal. Isadoro stares for a long moment, blinking the blur of sleep from his eyes.
"Caesar," he says softly, a hint of warning in his voice, "would you care to explain why you have handcuffed yourself to me while I slept?"
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Aiden looked down at the cuff on his wrist, trying to pull it off, and sighing when it only dug into his skin.
"Is this really necessary?"
