#WAHOO this was fun. countdown my beloved

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36 stannarrator ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A kiss...

36: ...to give up control.

ehehehehe......

ill admit, this is partially inspired by this drawing @queenburd made

The tip of a leather dress shoe nudged under Stanley's chin. He raised his head, eyes tracking up the Narrator's form as his gaze was dragged slowly up to meet the fellow's eyes.

Bathed in the red danger-lights of the facility on lockdown, the Narrator was a sight to behold. Dark, dangerous, a sly grin sharp on his teeth- the image made Stanley's already-fast heartbeat kick up another notch into overdrive, as the anticipation built heady in his gut and in his head.

"If you want to throw my story off track," the fellow purred, tracing Stanley's cheek with the toe of his shoe, "you're going to have to try a lot harder than that, dear boy."

Stanley pulled slightly at the bonds holding him snug. They didn't give, not even a little. That fact made a delirious giggle bubble up in his chest as the situation spiraled deliciously.

The Narrator moved, slid off the table with the two buttons and dropped soundlessly to his knees in front of Stanley. With Stanley's crouched, hunched position, the fellow still held the height advantage as he leaned over him.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, letting the act slip for a moment to show a sliver of genuine concern.

Stanley nodded, grinning wide and excited.

The Narrator smiled. Pressing a quick, sweet kiss to Stanley's lips, he pulled back, letting the mask of cold contempt fall back over his face.

"Good. Then let's begin."