#sweatpantelloooooo

[turtlecleric]

@thejudiciousneurotic FOR YOU BBY

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"So," he starts, clapping his hands together. It jolts you out of the dreamy daze you'd been in after seeing him in those sweatpants, and the knowing smile on his face has you blushing.

This fucker. He knows exactly what those sweatpants do to you.

You clear your throat and pointedly keep your eyes on his face. His face. His face, not his fucking - get it together! Jesus. Anyway. "So?"

"I've been brainstorming what we talked about," he says, as if you can possibly focus on words at a time like this.

You blink. Blink again. Try to think past the fog in your brain. "...Which is?"

"Exploring new territory! I looked into some things, and I think I found a good starting po- eyes up here, darling, come on."

Fuck. That's embarrassing. He's right though, you really need to stop staring. You're pretty sure your face is the shade of a tomato at this point.

"Sorry, Donnie, I uh." Eyes. Up. "I'm listening. New territory. Uh huh. So we're going hiking or...?"

His eyes widen, then he bursts into a fit of laughter that has your whole body flashing hot. It's not your fault the sight of those pants hanging off his hips does things to you! But then he straightens, reaching out to grab your chin and hold your face up so you're forced to keep your eyes locked on his own.

Damn it.

"Metaphorical territory." His amusement shifts into something darker, and you feel the air itself get heavy. "In the bedroom."

Oh. Oh. Right. You'd mentioned yesterday... and then he'd asked... oh.

You feel like you're breathing harder all of a sudden.

"Whuh-" You clear your throat again. "What did you have in mind?"

You see his eyes flick down to your lips and back up again. His hand moves from holding your chin to resting lightly on your throat. He lets out a short hum, stepping closer to crowd into your space and holy shit. Okay. That's... yep. You have to tilt your head back a little to hold his gaze, and you feel him tighten his grip on your throat slightly as you do so. You swallow thickly, and his smile goes a little lopsided before he opens his mouth again. "How do you feel about bondage?"

You're pretty sure your brain just... stopped. Short circuited. Fell out of your skull, maybe. Because you can't seem to make yourself speak. Not with him towering over you and holding you in place like this. Not after he said that while looking at you like that.

You manage to nod frantically.

His eyes flick down again. His grip on your neck tightens once more, just enough to have you gasp, and his smile finishes its transformation into a full-blown smirk.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"

This smug bastard. Goddamn it.

You can't wait.