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[judgementor]

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[polterguide]

It'll be true eventually.

[Because they're stubborn, and someday it'll be true. Probably. Maybe.

They push themself upright, reaching to stroke a hand through Red Wine's hair. The thought of him at their mercy really is more appealing than they thought they would be now that it's... Actually happening, and the thought of being in control is why they decided to bring this up anyways. They're still a bit nervous, admittedly, but...

They really want to wreck him.]

I think this is the part where that happens, yeah.

[But before they get him facedown, they pull him forward for a quick kiss that's surprisingly chaste on their end, everything considered.]

[judgementor]

Of course. I have complete faith in you.

[And he does. Bailey has approached their escapades in the bedroom with the same solid determination with which they seem to approach every challenge they come up against. Red Wine has to admire it, and he's quietly grateful for it, given the circumstances of their first night together.

Bedding a virgin who was just 'curious' wasn't something he did terribly often.

He reaches up to catch the hand that brushes through his hair, and presses a kiss to the backs of Bailey's fingers. His bright red eyes never leave theirs, even for a moment. It's easy for Red Wine to give up control in this kind of situation - something he enjoys, even - but they would see if Bailey was able to control him.

That kiss is a good start. He smiles against it, chaste as it is, and leans in to chase it when the faun pulls away.]

I'll do anything you want.

[polterguide]

[Anything they want. Those words shouldn't get to them as badly as they do, but... There's something about knowing that they're in control, that they can do whatever they want... It makes them more excited than they would have expected.

They want to ruin him.

They really hope they can ruin him.

They lean back, laughing as Red Wine follows them, before placing a finger to his lips. No more kisses for now.]

I want you on your hands and knees.

[judgementor]

[For someone who exerts such extreme levels of control in most aspects of his life, Red Wine finds it very easy to give it up here. Maybe part of it is because of the effect it has on his partner.

He smiles against that finger on his lips, but stays quiet for long enough to let them speak.]

Is that right?

[Well, he isn't about to say no, but...] I have a suggestion, before I do that. You might want to-- [And he pauses, leaning up to peck a quick kiss on their mouth.] Have me undressed first.

[Or at least let him take off his shoes.]