It's not exactly an effort too keep a smile off his face, but Kaito almost wanted to. Roach on a leash, it was somehow fitting. And when Sora comes to stand over Kaito, clearly so close to an edge, it doesn't feel at all like he's the one trapped sitting on the bed.
Continuing to curl the whip up in his hands, Kaito follows the line all the way back up the collar, and runs his finger along it, nail just glancing Sora's skin. "Far enough?" He curls the finger into dig between skin and collar, getting himself a grip. "Need a break?" Eyes slitting, Kaito tugs at the collar. Not enough to unwind it, but enough to let air leak out of Sora's lungs.
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Date: 2008-01-30 05:09 am (UTC)Continuing to curl the whip up in his hands, Kaito follows the line all the way back up the collar, and runs his finger along it, nail just glancing Sora's skin. "Far enough?" He curls the finger into dig between skin and collar, getting himself a grip. "Need a break?" Eyes slitting, Kaito tugs at the collar. Not enough to unwind it, but enough to let air leak out of Sora's lungs.