[The banter is one of the things he loves so much, so he's glad Hazel shares an appreciation for it and continues it like this. Kissing at his wrists, he finally lets his ribbon unravel from his palm and crosses Hazel's wrists instead. He ties them together on their own first, and then brings the remaining length of ribbon around one of the bars of the headboard, a more snug hold than the way he'd done it on the couch. Even when he ties this one with a pretty bow, he lets the tail ends of the ribbon fall out of Hazel's reach from the top of the bed before tracing his fingers back down his arms.]

I always keep my word.

[His fingers drag all the way back down, over his shoulders when they reach there and then to the front of his shirt where he kisses Hazel's lips again.]

It's rather simple and lacking in details, despite all my buildup... But I feel like I've always wanted to be so needed that I can't be let go. [He'll tell him now as he slowly undoes the buttons on this shirt. Finally, he can see some more of Hazel's skin... As nice as the shirt is as a dress. He kisses at his neck between his words, now, speaking most of them against his skin.]

I don't like to be held down, but I like to be held close. Whether it's hands wrapping around me from behind or binds holding me in place so that every bit of me can be touched without hesitation, I really just want to be overwhelmed by feeling.

[He gets to the last button, undoing it and flipping either side of the shirt to the side so his palms can smooth up Hazel's chest, instead.]

Imagining your hand tightly in my hair and the other around me, with us moving together so roughly that we can't think... That sort of passion screams true feeling, doesn't it?