It doesn't take him long to set up, really, and he blames his familiarity with the suspension system on Lux. He'd learned a lot from his demon lover, lessons he was happy to pass on now with his best friend in a bit of a need himself.
Too much in his head or maybe just not enough time to relax, if Chris had to guess.
Wouldn't be a problem to take care of, under his attention.
Suspension set up, various ropes of length laying about and something soft for his eyes, Chris answered the door to the borrowed space with a small smile that was too warm to be a smirk. "There you are...right on time. Got everything ready for us."
He moves aside so the looming figure of Amnos can step into the room and goes to collegt the last bits of things he might need: mostly water and a small plate of meat cubes he'd magicked up. "You eat?"
"Punctuality is a dwarven virtue," Amnos does smirk, unlike his friend, but there's an undercurrent of unfamiliarity, if not uncertainty, to it. It's faint, mostly because they'd talked about it before and he largely knows what to expect. He's just unsure of the way he might react, the way he might feel. Physically, he knows he'll enjoy it, but emotionally the very act is one that Chastity had introduced him to and therefore is intrinsically tied to her, pun very much intended.
But maybe that's a good thing. He'd expressed as much to Chris when the subject had first been broached and so Chris knows everything. The only way he could be more secure with this - another pun, hah - is if it was Chastity herself.
And Korth knows he needs it.
"I did, a few hours ago though." His eyes trace what Chris has prepared, mentally following the knots and lengths and feeling a stirring in him already for the knowing of how the ropes will slide and pull. "You really went out of your way... Are you sure this will hold me?"
Chris brings the plate back over and offers it. Enough to make hunger not a concern in however long this would take, but not enough to over fill and risk being ill for how his body might contort.
He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
With a coy grin to Chris, Amnos takes a small handful of the cold cuts and munches them for a moment, turning back to examining the ropes and their fastening in the ceiling. He wipes his hand on his pant leg once the meat is gone, then tugs at one rope experimentally. Seems sound enough. With a satisfied not, he turns and starts to disrobe. He's not trying terribly hard to be sexy, but there's a familiarity to it of camping out and travel. A comfort in knowing Chris won't have any strange reaction to his nudity.
It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.
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To Tie Up One's Best Friend
Too much in his head or maybe just not enough time to relax, if Chris had to guess.
Wouldn't be a problem to take care of, under his attention.
Suspension set up, various ropes of length laying about and something soft for his eyes, Chris answered the door to the borrowed space with a small smile that was too warm to be a smirk. "There you are...right on time. Got everything ready for us."
He moves aside so the looming figure of Amnos can step into the room and goes to collegt the last bits of things he might need: mostly water and a small plate of meat cubes he'd magicked up. "You eat?"
no subject
But maybe that's a good thing. He'd expressed as much to Chris when the subject had first been broached and so Chris knows everything. The only way he could be more secure with this - another pun, hah - is if it was Chastity herself.
And Korth knows he needs it.
"I did, a few hours ago though." His eyes trace what Chris has prepared, mentally following the knots and lengths and feeling a stirring in him already for the knowing of how the ropes will slide and pull. "You really went out of your way... Are you sure this will hold me?"
no subject
He glances over to the set up and nods. "I'm certain. Looks dainty, maybe, but I assure you it's not. Even for all your muscle. Not about to half-ass a thing meant for you." Especially when it was for Amnos' needs.
"Go on, then, eat something and strip down, then let me take care of the rest." He pressed a hand to Amnos' arm, then turned to get him some of the water as well. For his part, Chris was dressed in something light in simple, not his usual leather pants or even his jacket, but light breeches and a tunic-styled shirt whose ties were left undone. Something simple and easy to move in as well as easy to ignore no matter how worked up he might get himself.
no subject
It'd be an odd time to do that now anyway.
He wonders, as he tosses his pants over a chair in the corner, if he should have made disrobing part of it. He usually does for Chastity, performing a saucy little dance or pretending to be one of those wild barbarian tribesfolk of the Ride. He hadn't thought of it for Chris but maybe he should have.
With a glance to his host, Amnos, shimmies out of his underclothes with a little more panache, purposely sliding them over his hips and ass maybe a bit more slowly, for show.