The in public part--or at least semi-public--is definitely part of the challenge that Vrenille knows full well he's playing with here. The other part is, indeed, precisely the mental component. There is a certain artistry to physical restraints, yes, but in some ways dominating a man who's unrestrained is something far more subtle and erotic. It's not just about sexual power or physical force, it's about getting their mind to yield.
Vrenille watches Mustang head towards the changing room for a moment, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile he can't quite suppress, and then goes to speak to a clerk to arrange and agree a few things, giving his assurance that all bills will be properly paid for.
He then makes a fairly quick sweep of the shop, picking up a few things along the way. Given that this is a shop in Duplicity, it inevitably has a small section for sex toys and other essentials, much the way that clothing shops tend to stock a few accessories.
All of this means that Mustang is made to wait. Not terribly long, not long enough to get bored, but long enough to make the anticipation and the uncertainty grow. Long enough to make him wonder, maybe make him a little restless, and thereby test his self-control in waiting.
When Vrenille does arrive, having been told with a nod by the attendant which of the rooms contains "his" submissive, he pulls the curtain back without much concern at all for modesty or privacy. He's got a few pairs of jeans folded in one arm, and he drops them onto the bench at one side of the cubicle, his focus fixed on Mustang--the picture he cuts in the mirror and the view from behind. It's a very good, well-chosen posture.
Moving a step closer behind the man, Vrenille reaches out to graze his fingertips along his back, from the muscles between his shoulder blades down along its natural arch, then lower, over the curve of his backside and down to the back of one thigh, feeling the fine down of hair against his fingers. The whole time he watches his face in the mirror, his expression.
"Mmm, yeah, these do suit you nice, don't they." His eyes drop, noticeably, down the front of the man's reflection, "And look at you straining against 'em already." He leans in, voice low and husky in Mustang's ear, "So eager for what I'm gonna do to you."
He hasn't bothered to pull the curtain closed behind them.
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Vrenille watches Mustang head towards the changing room for a moment, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile he can't quite suppress, and then goes to speak to a clerk to arrange and agree a few things, giving his assurance that all bills will be properly paid for.
He then makes a fairly quick sweep of the shop, picking up a few things along the way. Given that this is a shop in Duplicity, it inevitably has a small section for sex toys and other essentials, much the way that clothing shops tend to stock a few accessories.
All of this means that Mustang is made to wait. Not terribly long, not long enough to get bored, but long enough to make the anticipation and the uncertainty grow. Long enough to make him wonder, maybe make him a little restless, and thereby test his self-control in waiting.
When Vrenille does arrive, having been told with a nod by the attendant which of the rooms contains "his" submissive, he pulls the curtain back without much concern at all for modesty or privacy. He's got a few pairs of jeans folded in one arm, and he drops them onto the bench at one side of the cubicle, his focus fixed on Mustang--the picture he cuts in the mirror and the view from behind. It's a very good, well-chosen posture.
Moving a step closer behind the man, Vrenille reaches out to graze his fingertips along his back, from the muscles between his shoulder blades down along its natural arch, then lower, over the curve of his backside and down to the back of one thigh, feeling the fine down of hair against his fingers. The whole time he watches his face in the mirror, his expression.
"Mmm, yeah, these do suit you nice, don't they." His eyes drop, noticeably, down the front of the man's reflection, "And look at you straining against 'em already." He leans in, voice low and husky in Mustang's ear, "So eager for what I'm gonna do to you."
He hasn't bothered to pull the curtain closed behind them.