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Jul. 20th, 2016 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chickenleggyHanzo Shimada is not a man used to being made to feel helpless. But he trusts Jack, implicitly, and deeply enough to allow his hands to be tied together in front of him - he still has movement in his fingers, but his wrists are bound together - loosely, he could slip them if he really wants to.
He takes a deep breath. He's laid bare beneath Jack, stripped down to his underwear and nothing else. He has his knees bent, talonsful of sheets in each foot. Hanzo blinks slowly and looks up at Jack. "I'm okay," he says, though his body is thrumming with tension. He's sure he looks nervous, but he wants to do this, wants to try. His gaze flickers to the blindfold, then up to the ceiling, then back to Jack's face. "I'm ready." He shifts, a little, resting his head back on the supporting pillow. He's as comfortably as he can be, and relaxed as he's going to be under the circumstances.
He takes a deep breath. He's laid bare beneath Jack, stripped down to his underwear and nothing else. He has his knees bent, talonsful of sheets in each foot. Hanzo blinks slowly and looks up at Jack. "I'm okay," he says, though his body is thrumming with tension. He's sure he looks nervous, but he wants to do this, wants to try. His gaze flickers to the blindfold, then up to the ceiling, then back to Jack's face. "I'm ready." He shifts, a little, resting his head back on the supporting pillow. He's as comfortably as he can be, and relaxed as he's going to be under the circumstances.
