Bondage ✗ Mid/High Aphro
His mind feels fuzzy when he first starts to come to and the only thing that Akira can feel is an aching hard-on pressed uncomfortably between his thigh and his jeans. He tries to shift his hips, hissing some at the way the material seems to rub almost roughly against such sensitive skin, and grumbling in disapproval when he can't seem to find a way to get comfortable. He attempts to move his legs but to somewhat groggy confusion, finds himself incapable. He can feel his shoulders tense and aching and tries to reposition his arms. Those, too, don't seem to be in any rush to budge.
Akira's mind slowly begins to push sleep away, filled instead with a rather shocking realization. This room looks like the one he may have fallen asleep in last night, but it's hard to tell with only being able to somewhat lift his head and look left and right. It could easily be a different area of the hotel entirely. What he can tell is that both his arms and legs seem to have been tied with leather straps, bound tightly to the ends of the bed and no matter how hard he tugs (which, with his strength, is pretty God damn hard) they seem incapable of being broken. He can feel the leather cutting into his wrists the more he struggles and he growls in annoyance. Every time he thrashes too roughly, he can feel the erection pressing into the jeans again, and a none-too-soft groan of desire pushes past his lips.
"Son of a bitch," he grumbles, tugging at the wrist bindings once more. He keeps hoping if he tugs just a little harder, maybe it'll cooperate. He knows this hotel well enough by now to know that's total shit, of course; but it's a small glimmer of hope he can't seem to suppress. "Tch - this fucking place..."
In defeat, he presses his head back against the pillow once more, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. He lets it out in a sigh, hoping that, at the very least, he can manage to get out of here without too much embarrassment involved.
[ooc: Ahh - not an intro since I've derped around with him in comments, but definitely my first post with Akira here ._. He's about 18 (maybe 19) and any sex is welcome to come take advantage of him~ He's mainly attracted to girls, though. So that'll at least get less of a struggle. Not that I object to struggles.]
Akira's mind slowly begins to push sleep away, filled instead with a rather shocking realization. This room looks like the one he may have fallen asleep in last night, but it's hard to tell with only being able to somewhat lift his head and look left and right. It could easily be a different area of the hotel entirely. What he can tell is that both his arms and legs seem to have been tied with leather straps, bound tightly to the ends of the bed and no matter how hard he tugs (which, with his strength, is pretty God damn hard) they seem incapable of being broken. He can feel the leather cutting into his wrists the more he struggles and he growls in annoyance. Every time he thrashes too roughly, he can feel the erection pressing into the jeans again, and a none-too-soft groan of desire pushes past his lips.
"Son of a bitch," he grumbles, tugging at the wrist bindings once more. He keeps hoping if he tugs just a little harder, maybe it'll cooperate. He knows this hotel well enough by now to know that's total shit, of course; but it's a small glimmer of hope he can't seem to suppress. "Tch - this fucking place..."
In defeat, he presses his head back against the pillow once more, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. He lets it out in a sigh, hoping that, at the very least, he can manage to get out of here without too much embarrassment involved.
[ooc: Ahh - not an intro since I've derped around with him in comments, but definitely my first post with Akira here ._. He's about 18 (maybe 19) and any sex is welcome to come take advantage of him~ He's mainly attracted to girls, though. So that'll at least get less of a struggle. Not that I object to struggles.]