Seeing that spill of hair happen again made a ripple of tension shudder through his body, ghost sensations of it tickling his skin playing through his mind again. He wanted to feel it, so forcefully he almost reached up to slide his fingers through the silken cascade – but then Master Ryan took hold of his wrist and bound his hand to the post. With his own bloody belt, no less. He gave his hand an almost sullen tug, his opportunity missed.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back from his hand, away from the demands of his flesh, and onto Master Ryan again, watching him move with a confident, casual pace to the opposite side of the bed. Atticus knew he was going to tie his other hand, leaving him vulnerable to whatever Master Ryan decided to do to him. Unease fluttered again, but more than that he felt all the sharper his excitement and lust.  He wanted that ice-cold, diamond-sharp passion he sensed inside his Master, and he didn’t want anything, not even himself, to hinder it.<br/><br/><em>"What is that you desire the most, Louis?"<br/><br/>Fuck,</em>why did he want to talk now? Atticus licked his lip as Master Ryan freed his own belt, his gaze lingering on the unnatural colours on the narrow band of skin now bared. A tattoo? He bit his lip against a groan and tried to focus as his left wrist was also tied securely.<br/><br/>“I want...” His words trailed off, attention distracted again as the white shirt was discarded, scuppering his erratic imaginings of a moment ago. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the beauty of it, the smooth, pale skin, his darker nipples, the faint hint of hair.<br/><br/>He knew he had been staring too long. He let out a breath, swallowed and looked away. “Ah, I desire...”<em>Lie to him,</em>a dark part of his mind whispered,<em>they only ask so they can deny it you!</em>He shifted slightly where he lay, then forced his gaze back to Master Ryan.<em>It’s not a client</em>, he told himself. It was difficult, anyway, saying what he craved. “...for you to touch me. To f-feel your hair on my skin. To get as close to you as skin will permit...” He wanted that last one most of all. “...Please,” he whispered.<br/>