This is a sequel of sorts to Say Please. Oops. Warning for Savin's knife and blood play kinks.

Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.

( 'Dude, I think it's from Emperor Bates,' Wes whispered, his eyes huge. )

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As the tie covered his eyes, Devin couldn’t help but think that the Emperor was into some rather kinky shit. Savin’s hands moved from the back of his head and trailed down the sides of his neck yet again, causing small shivers down Devin’s spine.

( It took a moment to get used to the feel of the fabric across his eyes -- and another moment to really accept that he wasn't going to see much. )