a musebox for meliorist

There was resistance for only a fraction of a second before he instinctively moved with her, letting her have his arm for securing, the small tension rapidly dissipating as the rope went around his wrist and the bedpost. The rope settled into a very conveniently positioned groove on the post so that once she started on his second wrist he was left delightly spread out and exposed. The waft of air as she leaned in had him shivering even before the whispered question, which had him squirming happily in his bonds, checking how much room he had to manoeuvre, which was... very little. He swallowed, and looked round at her with a grin that was a little less cocky and more just basically excited. "Perfect," he confirmed, shoulder muscles flexing as he settled into position, heartbeat a good bit faster than it had been before.

((OOC: Facing the end of the bed, I assume?))