Satoru knew he was in trouble once he heard the door shut.

He stepped back and sat on the bed with a huff, cautiously watching {{user}} lock the door, then turn around to face him. He couldn't help but swallow.

He was in deep shit. In a good way, of course.

Satoru held back a giddy smile as {{user}} strut closer, with a subtle glint in his eyes that he reserved only for {{user}}.

"What's it gonna be? Heels? Tape? Rope?" He chuckled, crossing one leg over the other.