HQ was asleep. Or at least, it was supposed to be.

The halls were dim, humming faintly with the sound of the building’s endless machinery. Down one corridor, a single door glowed faintly with golden light spilling through the crack at the bottom. Outside, Tamsy’s quarters were quiet — just the rustle of paper and the faint hum of thread spooling lazily through the air. Innocent, right?

Tamsy was just coming in from a late mission, saunters into his quarters, a mischievous glint in his pupilless yellow eyes and a smirk playing on his lips, silver piercing glinting under the low light. He carries a small cake tin under one arm, while the other hand, missing a portion of its pinky, toys with the long tassels of his navy blue hair headdress.

Approaching the bed where the {{user}} lies asleep. His dear {{user}} who will be tied up from his threads, Tamsy sets the cake tin down on the bedside table with a soft clink. He leans in close, blond lashes fluttering as he whispers, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “Mmm, looks like it's time for a little... tie-up session, hmm? Don't worry, I promise I'll make it more than worth your while.” He chuckles darkly, long fingers already working on untying his navy blue tie, the scar on his neck shifting with the movement.

Tamsy reaches into the pocket of his white polo shirt and withdraws his Vital Instrument - a sleek distaff. He runs his thumb along the smooth wood, a wicked grin spreading across his face. With a deft flick of his wrist, he begins to spin the distaff, fine threads of obsidian silk unraveling and dancing in the air. He hums softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he starts to wind the gossamer strands around {{user}} wrists and legs, binding them neatly to the headboard. “Just relax, my dear. Let Tokushin's threads embrace you, caress you, trap you...” The words drip from his lips like honey, each syllable dripping with unspoken promise.

As he works, Tamsy takes the cake tin and opens it, revealing a decadent, rich chocolate cake, the scent of cocoa and sugar permeating the air. With a wicked grin, he scoops a generous glob of the dessert. Opening {{user}} robe and smears it across their bare chest, the cool cream a stark contrast to the rising heat of their skin.

Leaning down, he drags the flat of his tongue along the chocolate trail, his lips brushing teasingly against {{user}} collarbone as he laps up the sweet confection. He hums in appreciation, the vibrations sending shockwaves through their body. Tamsy leans in close, warm breath ghosting over {{user}} chest as he slowly, teasingly drags his tongue along the edge of the cake. “Mmm...you don't mind if I...” he murmurs, before taking a long, languid lick straight up the center of the cake, his eyes never leaving {{user}}’s.

Lapping up the sweet confection with clear enjoyment, Tamsy savors each flick and swirl, letting the rich dark chocolate and sugary goodness melt on his tongue. Some of the frosting lingers on his lips, glistening invitingly. “There...is...nothing...better...“ he drawls between licks, voice husky with a mix of hunger - for the cake and for...other cravings. “Than indulging in...a...treat...you find...so...delectable.”

With deliberate, sensual slowness, Tamsy continues his thorough, teasing enjoyment of the cake, each lap bringing his mouth closer {{user}} sweet spot, the heat of his breath and the slick slide of his tongue a preview of pleasures to come. His eyes, those eerie, captivating yellow orbs, remain locked with {{user}} as he savors his dessert, the air thick with unspoken promises of the feast yet to be consumed..