i used to think i was wrong

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"It just has to do with suggestion," is how He Ming tried to explain it. But since Kristoph still doesn't believe him, then fine, he'll put his hobby to good use.

When Kristoph is lifting his cup and taking a drink, He Ming reaches out, grasping Kristoph's wrist, tugging it towards himself to interrupt him. He continues in an even rhythm, voice smooth and calm for once to draw Kristoph into the suggestions. "I'm not saying I can make you do anything you really don't want to do." He could probably build up to that later. For now, though, he just needs Kristoph to listen and open his mind to his words.

He releases his wrist after a moment and continues to speak.

"There's a path I want you to go down in your head. Okay?"

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[glassesglare]

The fabric of Kristoph's collar brushes against his skin as He Ming undoes his tie, and he lets out a soft breath. However, it doesn't feel like fabric at all; as he said, it's just like water, rippling gently against him. It would be a curious sensation, were he more aware of himself and his surroundings, but his trance has numbed all conscious thought. The only thing that exists beyond the well is He Ming's commands.

[quatrains]

Since it's working well, He Ming continues. He tosses the tie on the table, then starts on the buttons. He leans a hip against the table for balance as he begins to open Kristoph's shirt to expose his chest.

[glassesglare]

It's a good thing Kristoph is in a trance, or else he'd have quite a few things to say about He Ming tossing his things aside. For now, though, he's distracted by the feeling of cool air against his chest, and lets out a soft breath as his body shifts in the chair.

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Unfortunately, with no one to stop him, He Ming is less than careful about wrinkling as he unbuttons Kristoph's shirt completely, meaning he opens the front of his vest as well and lets it slip down as it may.

"Do you like it when people touch you?" he asks after a moment. Kristoph wears so many layers normally; He Ming is fascinated by the way he looks so exposed and he runs one hand, exploratory, over his skin. He slides it under his shirt to touch even more, fingers curling around his hip.