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reflexively, his professional training and instinct momentarily stronger than his sub training and his libido. He abruptly let go, however, jerking his fingers back and squeezing his eyes shut, as if he was mentally kicking himself. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding his arms behind his back again and bowing his head apologetically.
    "Well, like I said. A little resistance can be fun." Tobias stood up and moved to Noah's side, looking down at him. "Not too much, of course. Then it's more work than it's worth to subdue the... well, you're hardly a criminal, are you? The playmate, then."
    "With all do respect, sir, I believe that you would be the criminal were you to deliberately restrain a cop. And most officers I know are trained in resistance. Some," Noah cleared his throat, "more than others."
    Tobias clicked his tongue and played with the cuffs, opening both bracelets up. "Oh? And how is your training, pet?" He studied the cuffs, obscenely glad that Noah didn't use zip tape instead.
    That wasn't nearly as much fun in situations like the current one. Zip tape had its place, though, and Tobias made a mental note to use it soon.
    "I get by, sir." Noah said, grinning broadly though his eyes remained steadfastly forward. "But I'm told resistance is more difficult when overtaken from behind."
    "Oh, really? I had no idea," Tobias said, rolling his eyes. In a rush, without any hesitation at all, he dropped a hand to Noah's shoulder again, gripped him hard and shoved. Backwards. As Noah started to go, in the instant before he knew what was happening and resistance could kick in, Tobias was on him. From the front.
    Noah grunted, definitely surprised. His back hit the rug but before they lost momentum Noah tangled his fingers in Tobias' lapels and tugged sideways, rolling them both over. Tobias ended up flat on his back with Noah stretched out on top of him. It was almost comical how difficult it was for Noah not to meet his eyes in this position.
    "Not bad," Tobias said, grinning at Noah. He braced his leg and shoved back, not trying to roll them at all, just get to Noah's hand. Oddly, he managed it, and the sound of the cuff ratcheting was huge in the room. By the way Noah jerked his other arm away, it looked like it was going to be a struggle to use that move again.
    Noah’s fleeting grin was unmistakable, but it was quickly followed by a gasp and a look of mock A Torquere Press Sip - 3

    horror. "Naughty, sir!" He pinned Tobias' shoulder with his free hand and planted a kiss on his lips. It seemed like an easy task to grab hold of that wrist but when Tobias reached for it, Noah rolled off of him and got to his feet. He held the wrist with the cuff closed around it in front of him, the empty, open cuff dangling from it. "I'm sure there is something illegal about this, sir,"
    he said in a teasing tone.
    "More than likely," Tobias agreed, rolling to his feet. "Not to mention undignified. Fun, though, and I assume I've made my point?"
    "Oh, I’ve got your point." Noah reached up and tossed a few of the bulkier items from his belt onto the couch; the heavy flashlight, a couple of pens and his utility knife all hit the couch one after another. The keys to the cuffs, however, he hung on the corner of his entertainment center.
    "Just so you know where they are, sir," Noah told him, stepping close again. "In case you have any objections."
    Tobias felt cold metal as the other half of the set of cuffs locked with a familiar ratcheting sound around his own wrist. "Interesting," he said, looking down to where they were now attached, right wrist to left. "Two stripes for wrecking my plan and you have four seconds to get rid of your pants without any help from this hand." He lifted his arm high and smiled. "Don't fall, or you'll make me cross."
    Tobias was an inch or so taller than Noah, so Noah had to go up on his toes to keep from hanging by his wrist. Four seconds was an unreasonable expectation and the fact that he knew Noah wouldn't be