Bound, leashed, and blushing. Yes, Alistair decides, that would look quite nice indeed.

"Mm. Well." He catches one of Cullen's hands; carefully begins to wind the rope around his wrist. "Right now I expect I'lll take you in my mouth a while. Make sure you're nice and hard before I fuck you properly, just in case I decide I'd rather ride you for a bit instead. Damned shame if I wanted to switch and you weren't ready, after all."

The corner of his mouth curls again.

"Unless you're wondering what I'd do with you outside our bed?"