There it is again, that curl of his lips which could only be made all the more tell-tale of Leorio's quiet delighted pleasure if he had a tail wagging frantically behind him. Funnily enough, it's the same kind of expression he wears whenever Kurapika is the one dominating their bed and bothers to give him any kind of praise or satisfied look in turn. What can he say? He's easy to please, and eager to please.

Besides, it takes a lot to have Kurapika go along with being the one on bottom... especially after a brief dumb scuffle which started with tickling and ended with a kick to the stomach.

Let him have the moment, even if only so he can slide the tie completely loose and free from his neck. It's a good sturdy material, like most of the clothes he wears to look slick. He can't afford much- it's why a lot of his clothes are casual thrift store finds admittedly- but he makes sure to at least get good ties, and suits when he can manage them. Image makes the man, or something? Meanwhile, ties make good makeshift bondage, which is really important here as he winds them around Kurapika's wrists and binds them in a good knot that's, hopefully, not too tight.

And because he's not a complete asshole, he makes sure to follow up on that last bit. "How's that feel?" he asks, one thumb tracing circles against the tender skin just beneath where the tie is wound up, his eyes on Kurapika's face with honest sincerity.