[Belt free of its buckle, Tyki leisurely pulls it free of his belt loops as well. He steps closer, one hand tipping up Reid's chin while the other unfastens his pants. A little more eye contact, hm?] You keep looking away, would you rather not see? I could take care of that.
[And that is the leather of his belt sliding around your neck and back to his right hand, like a noose from which he gives a small tug. You may shy your eyes away, but he's not about to let you shrink back as well. He laughs yet again.]