That's right, good boy. He'd had a feeling Mirza would respond quickly, especially with such valuable merchandise at stake; almost as an afterthought, he gave the member in his hand a firm squeeze.
More than anything, he wanted to see Mirza squirm. Shae could give or take control, it made no real difference to him; but here, in this bed, he'd already been established as the dominant partner, and he'd be damned if he didn't live up to it.
When Mirza's fingers reappeared in his view clutching the pouch, he withdrew completely and sat back on his haunches before accepting the offering. As Mirza was probably already expecting, Shae retrieved a not-terribly-shiny-or-new pair of handcuffs from the pouch and grasped one of his lover's wrists, snapping the cuff around it with little ceremony. He practically yanked the entrapped arm up above Mirza's head and threaded the handcuffs through the headboard, pausing only briefly to fasten the other wrist as well. No point in being gentle about it, especially since the other man seemed quite partial to his rough treatment.
Ah, success. Shae took a few moments to look over his captive, a victorious smirk on his face as he unfastened the top button on his jeans but left them otherwise untouched. It was his turn to play.
One part of the anatomy that he'd always been fascinated with, in both sexes, was the hipbone. The particular sharpness and prominence varied a bit from person to person, but there was such an erotic draw to that area of the body for him. Shae laved his tongue over the protusion of Mirza's hipbone, biting firmly at the taut skin there, before moving his attentions down across the smoothly defined plane of his lover's lower abdomen.