rieke these are AMAZING and i love you forever and ever. like. seriously.
also i hope you don't mind but i kind of maybe sort of wrote some 100-word drabblets for them >>
#1 -
He knows Fai's there before the blond touches him, feather-light brushes of fingertips against his side, the heat of his body against Kurogane's back. He feels open and exposed, naked and vulnerable for it, and his cheeks are hot with a mix of shame and arousal. His fingers tense around the ropes binding him to the ceiling, and he tucks his face behind one aching bicep, hiding it from sight as Fai nuzzles the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.
"See something you like?" he asks, gruff.
"You," Fai replies, and he can hear the smile in the idiot's voice.
#2 -
The first flash of light is unexpected and leaves afterimages dancing across his eyelids, and instinctively he tries to twist to find the source. His bonds are tight and secure - why did he ever teach the idiot to do this? - and all he can do is loll his head, hoping he at least looks indignant. His teeth tighten around the gag, already spit-wet, and he narrows his eyes at the mage.
"Sorry," Fai says, although he doesn't sound it. He shakes out the Polaroid. "It's not my fault Kuro-chan looks so good all tied up, though!"
And he grins, triumphant.
#3 -
His shoulders protest the angle his arms are bound at, but it's a good pain, a clean pain. He keeps his head bowed and his limbs as loose as he can. Fai is a presence at the edge of his vision, fully clothed and prowling, eyes shining catlike in the dim lighting.
The ropes are tight around his chest, but not too tight, and it doesn't even worry him that his throat and belly are exposed. There's only Fai here. It feels like trust.
"I was right," Fai tells him, his voice darkly amused and threaded with want. "The red suits you."
(I'll probably end up doing the rest too, just gotta eat food)
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also i hope you don't mind but i kind of maybe sort of wrote some 100-word drabblets for them >>
#1 -
He knows Fai's there before the blond touches him, feather-light brushes of fingertips against his side, the heat of his body against Kurogane's back. He feels open and exposed, naked and vulnerable for it, and his cheeks are hot with a mix of shame and arousal. His fingers tense around the ropes binding him to the ceiling, and he tucks his face behind one aching bicep, hiding it from sight as Fai nuzzles the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.
"See something you like?" he asks, gruff.
"You," Fai replies, and he can hear the smile in the idiot's voice.
#2 -
The first flash of light is unexpected and leaves afterimages dancing across his eyelids, and instinctively he tries to twist to find the source. His bonds are tight and secure - why did he ever teach the idiot to do this? - and all he can do is loll his head, hoping he at least looks indignant. His teeth tighten around the gag, already spit-wet, and he narrows his eyes at the mage.
"Sorry," Fai says, although he doesn't sound it. He shakes out the Polaroid. "It's not my fault Kuro-chan looks so good all tied up, though!"
And he grins, triumphant.
#3 -
His shoulders protest the angle his arms are bound at, but it's a good pain, a clean pain. He keeps his head bowed and his limbs as loose as he can. Fai is a presence at the edge of his vision, fully clothed and prowling, eyes shining catlike in the dim lighting.
The ropes are tight around his chest, but not too tight, and it doesn't even worry him that his throat and belly are exposed. There's only Fai here. It feels like trust.
"I was right," Fai tells him, his voice darkly amused and threaded with want. "The red suits you."
(I'll probably end up doing the rest too, just gotta eat food)