[FIC] Applies Both Equally.
Title: Applies Both Equally.
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Warnings: Light bondage, smut
Characters/couples: Cygnus Hyoga/Andromeda Shun.
Summary: Hyoga says, it's about trust.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Happy Birthday, faldrengirl!! fujurpreux is a witness of how long I've been working on this thing ;_;
Another thing: in my mind? The boys are allowed a liiiittle bit of a breather every here and there between battles. So this is after Poseidon but pre Hades.
Applies Both Equally.
Shun didn't immediately blush, but he didn't seem offended, either, so Hyoga thought that was a good thing. He did blink, though, tilting his head, perplexed.
“My chains?” he asked, still looking a little confused, but not rejecting the idea immediately. Then again, Hyoga thought, there were few things that Shun would reject like that. Sometimes, he was as much of a philosopher as Shiryu.
“Yeah. Well, no, not exactly your chains,” Hyoga was quick to add; Shun liked, after all, to keep a line apart from duty and personal life, and his chains would fall in the line of 'duty', after all. “Just normal chains.”
Shun's wary, confused expression cleared a bit after that, but he still looked a little confused, as if the idea seemed too weird. Hyoga tried not to squirm, even as Shun tilted his head, looking at him.
“So... you want to tie me?” Shun asked, a slight frown upon his face. Hyoga was quick to shake his head, despite the appealing idea of Shun over his bed, flushed and sweaty, with his wrists bound over his head; he was, after all, quite certain that, no matter what, Shun wouldn't like that. It'd be, he supposed, as if when making out, Shun tried to freeze him or the equivalent.
“No, not like that,” he said, but before Shun could ask the why he had mentioned chains in the first place, he continued. “I want you to tie me up.”
Ah, there was the blush. Hyoga felt himself smiling despite the slight bit of awkwardness that still hung in between them, but it would've been weirder if there wasn't. Now that he had brought it up, he knew that he just had to keep up with it. Either way, even if Shun said no, at least he had asked.
“But... I mean... Hyoga...”
“It's okay if you don't want to,” he said, moving forward so he could straddle Shun's lap and push him to the floor. Shun's legs stretched between his and he kept his hands against the floor, hair spread around his head and Hyoga couldn't stop himself from leaning forward, just long enough to kiss him softly. “I just thought I should ask before...”
“Before I came inside my apartment to find you gagged and tied to my bed?” Shun asked. He was still blushing but Hyoga recognized the teasing tone so he grinned, moving to kneel over Shun. Shun put his hands over his thighs, softly, a curious look upon his face.
“Is that a no, then?” Hyoga asked.
Shun opened his mouth a few times before he sighed, looking a thim. “It's a 'Let me think about it'?”
Hyoga grinned, knowing that was enough answer for his boyfriend and leaned forward to kiss him again, since, hey, he had Shun already pinned to the floor flushed and sweaty, and the little devil inside him that sounded awfully like Seiya said 'since we're here already'... but Shun shifted and, before Hyoga could actually react, Shun had him pinned down, smiling at him, victorious.
Which, Hyoga thought, he wasn't about to complain about that, was he?
-...-
A few weeks after, when Hyoga had become more or less resigned that Shun was searching for the way to give him a gentle 'no', Shun looked at him, serious and looking very much as if he was trying not to squirm.
“If it's not what you wanted... you'd tell me, right?”
It took Hyoga a moment to ponder what was Shun talking about, looking around Shun's place before his eyes fell over a pair of leather-bounds and he knew, eyes snapping back toward's the other saint.
“Of course. And if you don't want to continue, you also have to tell me. It's not just about me.”
Shun looked doubtful. Hyoga put his hands on his shoulders, and smiled at him.
“Remember? It's about trust. Between us and in ourselves.”
Shun sighed and gave him a small smile. “Okay.”
“... okay?”
“Yeah, I mean,” Shun blushed but he still looked at him, smiling gently and almost daring, and Hyoga felt his heart do a little flipflop. “... I also want to.”
-...-
It was, he thought, a little weird. Not bad, just... strange to be bound like that. Shun was flushing and looking at him with eyes dark and a little uneasy, so he gave him a small grin, moving his hands to test the bounds. They were simple, so very simple, and they both knew that either of them would be able to break them without problems.
“They're fine, Shun. Really, I promise.”
“O... okay,” Shun moved slowly,shifting to his side, looking from his face to his naked chest and swallowing. Then, he looked at him. “Hyoga, do you think...”
“Yeah?”
“Could you keep your eyes closed? Please?”
Hyoga raised an eyebrow for a moment but he complied, anything to help Shun lose a bit of the awkwardness he was feeling, too. Shun's fingers ghoseted, softly, over the scars down his chest, by his side, over his arms, shifting a bit more over the bed so that he was straddling his midsection. Hyoga felt his cock give a definitely interested twitch, even as Shun leaned forward - he could feel the brush of soft hair against his neck - and then he felt Shun's lip moving over his shoulder, Shun's tongue moving against the rough tissue of a scar there.
He made a startled sound that made Shun pause, and Hyoga fought against opening his eyes and he just shook his head.
“No, no, it's good,” he was quick to assure. “Just... surprised.”
“Oh,” he thought Shun could be smiling. He decided to keep that image, because if Shun was smiling, then he wouldn't be a nervous wreck about this.
Shun's lips and tongue - and a little of teeth - trailed over his chest and arms, and Shun licked at the scar that was over the left side of his face and brushed his lips feather soft against his closed eyes, so gentle, in a way that always surprised him a little, the way Shun managed gentleness. Hyoga's breath caught again, and he was hard even before Shun moved backwards a little, even before he felt his cock hard against the curve of Shun's ass.
He groaned and tried to move a little. Shun shifted and then there was nothing.
“Hyoga?”
“I want you,” Hyoga said with a soft groan, still keeping his eyes closed. Shun sucked in a breath, and Hyoga could feel Shun's cock against his stomach, as hard as his. “Tell me, Shun.”
“What?” Shun asked, nuzzling against his neck and Hyoga gasped again as he felt Shun nibbling at his neck and sucking, just hard enough that there'd be a mark.
“Anything, just...” he shivered, Shun's hands moving over his chest, thumb against a nipple, the other one rubbing his side. “Just talk. Please.”
He felt Shun's shiver against him and then felt Shun moving again, shifting backwards and rocking a little.
“I want you too,” Shun half whispered, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.. “In me, Hyoga... I need...”
“Yes, yes,” he assured, now fighting to keep his eyes closed, almost telling Shun to untie him (that or break the bounds) so that he could feel the way Shun opened for him, the way he was tight and hot as his body yelded.
Shun sucked a deep breath and the hand over Hyoga's chest curled a little. Hyoga's cock ached when Shun gave a breathless moan, and he felt him rocking, pictured him rocking against his own fingers as he prepared himself, opened himself up for his cock and he tried not to shift too much.
“Shun,” he said, voice a little strained. “Shun, please...”
He felt Shun's hand, warm and slick with the lube over his cock, keeping him steady, and Hyoga was uncertain if it had been him or Shun the one to give a startled moan. Probably both, he managed to reason the second before everything that was in his mind was how Shun felt, and retain the control of his body to not come completely apart just then.
Hyoga was a saint, but he was about to beg Shun to move when Shun started moving on his own, giving soft groans and gasps. Hyoga thought could almost see Shun, Shun with his head titled backwards and breathing through his parted lips, eyes closed as he rode him, moving slow and through. When Shun moaned, Hyoga answered back.
“H-Hyoga...” Shun moaned and Hyoga moaned his name again, unable to move much with the weight of Shun on top of him but to thrust upwards when Shun went down. “So good, Hyoga...”
“You feel amazing, Shun,” he moaned, throwing his own head back, eyes tightly closed. And this was what he had wanted, more than the bounds, this, feeling Shun lose some of that control he always seemed to keep, the control he clung unto. “Don't stop, ah, like that...”
“I... I need... Hyoga!”
“Yes,” Hyoga nodded, although for a moment he didn't know what Shun needed when he just knew he needed more of this... and he groaned again, feeling the flex of Shun's thighs against his hips, and the way there only was a hand against his chest. “God, yes, Shun, yes.”
And Shun was touching himself, he had to be, and Hyoga swallowed, trying to picture that, the rough-soft feel of Shun's hand was as familiar as his own now after all, and he tried to picture Shun jerking off as he moved, Shun bitting his lower lip as he did when he was close, and was he close? He was making small, throaty noises, and his hand was shaking over his shoulder and-
He came with a strangled moan of Shun's name, arching up against him. Shun gave a surprised moan, and Hyoga was ever so thankful of their training, because even with his brain fuzzy because of the orgasm, he still felt the way Shun tensed and then the hot spill of his come against his stomach and chest.
He nudged Shun's head with his chin after a few minutes, when his boyfriend had just fell forward against him. Shun gave a brief mumble even as he moved a bit up, just enough to open both cuffs. With his arms free, Hyoga hugged Shun tight against him, tight enough that if it wasn't Shun, he'd probably be hurting him.
Shun just smiled - he could feel it pressed against his neck - and nuzzled against him, sweaty and sticky and tired and amazing..
“Next time?” Shun said, pressing a kiss to where his pulse beat. Hyoga made a noncomittal sound, busy trying to count the seconds it took him to run his fingertips from Shun's nape to the base of his back. “My turn to get chained.”
Fandom: Saint Seiya.
Warnings: Light bondage, smut
Characters/couples: Cygnus Hyoga/Andromeda Shun.
Summary: Hyoga says, it's about trust.
Rating: NC17.
Notes: Happy Birthday, faldrengirl!! fujurpreux is a witness of how long I've been working on this thing ;_;
Another thing: in my mind? The boys are allowed a liiiittle bit of a breather every here and there between battles. So this is after Poseidon but pre Hades.
Applies Both Equally.
Shun didn't immediately blush, but he didn't seem offended, either, so Hyoga thought that was a good thing. He did blink, though, tilting his head, perplexed.
“My chains?” he asked, still looking a little confused, but not rejecting the idea immediately. Then again, Hyoga thought, there were few things that Shun would reject like that. Sometimes, he was as much of a philosopher as Shiryu.
“Yeah. Well, no, not exactly your chains,” Hyoga was quick to add; Shun liked, after all, to keep a line apart from duty and personal life, and his chains would fall in the line of 'duty', after all. “Just normal chains.”
Shun's wary, confused expression cleared a bit after that, but he still looked a little confused, as if the idea seemed too weird. Hyoga tried not to squirm, even as Shun tilted his head, looking at him.
“So... you want to tie me?” Shun asked, a slight frown upon his face. Hyoga was quick to shake his head, despite the appealing idea of Shun over his bed, flushed and sweaty, with his wrists bound over his head; he was, after all, quite certain that, no matter what, Shun wouldn't like that. It'd be, he supposed, as if when making out, Shun tried to freeze him or the equivalent.
“No, not like that,” he said, but before Shun could ask the why he had mentioned chains in the first place, he continued. “I want you to tie me up.”
Ah, there was the blush. Hyoga felt himself smiling despite the slight bit of awkwardness that still hung in between them, but it would've been weirder if there wasn't. Now that he had brought it up, he knew that he just had to keep up with it. Either way, even if Shun said no, at least he had asked.
“But... I mean... Hyoga...”
“It's okay if you don't want to,” he said, moving forward so he could straddle Shun's lap and push him to the floor. Shun's legs stretched between his and he kept his hands against the floor, hair spread around his head and Hyoga couldn't stop himself from leaning forward, just long enough to kiss him softly. “I just thought I should ask before...”
“Before I came inside my apartment to find you gagged and tied to my bed?” Shun asked. He was still blushing but Hyoga recognized the teasing tone so he grinned, moving to kneel over Shun. Shun put his hands over his thighs, softly, a curious look upon his face.
“Is that a no, then?” Hyoga asked.
Shun opened his mouth a few times before he sighed, looking a thim. “It's a 'Let me think about it'?”
Hyoga grinned, knowing that was enough answer for his boyfriend and leaned forward to kiss him again, since, hey, he had Shun already pinned to the floor flushed and sweaty, and the little devil inside him that sounded awfully like Seiya said 'since we're here already'... but Shun shifted and, before Hyoga could actually react, Shun had him pinned down, smiling at him, victorious.
Which, Hyoga thought, he wasn't about to complain about that, was he?
-...-
A few weeks after, when Hyoga had become more or less resigned that Shun was searching for the way to give him a gentle 'no', Shun looked at him, serious and looking very much as if he was trying not to squirm.
“If it's not what you wanted... you'd tell me, right?”
It took Hyoga a moment to ponder what was Shun talking about, looking around Shun's place before his eyes fell over a pair of leather-bounds and he knew, eyes snapping back toward's the other saint.
“Of course. And if you don't want to continue, you also have to tell me. It's not just about me.”
Shun looked doubtful. Hyoga put his hands on his shoulders, and smiled at him.
“Remember? It's about trust. Between us and in ourselves.”
Shun sighed and gave him a small smile. “Okay.”
“... okay?”
“Yeah, I mean,” Shun blushed but he still looked at him, smiling gently and almost daring, and Hyoga felt his heart do a little flipflop. “... I also want to.”
-...-
It was, he thought, a little weird. Not bad, just... strange to be bound like that. Shun was flushing and looking at him with eyes dark and a little uneasy, so he gave him a small grin, moving his hands to test the bounds. They were simple, so very simple, and they both knew that either of them would be able to break them without problems.
“They're fine, Shun. Really, I promise.”
“O... okay,” Shun moved slowly,shifting to his side, looking from his face to his naked chest and swallowing. Then, he looked at him. “Hyoga, do you think...”
“Yeah?”
“Could you keep your eyes closed? Please?”
Hyoga raised an eyebrow for a moment but he complied, anything to help Shun lose a bit of the awkwardness he was feeling, too. Shun's fingers ghoseted, softly, over the scars down his chest, by his side, over his arms, shifting a bit more over the bed so that he was straddling his midsection. Hyoga felt his cock give a definitely interested twitch, even as Shun leaned forward - he could feel the brush of soft hair against his neck - and then he felt Shun's lip moving over his shoulder, Shun's tongue moving against the rough tissue of a scar there.
He made a startled sound that made Shun pause, and Hyoga fought against opening his eyes and he just shook his head.
“No, no, it's good,” he was quick to assure. “Just... surprised.”
“Oh,” he thought Shun could be smiling. He decided to keep that image, because if Shun was smiling, then he wouldn't be a nervous wreck about this.
Shun's lips and tongue - and a little of teeth - trailed over his chest and arms, and Shun licked at the scar that was over the left side of his face and brushed his lips feather soft against his closed eyes, so gentle, in a way that always surprised him a little, the way Shun managed gentleness. Hyoga's breath caught again, and he was hard even before Shun moved backwards a little, even before he felt his cock hard against the curve of Shun's ass.
He groaned and tried to move a little. Shun shifted and then there was nothing.
“Hyoga?”
“I want you,” Hyoga said with a soft groan, still keeping his eyes closed. Shun sucked in a breath, and Hyoga could feel Shun's cock against his stomach, as hard as his. “Tell me, Shun.”
“What?” Shun asked, nuzzling against his neck and Hyoga gasped again as he felt Shun nibbling at his neck and sucking, just hard enough that there'd be a mark.
“Anything, just...” he shivered, Shun's hands moving over his chest, thumb against a nipple, the other one rubbing his side. “Just talk. Please.”
He felt Shun's shiver against him and then felt Shun moving again, shifting backwards and rocking a little.
“I want you too,” Shun half whispered, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.. “In me, Hyoga... I need...”
“Yes, yes,” he assured, now fighting to keep his eyes closed, almost telling Shun to untie him (that or break the bounds) so that he could feel the way Shun opened for him, the way he was tight and hot as his body yelded.
Shun sucked a deep breath and the hand over Hyoga's chest curled a little. Hyoga's cock ached when Shun gave a breathless moan, and he felt him rocking, pictured him rocking against his own fingers as he prepared himself, opened himself up for his cock and he tried not to shift too much.
“Shun,” he said, voice a little strained. “Shun, please...”
He felt Shun's hand, warm and slick with the lube over his cock, keeping him steady, and Hyoga was uncertain if it had been him or Shun the one to give a startled moan. Probably both, he managed to reason the second before everything that was in his mind was how Shun felt, and retain the control of his body to not come completely apart just then.
Hyoga was a saint, but he was about to beg Shun to move when Shun started moving on his own, giving soft groans and gasps. Hyoga thought could almost see Shun, Shun with his head titled backwards and breathing through his parted lips, eyes closed as he rode him, moving slow and through. When Shun moaned, Hyoga answered back.
“H-Hyoga...” Shun moaned and Hyoga moaned his name again, unable to move much with the weight of Shun on top of him but to thrust upwards when Shun went down. “So good, Hyoga...”
“You feel amazing, Shun,” he moaned, throwing his own head back, eyes tightly closed. And this was what he had wanted, more than the bounds, this, feeling Shun lose some of that control he always seemed to keep, the control he clung unto. “Don't stop, ah, like that...”
“I... I need... Hyoga!”
“Yes,” Hyoga nodded, although for a moment he didn't know what Shun needed when he just knew he needed more of this... and he groaned again, feeling the flex of Shun's thighs against his hips, and the way there only was a hand against his chest. “God, yes, Shun, yes.”
And Shun was touching himself, he had to be, and Hyoga swallowed, trying to picture that, the rough-soft feel of Shun's hand was as familiar as his own now after all, and he tried to picture Shun jerking off as he moved, Shun bitting his lower lip as he did when he was close, and was he close? He was making small, throaty noises, and his hand was shaking over his shoulder and-
He came with a strangled moan of Shun's name, arching up against him. Shun gave a surprised moan, and Hyoga was ever so thankful of their training, because even with his brain fuzzy because of the orgasm, he still felt the way Shun tensed and then the hot spill of his come against his stomach and chest.
He nudged Shun's head with his chin after a few minutes, when his boyfriend had just fell forward against him. Shun gave a brief mumble even as he moved a bit up, just enough to open both cuffs. With his arms free, Hyoga hugged Shun tight against him, tight enough that if it wasn't Shun, he'd probably be hurting him.
Shun just smiled - he could feel it pressed against his neck - and nuzzled against him, sweaty and sticky and tired and amazing..
“Next time?” Shun said, pressing a kiss to where his pulse beat. Hyoga made a noncomittal sound, busy trying to count the seconds it took him to run his fingertips from Shun's nape to the base of his back. “My turn to get chained.”