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The older Shinigami sat back with a sigh, admiring his handy work. Fingers traced the lines of the rope, feeling that it was now as warm as the skin beneath it. He tugged here and there, checking the snugness as well as rubbing it lightly across the sensitive skin underneath, earning a groan or a small whimper here and there from the one tied up. William moved to the front of the bed, on his knees before the shorter redhead who was sitting similarly. “Back straight.” The dark-haired one ordered, though his voice was quiet as his hand touched one hip. Tilting Grell's chin up, he kissed him deeply. His fingers traced the rope at his hip, feeling how it indented the flesh there. Despite the coaxing that it had taken the older man to try this style of restraint, he found he rather liked the aesthetics of it. Looping his finger into the harness, he pulled Grell from the hips until he was flush against his own body.
The redhead gave a moan into the kiss, which was broken so that Will could give one of his own. Grell instinctively tried to press into his superior's body, but he was stopped by one simple pull that the older man gave on the back of the lowest diamond. The move caused the diamond around his member to tighten, evicting a low groan of not quite complaint from the redhead. William's free hand slid down between them, wrapping around Grell's nearly full arousal to stroke him slowly. The rope felt soft between them, but it didn't budge as they moved against one another, skin becoming moist as their temperatures rose.
“Mmh.. William's good,” The redhead murmured against his superior's lips, their breath mingling. Whether he spoke of the rope-work or teasing him, it didn't matter. The hand that had been tugging the ropes moved to the bedside table, opening the tin there. His fingers dipped into the waxy substance, rubbing it between his fingers until it became clear and slippery, as the scent something like musky vanilla came over them. His hand ceased it's teasing strokes as he moved to kneel beside the redhead, resting his hand onto his shoulder instead. With a firm push he folded the younger Shinigami over, so that his face nearly rest in the pillows. Brushing that long hair over the other shoulder, he kept his hand there.
The other hand, now slick, slid teasingly down the center of the rope at the end of the diamond on his lower back. He rubbed at the two lines which kept his entrance hidden under them. “W-Will...!” Grell whimpered, fingers curling and uncurling as he tried to arch his back into the teasing hand. The rope would not allow it in this position, and he felt it tighten at his shoulders-and around his arousal and the place being teased. In all, it only heightened the effectiveness of the teasing. “Ah..!” He whimpered in slight dismay.
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“Deeper...!” Grell begged, voice slightly muffled against the sheets. His cheeks burned hot at hearing his superior praise his body like that, and he wanted to be touched more by the man. But Will ignored him, satisfied with his own pace. The redhead tried to sit up then, but the leverage that the dark-haired man had on his shoulder made it impossible. “Ah, I didn't... Say tease me...!” He whined in complaint.
“No... but the game became mine once the rope was in my hands.” He added a third finger, still stretching the younger Shinigami slowly.
“Ohh, W-William... isn't very fair...!” Grell concluded, shifting as best as he could. The springs of the bed creaked quietly, and the ropes even creaked in protest. Will merely chuckled at that, not bothering to mention that he didn't think most things that Grell said or did were fair. He pushed his fingers deeper slowly, then pulled them back out again, only to repeat the process. Each time that he thrust his fingers in, they went a little deeper. “More, William.. Hurry...!”
“I think... I like this game.” Out of restraints, the redhead could be quite convincing. Kisses and licks, soft hands, or even just that damnable emerald gaze of his, William was sure that Grell could convince a priest to bed him if he tried hard enough. Even when his hands were secured, he had so many other 'weapons' to use in his seduction that would cause their games to move along at the redhead's pace instead of his own. But like this Grell could not use any of his usual tricks. And when he tried to move his hands, wriggle his body sensually, or even glance over his shoulder, the ropes tugged and rubbed, forcing small reflexive groans from the younger Shinigami. He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go, and Grell gave a grateful moan as thanks. “Do you like this, Grell?” He asked quietly, leaning down until his lips brushed the other's ear as he continued to thrust his fingers as he stretched him.
Did he like this? Being helpless at the hands of his handsome, well-dressed, well-mannered, and powerful superior? Hell, “Yes...!” Grell whispered as he felt those deviously teasing fingers brush his prostate. “Uhm, yes, William~!” The redhead was pulling at the ropes on purpose now, even though it made them bite into his skin. William's eyebrow rose questioningly. He knew that Grell was a sadist-his love of blood the biggest hint, but he wasn't sure until this moment that he was quite the masochist as well. As long as it wasn't his face, he supposed. Even his toes curled when Will brushed his prostate again, his cry caught mostly into the bedsheets. “Nnh, Will...!” The redhead's voice was a low whisper, tinged with that desperate whine.
“Yes?” The hand that the dark-haired one had used to keep Grell's shoulder down was now damp, nearly sliding off as the restrained Shinigami twisted again. His fingers slid in as far as he could get them, other hand moving to hold the rope at Grell's shoulder in order to hold them as he teased his prostate repeatedly.
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Grell groaned as he felt William moving on the bed again, releasing the rope at his shoulder. Hands set upon his slender hips-he was so proud of that-lifting them upwards. He wanted to press back into Will's solid body, feel that glorious arousal against his backside as he slowly writhed his hips into it, coaxing the other inside. He wanted to reach back and feel the hand on his hip, and grasp the sheets with the other hand as he was entered. But he couldn't do either of those things. All that he could do was wait, and fidget with the ropes that his fingers could touch as he panted amorously. His face against the damp sheets, he glanced back along the length of his back where he could see his superior.
William's hair was disheveled, a far cry from his slicked back style. Sans his glasses, his expression was really quite different. His strict and time-conscious boss had been replaced with his careful and yet merciless lover. That lover was right now dipping his fingers back into the tin at the bedside, slicking down his own arousal now, which Grell could not see. He licked his lips as if in the memory of its taste, cursing his own body for being so willful all on its own. If he could be more patient, he could have pleased his lover first. He yelped in surprise as the rope connecting his hands to the back of the harness was grabbed tightly, holding his shoulder down. “W-Will... Ohhh...!” His complaint became a groan as he felt those slick fingers traveling along the rope between his cleft again. Down they went, all the way to the back of his sac, rubbing teasingly before they moved back up.
When they reached the top again, just under the small of his back, they slid between the ropes. Trailing his fingers down, he opened the lines. The next thing that Grell felt was the head of his superior's length nudging at his well-prepared entrance. He tensed his jaw, nearly holding his breath as each wonderful inch sank slowly into his very welcoming body. When William was all the way inside of him, he felt the older man's breath heavy on the back of his neck, and his fingertips pressed against the dark-haired one's solid stomach. There he could feel his racing pulse and slightly trembling muscles, very similar to his own body right now. Lips curled into a wide smile, eyes half-opening. William felt that good inside of him, hm?
“Ah...hah..!” He moaned as Will moved back slowly, testing the strength and give of the rope as he used it to keep Grell in place. He was apparently satisfied by it, for as he thrust forward again he pulled back on the ties he held, pulling the younger Shinigami's body back into his own. Grell cried out, ever so grateful for this mercy. He himself could not move back to meet each thrust, so William had found a way to do it for him. He felt useless like this-unable to do anything more than moan and scrape the tips of his fingers futile against Will's stomach as he thrust powerfully into him. Useless, and maybe even a little used.
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He felt William's stomach tense at that, as the other seemed to falter in his rhythm for a moment. A low groan passed his superior's lips, shuddering with monitored breath. The plea had more of an effect than he thought it would on Will, who regained his momentum-with twice the enthusiasm. “Oh! A-Ah, William~!” Grell's voice rose to new heights as he cried out his lover's name. The ropes bit into his already tender flesh tightly, the silk pinching without burning or cutting into it. Every thrust earned the dark-haired one a breathless or a full-throated moan now, and he let go of the rope that he had been holding apart. The silk closed in again, on either side of this thrusting length. It was as snug as his lover's body, and every time he pulled the other back into him for another thrust it tightened slightly. He slid between the rope and into Grell's tight, hot body easily, driven by the other's desperate plea moments ago.
His now free hand traveled around to slide up along one sweat-slick thigh, moving slowly upwards until his fingers closed around Grell's aching arousal. “Mnn!” Grell's body tensed as he whimpered, wishing he could thrust into that blissful hand. William stroked him in time with his thrusts, lips brushing against his ear as he whispered. “Such a selfish doll you are...” He teased. The timbre of his voice sent chills down along Grell's spine, and he felt his body nearing its limit.
“W...William...!”
“Go ahead...” Came the deep reply. And so Grell gave in to his own base desire, untrained and passionate. His body shuddered had as he came into his superior's hand, sending his seed spilling over those wonderful fingers as well as the sheets below him, an his own chest and stomach. William held his own stamina much better it seemed, and once Grell had reached his climax, he replaced that hand to the redhead's hip. The rope tugged and pulled, his body jolted with each thrust, sweat soaked the sheets below him, William's breath was on his heated skin, and his own breath was limited by the web of sinfully soft rope across his chest. Just as Grell was beginning to think he might go insane, or regain his own arousal, from the many sensations, he felt William's stomach trembling again above his fingertips.
Grell groaned as he felt the other come at last, feeling a trickle of the hot and sticky substance slide down his inner thigh as William rode out his climax. He folded over the younger Shinigami, their faces close enough to share breath again as they both came down together from their game. When their racing hearts had calmed down a little, Will skilfully untied the knots that he had tied, loosening the rope enough to go suddenly slack. Grell collapsed onto the bed, his entire body throbbing with renewed blood flow. Each indentation from the ropes sent sharp pangs along the lines. He flexed his wrists slowly, curling his fingers as he brought them up in front of him. Rolling slowly onto his back, he looked up to the dark-haired Shinigami, who was bracing himself on his arms above him.
Reaching up, he pulled the other down into a long, slow kiss. They were both gasping for air when it broke, and their lips still brushed when Grell whispered: “Next time... Tie them tighter.”
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Seriously, I love anybody who could appreciate shibari enough to write about it in such detail. ♥ Your characterization of them is so spot-on, too. It was absolutely WONDERFUL. This made my night.
And even though it's a little touch, I think that the red rope totally made it for me. I love shibari done with red rope~ You are truly an anon after my own heart.
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I HEART YOU ANON WRITER *glomps*
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Grell truly is too beautiful for his own good, especially with the red marks left on his white naked body *-*
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