FFX-2: Restraint
Fandom: Final Fantasy X-2
Main characters: Gippal, Baralai
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gippal/Baralai
Contains: Light bondage, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Baralai has some ideas about how to use certain parts of Gippal's attire.
Notes: For
renay! FFX-2 fandom, you do realise that Gippal has straps with buckles round his wrists, right?
"Do you know what these make me think of?" Baralai asks, soft and rough, against Gippal's ear. Gippal can't help but shudder: he's never heard Baralai like this in front of anyone else, never heard him be anything but smoothly polite, even when he's angry enough to raise his voice. And Baralai's fingers are curling round his wrists, under the buckles, a finger pushing up under the strap and smoothing over the underside of the leather.
"Tell me," he says, holding back a stutter with an effort nothing short of heroic. He starts to tug at the ties of Baralai's robes, wishing he would wear something a little less heavy, something that allows a bit easier access. Baralai catches his wrists again, anyway, squeezing them tight.
"Can't you imagine what I want to use them for?" Baralai asks, softer again, huskier.
A shiver works its way up Gippal's spine. He stands there wordless as Baralai carefully loosens the buckles, lets Baralai do what he wants. Baralai binds his hands behind his back, watching him with his dark eyes -- every movement slow, deliberate. Gippal's breath hitches.
"For instance," Baralai says, against his ear again, because he knows how it gets to him, "I could do this. You won't be able to touch me, Gippal."
Gippal closes his eye and nods, not trusting his voice. Baralai kisses his closed eyelid, and then the patch over his other eye, and then his mouth drags down over the side of Gippal's face to his jaw, his earlobe, the spot under his ear where -- against any common sense -- he loves to be bitten. For a moment, Baralai just breathes against it, and Gippal whimpers. Then he nips, too lightly, and moves on, and something about that drags a moan from Gippal and makes his hands jerk, wanting to touch Baralai, to slide into his soft hair and grab his shoulder to pull him close.
Baralai goes to his knees, then, and Gippal shakes. Baralai hushes him, hands sliding over his sides, over his hips. He has Gippal's trousers undone in a moment, peeling them away enough that he can nose at Gippal's hipbone, bite at the skin, his long fingers already curling around his cock.
"I could tease you for hours, like this," he says, rougher still, and Gippal wishes he could lean up against a wall, because his legs are far too weak. Baralai smiles up at him, a flash of very white teeth, something knowing and mischievous in it. "But I don't have to, do I?"
"No," Gippal says, already aching, his hands twisting, straining, trapped. Baralai's hands are on his hips again, steadying, and then Baralai's leaning in to lick, to draw the tip of Gippal's head into his mouth and suck. The noise comes out of Gippal like a punch, and it's brutal what this does to him, how much he wants, needs, how much Baralai makes him feel. Baralai doesn't tease at all, taking him in deep, every movement perfect, the wonderful wet heat and the flick of his tongue. The only sign of how this is affecting Baralai is the way his hands clench on Gippal's hips -- maybe enough to leave soft purple bruises there afterwards, and Gippal groans at that thought as well, really shaking now.
Baralai pulls back, breathless, but he hasn't lost his composure yet. He pushes Gippal backwards -- slowly, not letting him trip -- so he can lean against the wall for support, and then he takes his cock back into his mouth again, sucking harder now. Gippal's not comfortable like this, his hands trapped behind the small of his back, but it doesn't matter, because this is -- this is --
One hand lets go of his hip, slides up his inner thigh, a touch almost lost in everything else that's happening, until Baralai is making his shaking legs spread a bit, is pressing behind his balls and rubbing over his hole. Gippal jerks, then, full-body, his eye squeezing shut, and Baralai's other hand is vice-like on his hip, holds him still as he comes -- quick and dizzying and frightening in how different it is, how new --
Addictive, Gippal thinks, still shaking. He looks down at Baralai, who is fumbling his own robes aside, his movements mostly obscured by clothing and the angle, and he shivers again. "Please -- " he says, and Baralai huffs out a laugh, forehead leaning against Gippal's hip.
"I like having you like this," he says, three quarters of the way to a moan, and Gippal twists his hands desperately to try and get them free, because he has to touch. His hands are slick with sweat, useless, and Baralai is breathing fast already, with those hitches in his breath, the rhythm Gippal already knows so well -- but he's going to pieces so much faster, so much more completely, like this has got under his skin as well. He cries out, soft and sharp, when he comes, and that's new, too -- Baralai is always so damn quiet -- and Gippal can't stand it, he can't...
Baralai relaxes, slowly, lifts his head. His eyes are darker than ever, and a little wide, like he's still stunned too.
"We're going to do this again," he says, and Gippal nods, still wordless. For once.
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Main characters: Gippal, Baralai
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Gippal/Baralai
Contains: Light bondage, sex
Rating: R
Summary: Baralai has some ideas about how to use certain parts of Gippal's attire.
Notes: For
renay! FFX-2 fandom, you do realise that Gippal has straps with buckles round his wrists, right?
"Do you know what these make me think of?" Baralai asks, soft and rough, against Gippal's ear. Gippal can't help but shudder: he's never heard Baralai like this in front of anyone else, never heard him be anything but smoothly polite, even when he's angry enough to raise his voice. And Baralai's fingers are curling round his wrists, under the buckles, a finger pushing up under the strap and smoothing over the underside of the leather.
"Tell me," he says, holding back a stutter with an effort nothing short of heroic. He starts to tug at the ties of Baralai's robes, wishing he would wear something a little less heavy, something that allows a bit easier access. Baralai catches his wrists again, anyway, squeezing them tight.
"Can't you imagine what I want to use them for?" Baralai asks, softer again, huskier.
A shiver works its way up Gippal's spine. He stands there wordless as Baralai carefully loosens the buckles, lets Baralai do what he wants. Baralai binds his hands behind his back, watching him with his dark eyes -- every movement slow, deliberate. Gippal's breath hitches.
"For instance," Baralai says, against his ear again, because he knows how it gets to him, "I could do this. You won't be able to touch me, Gippal."
Gippal closes his eye and nods, not trusting his voice. Baralai kisses his closed eyelid, and then the patch over his other eye, and then his mouth drags down over the side of Gippal's face to his jaw, his earlobe, the spot under his ear where -- against any common sense -- he loves to be bitten. For a moment, Baralai just breathes against it, and Gippal whimpers. Then he nips, too lightly, and moves on, and something about that drags a moan from Gippal and makes his hands jerk, wanting to touch Baralai, to slide into his soft hair and grab his shoulder to pull him close.
Baralai goes to his knees, then, and Gippal shakes. Baralai hushes him, hands sliding over his sides, over his hips. He has Gippal's trousers undone in a moment, peeling them away enough that he can nose at Gippal's hipbone, bite at the skin, his long fingers already curling around his cock.
"I could tease you for hours, like this," he says, rougher still, and Gippal wishes he could lean up against a wall, because his legs are far too weak. Baralai smiles up at him, a flash of very white teeth, something knowing and mischievous in it. "But I don't have to, do I?"
"No," Gippal says, already aching, his hands twisting, straining, trapped. Baralai's hands are on his hips again, steadying, and then Baralai's leaning in to lick, to draw the tip of Gippal's head into his mouth and suck. The noise comes out of Gippal like a punch, and it's brutal what this does to him, how much he wants, needs, how much Baralai makes him feel. Baralai doesn't tease at all, taking him in deep, every movement perfect, the wonderful wet heat and the flick of his tongue. The only sign of how this is affecting Baralai is the way his hands clench on Gippal's hips -- maybe enough to leave soft purple bruises there afterwards, and Gippal groans at that thought as well, really shaking now.
Baralai pulls back, breathless, but he hasn't lost his composure yet. He pushes Gippal backwards -- slowly, not letting him trip -- so he can lean against the wall for support, and then he takes his cock back into his mouth again, sucking harder now. Gippal's not comfortable like this, his hands trapped behind the small of his back, but it doesn't matter, because this is -- this is --
One hand lets go of his hip, slides up his inner thigh, a touch almost lost in everything else that's happening, until Baralai is making his shaking legs spread a bit, is pressing behind his balls and rubbing over his hole. Gippal jerks, then, full-body, his eye squeezing shut, and Baralai's other hand is vice-like on his hip, holds him still as he comes -- quick and dizzying and frightening in how different it is, how new --
Addictive, Gippal thinks, still shaking. He looks down at Baralai, who is fumbling his own robes aside, his movements mostly obscured by clothing and the angle, and he shivers again. "Please -- " he says, and Baralai huffs out a laugh, forehead leaning against Gippal's hip.
"I like having you like this," he says, three quarters of the way to a moan, and Gippal twists his hands desperately to try and get them free, because he has to touch. His hands are slick with sweat, useless, and Baralai is breathing fast already, with those hitches in his breath, the rhythm Gippal already knows so well -- but he's going to pieces so much faster, so much more completely, like this has got under his skin as well. He cries out, soft and sharp, when he comes, and that's new, too -- Baralai is always so damn quiet -- and Gippal can't stand it, he can't...
Baralai relaxes, slowly, lifts his head. His eyes are darker than ever, and a little wide, like he's still stunned too.
"We're going to do this again," he says, and Gippal nods, still wordless. For once.
This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth. I would prefer people to comment and subscribe to me there, if you already have an account; I'll happily share Dreamwidth invites, if you want to make an account. Comments aren't disabled here on LJ, though.