Advent's Calendar: December 9
Due to unexpected drama, I didn't finish day 8 yet. It'll be posted later orz
Fandom: Pokemon Special
Rating: M
Request: Silver/Gold - bondage (Silver tops, Gold is tied up or cuffed)
For: Solar
Notes: You're the one responsible for the stone manipulation idea. But then I didn't actually use it much and just went crazy with the theme. I HOPE YOU LIKE? I had something a bit longer but I cut it because it was becoming purple >_>
The stone has only just started to settle around his wrists, and already the wild pokemon in him is trying to bolt.
This is nothing. Nothing compared to what Silver went through, and he knows it, it's the whole reason he agreed to this in the first place, but being unable to move still makes his heart beat much too fast, much too painfully, and his breath is so short that he wonders if Silver will think he's terrified.
(He isn't sure whether he is, himself, and he should be sure that he's not but that's not the case)
His hands weight behind him, his shoulders pulled back, and his legs are cast around them, exposing him and forcing him to look. And he feels a rush of guilt, because even if it was just hugs and a kiss, he can feel it now, feel the fear that comes from helplessness even when you know this person would never harm you.
He feels guilt, and he feels excitement, because Silver never lets people into his world, into his feelings, and right now Gold is getting a glimpse, and he finds that he can't get enough.
Silver's gloved fingertips brush his face, idle and precise, his eyes staring at Gold and through Gold like he's seeing something others can't. It sends a shiver down his spine.
"You could lose the gloves, y'know."
"You're too eager for skin contact, Gold." His tone is just as grey and cold as his touch, a mix of dreamy distance and surgical precision, attention. And yet. The addition of his name makes his heart stumble, trip over the hint of affection that he's pretty sure Silver put there very deliberately.
When Silver tilts his chin up and kisses him, finally skin to skin, he tilts his head to accept it, to take all he can from the brush and catch of lip against lip, because unless Silver's hands decide to slide down it's all he's ever going to have, and as his mouth is parted he feels another shiver of guilt, because he's starting to understand.
And he thinks of all the times, in those few dark months, when he came, and left.
Fandom: Pokemon Special
Rating: M
Request: Silver/Gold - bondage (Silver tops, Gold is tied up or cuffed)
For: Solar
Notes: You're the one responsible for the stone manipulation idea. But then I didn't actually use it much and just went crazy with the theme. I HOPE YOU LIKE? I had something a bit longer but I cut it because it was becoming purple >_>
The stone has only just started to settle around his wrists, and already the wild pokemon in him is trying to bolt.
This is nothing. Nothing compared to what Silver went through, and he knows it, it's the whole reason he agreed to this in the first place, but being unable to move still makes his heart beat much too fast, much too painfully, and his breath is so short that he wonders if Silver will think he's terrified.
(He isn't sure whether he is, himself, and he should be sure that he's not but that's not the case)
His hands weight behind him, his shoulders pulled back, and his legs are cast around them, exposing him and forcing him to look. And he feels a rush of guilt, because even if it was just hugs and a kiss, he can feel it now, feel the fear that comes from helplessness even when you know this person would never harm you.
He feels guilt, and he feels excitement, because Silver never lets people into his world, into his feelings, and right now Gold is getting a glimpse, and he finds that he can't get enough.
Silver's gloved fingertips brush his face, idle and precise, his eyes staring at Gold and through Gold like he's seeing something others can't. It sends a shiver down his spine.
"You could lose the gloves, y'know."
"You're too eager for skin contact, Gold." His tone is just as grey and cold as his touch, a mix of dreamy distance and surgical precision, attention. And yet. The addition of his name makes his heart stumble, trip over the hint of affection that he's pretty sure Silver put there very deliberately.
When Silver tilts his chin up and kisses him, finally skin to skin, he tilts his head to accept it, to take all he can from the brush and catch of lip against lip, because unless Silver's hands decide to slide down it's all he's ever going to have, and as his mouth is parted he feels another shiver of guilt, because he's starting to understand.
And he thinks of all the times, in those few dark months, when he came, and left.