Fic: Christmas Cuffs
Title: Christmas Cuffs
Pairing: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
Warning: talks of bondage
Summary: Roger asks Marat what he wants for Christmas
Marat thought he was being steathly. When Roger’s on top, inside him, he’ll raise his arms above his head, cross them even, begging Roger to hold him down. Roger hasn’t paid much attention to it though. When he told Marat to leave on the computer on for him after he was done with it, Roger didn’t even think twice about the bondage website that was up for his viewing pleasure as he swiftly hit the little red ‘x’ in the corner. But now Marat’s just annoyed. He’s not asking for anything too kinky (well not yet). So he quickly decides he needs to tackle this head on.
“Cuffs,” Marat says non-chalantly when Roger asks him what he wants for Christmas and ignores the shocked look on Roger’s face.
“Uh, you mean cufflinks?”
Marat shakes his head. “Handcuffs. You know, the ones used to restrain people?”
“Oh” is all Roger can manage as he moves from where he was standing to take a seat on the couch. Marat sighs as he takes the seat next to him, pressing his body up against Roger’s, lips already making friends with the Swiss’ ear.
“Come on, Roger. Imagine me handcuffed and at your mercy. At your convienence to do anything you please. Anything.”
There’s a slight hitch in Roger’s breathing but he remains silent. So Marat tries again.
“You can cuff me to the bed and make me wait if you really wanted to. And all I could do is beg. Beg, Roger, because I know I can’t do move without your permission. I’d be there, attached to the bed, hard and ready for you.”
Roger turns and attacks Marat’s lips with out warning. His kiss is brutal, teeth nipping and biting without a care of the world. He pulls away, slightly out of breath, gaze falling over Marat’s puffy lips.
“Christmas is too far away. We need a pair now.”
The End (for now)
Pairing: Roger Federer/Marat Safin
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not true
Warning: talks of bondage
Summary: Roger asks Marat what he wants for Christmas
Marat thought he was being steathly. When Roger’s on top, inside him, he’ll raise his arms above his head, cross them even, begging Roger to hold him down. Roger hasn’t paid much attention to it though. When he told Marat to leave on the computer on for him after he was done with it, Roger didn’t even think twice about the bondage website that was up for his viewing pleasure as he swiftly hit the little red ‘x’ in the corner. But now Marat’s just annoyed. He’s not asking for anything too kinky (well not yet). So he quickly decides he needs to tackle this head on.
“Cuffs,” Marat says non-chalantly when Roger asks him what he wants for Christmas and ignores the shocked look on Roger’s face.
“Uh, you mean cufflinks?”
Marat shakes his head. “Handcuffs. You know, the ones used to restrain people?”
“Oh” is all Roger can manage as he moves from where he was standing to take a seat on the couch. Marat sighs as he takes the seat next to him, pressing his body up against Roger’s, lips already making friends with the Swiss’ ear.
“Come on, Roger. Imagine me handcuffed and at your mercy. At your convienence to do anything you please. Anything.”
There’s a slight hitch in Roger’s breathing but he remains silent. So Marat tries again.
“You can cuff me to the bed and make me wait if you really wanted to. And all I could do is beg. Beg, Roger, because I know I can’t do move without your permission. I’d be there, attached to the bed, hard and ready for you.”
Roger turns and attacks Marat’s lips with out warning. His kiss is brutal, teeth nipping and biting without a care of the world. He pulls away, slightly out of breath, gaze falling over Marat’s puffy lips.
“Christmas is too far away. We need a pair now.”
The End (for now)