[Kink Table] [#11]
Title: Kink Table #11
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: Uh... R? Being very safe.
Warnings: The kink is chains, so yes, bondage.
A/N: Betaed by my usual beta who I'm sure everybody knows by now. B'day present for the utterly awesome paddyabroad and I'm sorry again I fail
The chain is long, looped around his forearms to secure his wrists to the headboard. The links make a metallic ring against the bars when he tugs on the chain, and you cannot help but laugh at his little frown - the one he always wears when he tries to think too hard about something, and you wish you could see the pout his lips would be surely forming. But then he tries to say something, giving you a confused look, and you think that the duct tape is indeed necessary.
It is a slight struggle to secure his feet to the bed when he will not stop squirming, but he has had too much alcohol to put up a fight against you. These chains are thinner, smaller, shorter than the one around his arms; a present from his friends in LA he had said, along with a black leather wallet, but you did not quite care. You have ripped these from your jacket, but it is fine.
You think he is beautiful, sprawled on the bed under you, naked and sweaty. He is still frowning, messy bangs falling over his face as he will not stop moving his head in a futile attempt to shake them away. The chains dig into his flesh every time he tugs on them, cold and silver against his tanned skin (he is darker than before he had left, you have since noticed) and its shine catches your eye. Chains, you think, are power, and power is control. You like your control, so very much, but he has escaped it for too long.
But no longer. You smile, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his sealed lips. There is a muffled sound from behind the duct tape, and another one when you grind against his crotch, punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips. Your thumb brushes over his cheek, reassuringly, slowly, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. He looks beautiful indeed; naked and vulnerable, tied up in silver chains. Back with you, under your control again.
“Look what pretty prey I’ve caught, all mine to play with~”
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: Uh... R? Being very safe.
Warnings: The kink is chains, so yes, bondage.
A/N: Betaed by my usual beta who I'm sure everybody knows by now. B'day present for the utterly awesome paddyabroad and I'm sorry again I fail
The chain is long, looped around his forearms to secure his wrists to the headboard. The links make a metallic ring against the bars when he tugs on the chain, and you cannot help but laugh at his little frown - the one he always wears when he tries to think too hard about something, and you wish you could see the pout his lips would be surely forming. But then he tries to say something, giving you a confused look, and you think that the duct tape is indeed necessary.
It is a slight struggle to secure his feet to the bed when he will not stop squirming, but he has had too much alcohol to put up a fight against you. These chains are thinner, smaller, shorter than the one around his arms; a present from his friends in LA he had said, along with a black leather wallet, but you did not quite care. You have ripped these from your jacket, but it is fine.
You think he is beautiful, sprawled on the bed under you, naked and sweaty. He is still frowning, messy bangs falling over his face as he will not stop moving his head in a futile attempt to shake them away. The chains dig into his flesh every time he tugs on them, cold and silver against his tanned skin (he is darker than before he had left, you have since noticed) and its shine catches your eye. Chains, you think, are power, and power is control. You like your control, so very much, but he has escaped it for too long.
But no longer. You smile, leaning in, pressing a kiss to his sealed lips. There is a muffled sound from behind the duct tape, and another one when you grind against his crotch, punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips. Your thumb brushes over his cheek, reassuringly, slowly, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. He looks beautiful indeed; naked and vulnerable, tied up in silver chains. Back with you, under your control again.
“Look what pretty prey I’ve caught, all mine to play with~”