[Kink table #3]
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About the post I made the other day?
Never believe anything serious said during April Fools, kids. But I'm nice, so to make up for it, here you have:
Title: Kink Table #3
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage and waxplay
A/N: My awesome beta was randomicicle
The ropes were tied tight around his body and he had to take deep breaths. His arms and legs were tied firmly to the bed’s legs, so his limbs were forced to stay stretched; it was uncomfortable and it rendered him unable to move, plus it made breathing just a little more difficult. The complex pattern of nylon ropes rubbed against his skin at even the slightest twitch and some light abrasions were starting to show in an irritated red color.
Kame jerked a bit when he felt the mattress dipping behind him. Jin had tied a cloth around his eyes and the blindness was driving him crazy. The vertiginous beating of his heart sent the blood rushing to his ears until all he could hear was a loud buzz that mixed with Jin’s heavy breathing behind him and the crazy tempo of his heart.
Jin’s hand on his shoulder made Kame jerk with a surprised gasp. It was next on his hip, on the small of his back, on his thigh, his arm, his shoulder blade, his spine, just pressing down slightly or stroking the sensitive skin or scratching a bit with a fingernail. Every touch made Kame jerk and gasp, unable to see where they would come. Jin slowly, lightly traced the forms that the rope harness formed over his lover’s skin with his fingertips, and he could feel the shivers running through the man’s spine. With the moans and gasps that he could not hold back Kame soon was short on air, since the tight ropes made breathing just slightly difficult.
Jin placed a hand just at the top of his lover’s spine and, pressing lightly, stroked the goose bumps that had formed there. Kame was still tense under his touch, but his breathing was slowly calming down.
“Can you breathe well?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? Perfectly?”
There was a small pause before Kame answered again, this time his voice a bit careful. “Yes.”
“With a gag?”
“… No.”
Kame answered ruefully through clenched teeth, and Jin sighed. His lover’s pride would be the end of him one day. He stroked the man’s nape with long singers to calm him down a bit more.
“Do you remember the safeword?”
“Umbrella.”
“Good boy. Now take a deep breath…”
Kame’s body jerked harshly on the bed when the first drop of wax dropped on his skin. He gasped loudly, more surprised than in pain. It burned his skin and made him keep his back arched despite the ropes tying him down. He gasped for air, having totally forgotten Jin’s warning to breathe deeply. His lover’s hand covered the now hardened wax and caressed the irritated skin around it. It took a few moments for Kame to calm down again. His taunt muscles relaxed and he rested against the mattress again, even though his breathing was still agitated. Jin kissed his shoulder blade.
“Okay?”
“Y- Yeah…”
“Good. Take a deep breath.”
Kame obeyed, but his muscles tensed even before the wax was poured over his body. Despite the warning he still couldn’t see where Jin was aiming and his lover took care of keeping the candle high enough so that Kame could not feel the heat. The wax was poured on his hip and Kame hissed in pain. Jin placed his hand to cover the burning spot and hushed his lover.
The rope harness created a complex pattern of small forms on Kame’s back and the man soon noticed Jin was trying to cover them with wax. The warnings to breath stopped coming and Kame’s jerks became sharper as he was now deprived of any warning. His skin was burning, oversensitive after the constant abuse; his moans had turned into small cries and whimpers and the blindfold around his eyes was wet with some involuntary tears.
However, even if the pain didn’t disappear, as his body grew used to the feeling he started to find some pleasure on it. His hips jerked and his rising erection rubbed against the sheets, sending through his body a shiver of pleasure that mixed with the stinging of the hot wax. Kame moaned and tugged on his arms to try to get them free despite the pain of the ropes tightening and rubbing more harshly against his wrists. As Jin didn’t make any movement to free him, Kame took to shamelessly humping the sheets.
Jin started to drop the wax more irregularly as he started touching himself, if the loud groans the man was making were anything to go by. Jin had been giving Kame time to calm down in between the wax droppings, but as his own pleasure started to catch up with him the wax started falling on Kame’s skin faster. The man shook and cried, arching off the bed and tugging on the ropes securing his limbs more insistently. Still there was as much pleasure as pain in those cries and Jin didn’t stop the pouring, so soon Kame had no air left.
He tried to breathe through his mouth in between moans, cries and gasps but it was not enough and it was making Kame’s lungs ache and burn with the desperate need to get some air in, to breathe. New tears were forming on his eyes and he could feel his own pulse on his temples, strong and crazy and accompanied by the loud buzz of his blood in his ears. His head felt so light and a bit like it was going to explode at the same time.
Kame cried out the moment Jin’s hand cupped his balls and the next moment there was a good squeeze to his cock and a long string of wax burning his neck and he was coming, fast and hard. He screamed Jin’s name as he shook and arched off the mattress, riding out his orgasm. Even after it was over his body was shaken by tremors as he fell limp on the bed. He didn’t even notice Jin freeing his limbs and taking off the cloth blindfolding him until his lover poked him to get up. Kame blinked a couple of times to get used to the otherwise dim light before he finally focused on the now flameless candle resting on the nightside table. A white candle.
Jin was sitting on his heels, jeans still on but undone and his hand stuck inside them. His cheeks were dark red when Kame turned his head to look at him, but his eyes were still clear and sharp despite the raw desire shining in them. Jin reached forward to tug at the ropes around Kame’s body, but he had tied the knots too tight and at the end Kame had to help him get the ropes off. Kame took a deep breath the moment the nylon fell to the sheets and he almost felt dizzy when the air finally rushed freely to his lungs. Behind him Jin groaned loudly, and once again Kame turned to look at this lover.
The tight ropes had left a pattern of red abrasions where the nylon had irritated Kame’s tender skin. The angry red marks were a sharp contrast with the white wax that Jin himself had poured over his lover; it made the marks all the more obvious and the visuals were beautiful. Jin found himself unable to tear his sight apart from Kame’s back as he stroked himself faster; a little pressure under the head of his cock and he was coming hot on the red and white pattern with a loud guttural groan that covered Kame’s moan of discomfort.
As Jin plopped down on his back to catch his breath Kame checked the very obvious abrasion marks on his wrists and made a disapproving noise. Flicking a bit of white wax off his shoulder with his fingernail made him hiss loudly, and Kame could only imagine how much of a bitch it was going to be getting off all the wax Jin had poured over him. He flared at his lover, but Jin had his eyes closed and didn’t seem to notice, judging by his contented smile. Kame punched his shoulder harshly for good measure.
“You’re going to need a lot of skin-care lotion to make up for this. And honey. And a massage. And…”
Jin pushed Kame to lie down on the bed and rolled to straddle him, frowning.
“I think you can breathe well enough for a gag now.”
About the post I made the other day?
Never believe anything serious said during April Fools, kids. But I'm nice, so to make up for it, here you have:
Title: Kink Table #3
Pairing: Akame
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage and waxplay
A/N: My awesome beta was randomicicle
The ropes were tied tight around his body and he had to take deep breaths. His arms and legs were tied firmly to the bed’s legs, so his limbs were forced to stay stretched; it was uncomfortable and it rendered him unable to move, plus it made breathing just a little more difficult. The complex pattern of nylon ropes rubbed against his skin at even the slightest twitch and some light abrasions were starting to show in an irritated red color.
Kame jerked a bit when he felt the mattress dipping behind him. Jin had tied a cloth around his eyes and the blindness was driving him crazy. The vertiginous beating of his heart sent the blood rushing to his ears until all he could hear was a loud buzz that mixed with Jin’s heavy breathing behind him and the crazy tempo of his heart.
Jin’s hand on his shoulder made Kame jerk with a surprised gasp. It was next on his hip, on the small of his back, on his thigh, his arm, his shoulder blade, his spine, just pressing down slightly or stroking the sensitive skin or scratching a bit with a fingernail. Every touch made Kame jerk and gasp, unable to see where they would come. Jin slowly, lightly traced the forms that the rope harness formed over his lover’s skin with his fingertips, and he could feel the shivers running through the man’s spine. With the moans and gasps that he could not hold back Kame soon was short on air, since the tight ropes made breathing just slightly difficult.
Jin placed a hand just at the top of his lover’s spine and, pressing lightly, stroked the goose bumps that had formed there. Kame was still tense under his touch, but his breathing was slowly calming down.
“Can you breathe well?”
“Yes.”
“You sure? Perfectly?”
There was a small pause before Kame answered again, this time his voice a bit careful. “Yes.”
“With a gag?”
“… No.”
Kame answered ruefully through clenched teeth, and Jin sighed. His lover’s pride would be the end of him one day. He stroked the man’s nape with long singers to calm him down a bit more.
“Do you remember the safeword?”
“Umbrella.”
“Good boy. Now take a deep breath…”
Kame’s body jerked harshly on the bed when the first drop of wax dropped on his skin. He gasped loudly, more surprised than in pain. It burned his skin and made him keep his back arched despite the ropes tying him down. He gasped for air, having totally forgotten Jin’s warning to breathe deeply. His lover’s hand covered the now hardened wax and caressed the irritated skin around it. It took a few moments for Kame to calm down again. His taunt muscles relaxed and he rested against the mattress again, even though his breathing was still agitated. Jin kissed his shoulder blade.
“Okay?”
“Y- Yeah…”
“Good. Take a deep breath.”
Kame obeyed, but his muscles tensed even before the wax was poured over his body. Despite the warning he still couldn’t see where Jin was aiming and his lover took care of keeping the candle high enough so that Kame could not feel the heat. The wax was poured on his hip and Kame hissed in pain. Jin placed his hand to cover the burning spot and hushed his lover.
The rope harness created a complex pattern of small forms on Kame’s back and the man soon noticed Jin was trying to cover them with wax. The warnings to breath stopped coming and Kame’s jerks became sharper as he was now deprived of any warning. His skin was burning, oversensitive after the constant abuse; his moans had turned into small cries and whimpers and the blindfold around his eyes was wet with some involuntary tears.
However, even if the pain didn’t disappear, as his body grew used to the feeling he started to find some pleasure on it. His hips jerked and his rising erection rubbed against the sheets, sending through his body a shiver of pleasure that mixed with the stinging of the hot wax. Kame moaned and tugged on his arms to try to get them free despite the pain of the ropes tightening and rubbing more harshly against his wrists. As Jin didn’t make any movement to free him, Kame took to shamelessly humping the sheets.
Jin started to drop the wax more irregularly as he started touching himself, if the loud groans the man was making were anything to go by. Jin had been giving Kame time to calm down in between the wax droppings, but as his own pleasure started to catch up with him the wax started falling on Kame’s skin faster. The man shook and cried, arching off the bed and tugging on the ropes securing his limbs more insistently. Still there was as much pleasure as pain in those cries and Jin didn’t stop the pouring, so soon Kame had no air left.
He tried to breathe through his mouth in between moans, cries and gasps but it was not enough and it was making Kame’s lungs ache and burn with the desperate need to get some air in, to breathe. New tears were forming on his eyes and he could feel his own pulse on his temples, strong and crazy and accompanied by the loud buzz of his blood in his ears. His head felt so light and a bit like it was going to explode at the same time.
Kame cried out the moment Jin’s hand cupped his balls and the next moment there was a good squeeze to his cock and a long string of wax burning his neck and he was coming, fast and hard. He screamed Jin’s name as he shook and arched off the mattress, riding out his orgasm. Even after it was over his body was shaken by tremors as he fell limp on the bed. He didn’t even notice Jin freeing his limbs and taking off the cloth blindfolding him until his lover poked him to get up. Kame blinked a couple of times to get used to the otherwise dim light before he finally focused on the now flameless candle resting on the nightside table. A white candle.
Jin was sitting on his heels, jeans still on but undone and his hand stuck inside them. His cheeks were dark red when Kame turned his head to look at him, but his eyes were still clear and sharp despite the raw desire shining in them. Jin reached forward to tug at the ropes around Kame’s body, but he had tied the knots too tight and at the end Kame had to help him get the ropes off. Kame took a deep breath the moment the nylon fell to the sheets and he almost felt dizzy when the air finally rushed freely to his lungs. Behind him Jin groaned loudly, and once again Kame turned to look at this lover.
The tight ropes had left a pattern of red abrasions where the nylon had irritated Kame’s tender skin. The angry red marks were a sharp contrast with the white wax that Jin himself had poured over his lover; it made the marks all the more obvious and the visuals were beautiful. Jin found himself unable to tear his sight apart from Kame’s back as he stroked himself faster; a little pressure under the head of his cock and he was coming hot on the red and white pattern with a loud guttural groan that covered Kame’s moan of discomfort.
As Jin plopped down on his back to catch his breath Kame checked the very obvious abrasion marks on his wrists and made a disapproving noise. Flicking a bit of white wax off his shoulder with his fingernail made him hiss loudly, and Kame could only imagine how much of a bitch it was going to be getting off all the wax Jin had poured over him. He flared at his lover, but Jin had his eyes closed and didn’t seem to notice, judging by his contented smile. Kame punched his shoulder harshly for good measure.
“You’re going to need a lot of skin-care lotion to make up for this. And honey. And a massage. And…”
Jin pushed Kame to lie down on the bed and rolled to straddle him, frowning.
“I think you can breathe well enough for a gag now.”