Ficlet: "Blindfolded"
Title: Blindfolded
Characters: Diego Lugano/Diego Forlán.
Rating: I think it qualifies as NC-17?
Disclaimer: Lies, lies and more lies.
Word count: 503.
Diego had been reluctant at first. It wasn't the blindfold itself that scared him, the fabric was soft enough to not hurt even when tied securely. The idea that it deprived him of the chance to see the subtle changes in Lugano's expression was far worse. He wanted to see that possessive glint of obsession in his lover's eyes, and he wanted to be able to brace himself when the soft kisses inevitably turned to biting. However, his protests were gently silenced. After all, this was just the next level of trust.
He had never expected his senses to be so heightened. Just a small touch of hands on his skin made him ache for more; the kisses that took him by complete surprise a moment later had him moaning much too easily.
Even the small sound of footsteps, close in one moment and further away in the next, pierced his mind and caused a sudden fear of being left alone. Alone on the cold, tiled floor, on his knees with his hands tied almost painfully behind his back.
"No!" he exclaimed with sudden panic. "Don't go! Don't leave me!"
The only reply was a low chuckle and a single hard slap across his buttocks. Even that made him catch his breath sharply while trying to push back against the touch. Another laugh reminded him that he was being too eager, and he fought to remain still while listening to the sound of soft movement behind him. A sudden metallic sound startled him out of the hard-fought control.
He had no idea what it was. Still, his muscles tensed with fear for a moment before Lugano pulled at the thin rope around his wrists. "If I cut these off, will you still push back against me with the same eagerness?"
"Yes."
So that was the metallic sound. A knife being pulled from the sheath. The flat side was ice cold against his skin as the blade cut easily through the ropes. However, Diego remained still with his hands in the same position until a light touch on his wrist told him it was safe to move.
Even after being given back that bit of control over his own body, he did not forget his promise. Now that he could use his hands for support, he pushed his arse high up in the air in a wordless plea for a good, hard fuck. It was nothing more than the usual trick; begging never worked with Lugano, but tempting always did. Despite the fact that he couldn't brace himself for the rough push inside, he did not scream out with pain more than once. At the very least, Lugano allowed him time to adjust before he thrust into him again. It was pain that faded to pleasure in a perfect exchange of give and take.
Even as Lugano pulled him towards himself and reached for the blindfold to throw it away, Diego remained with his eyes closed.
Pure bliss was double intense that way.
Characters: Diego Lugano/Diego Forlán.
Rating: I think it qualifies as NC-17?
Disclaimer: Lies, lies and more lies.
Word count: 503.
Diego had been reluctant at first. It wasn't the blindfold itself that scared him, the fabric was soft enough to not hurt even when tied securely. The idea that it deprived him of the chance to see the subtle changes in Lugano's expression was far worse. He wanted to see that possessive glint of obsession in his lover's eyes, and he wanted to be able to brace himself when the soft kisses inevitably turned to biting. However, his protests were gently silenced. After all, this was just the next level of trust.
He had never expected his senses to be so heightened. Just a small touch of hands on his skin made him ache for more; the kisses that took him by complete surprise a moment later had him moaning much too easily.
Even the small sound of footsteps, close in one moment and further away in the next, pierced his mind and caused a sudden fear of being left alone. Alone on the cold, tiled floor, on his knees with his hands tied almost painfully behind his back.
"No!" he exclaimed with sudden panic. "Don't go! Don't leave me!"
The only reply was a low chuckle and a single hard slap across his buttocks. Even that made him catch his breath sharply while trying to push back against the touch. Another laugh reminded him that he was being too eager, and he fought to remain still while listening to the sound of soft movement behind him. A sudden metallic sound startled him out of the hard-fought control.
He had no idea what it was. Still, his muscles tensed with fear for a moment before Lugano pulled at the thin rope around his wrists. "If I cut these off, will you still push back against me with the same eagerness?"
"Yes."
So that was the metallic sound. A knife being pulled from the sheath. The flat side was ice cold against his skin as the blade cut easily through the ropes. However, Diego remained still with his hands in the same position until a light touch on his wrist told him it was safe to move.
Even after being given back that bit of control over his own body, he did not forget his promise. Now that he could use his hands for support, he pushed his arse high up in the air in a wordless plea for a good, hard fuck. It was nothing more than the usual trick; begging never worked with Lugano, but tempting always did. Despite the fact that he couldn't brace himself for the rough push inside, he did not scream out with pain more than once. At the very least, Lugano allowed him time to adjust before he thrust into him again. It was pain that faded to pleasure in a perfect exchange of give and take.
Even as Lugano pulled him towards himself and reached for the blindfold to throw it away, Diego remained with his eyes closed.
Pure bliss was double intense that way.