Defied
Title: Defied
Pairing: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: Rating - NC-17
Notes: Another pirates & bondage entry. This one is Kurogane's POV.
Inventory was probably the least interesting thing you could do on a pirate ship. And since pirate ships were filled with pirates, you couldn’t rely on any of them to do something uninteresting like inventory well.
This was why the captain stood below decks, paper and quill in hand, staring at rows of barrels and boxes. Not only could pirates not be counted on to do inventory, Captain Kurogane found, they also couldn’t be bothered to sort shit out when they brought it down to the storeroom. He’d already been working for a few hours by the time his first mate wandered down to his location.
Fay jumped down from the stairs and looked around the dusty room. “Hyu, what a mess. This’ll take you forever, Kuro-chu.”
Kurogane ignored him and kept writing. Fay was clearly bored and looking for something to do. If Kurogane expressed a reaction of any kind, there would be no getting rid of him. He opened a barrel and peered inside. Rope, tools, shoes, candles…and very likely a dozen other things. The captain found himself wondering if they shouldn’t stop raiding other ships until they sorted out their own. He sighed inwardly and started removing items, marking down what he found. He’d gotten halfway before realizing that while Fay hadn’t left, he also hadn’t heard from him. He risked a look around. He wished he hadn’t.
Fay was poking through the contents of a chest, looking mildly bored. He was wearing loose black pants, tied with a length of cloth instead of a belt. They were the pants, Kurogane noted, that were rather more like two pant-shaped panels than real pants. The legs were sewed together, but the front of the waist and the back weren’t, which meant slits on either side of his body showed off pale white skin. On top of that was a white shirt, held together by a single button somewhere in the middle of his chest, and a long black coat buttoned in a similar fashion hung over it all.
The reason he wished he hadn’t looked over, however, was that Fay had decided that his black cuffs and collar belonged to the ensemble. The sight of them made Kurogane’s pulse pound. Fay looked up just then and caught him staring. “What?”
“Your cuffs. And collar. I thought you weren’t going to wear those outside the bedroom.”
Fay flicked the silver ring at his throat absently. “I never said that.”
“It’s distracting,” Kurogane said pointedly, hoping Fay would take the hint.
“Too bad. I like wearing them.” He ran a finger along the inside of the silver loop.
Kurogane sighed, looked back at the list in his hand. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“No.” Fay moved from the chest to sit on a barrel, idly picked up a bottle of wine and examined the label.
For a few minutes, Kurogane continued to check off items, but when he looked up to check on Fay, he felt irritation rise in him. The blond was staring off into space, the ring on his collar flipped up and resting on his bottom lip. His tongue pushed absently at it, a slender finger pushed it back.
“Go take that thing off.”
Fay looked right into his eyes. “No.”
Kurogane sat perfectly still, surprised. There was a challenge in those blue eyes. Lust rose inside him all at once, unexpected and overwhelming. “I said, go take it off.”
“No.” As he kept staring at Kurogane, his tongue poked out to push the ring again.
Kurogane closed the space between them in seconds and yanked the ring away from Fay’s mouth. “You know it’s bothering me. Stop it.”
“No. I’m wearing it.”
Kurogane pulled hard, making the blond stumble to his feet. “No? You insist on wearing it?”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“Oh?” Kurogane spun Fay around and slammed him up against the nearest wall, caught both his wrists behind his back by the silver rings at his cuffs. “If you’re going to wear them, they’re going to get used,” Kurogane growled in his ear. He pressed his body up against Fay’s, one hand running up his side, slipping under the jacket and shirt. He attacked Fay’s neck, kissing roughly and sucking hard enough to leave marks to mar the white skin there. He slid his hand back down Fay’s body, slid it into the side slit of his pants. He found Fay already hard. “This is just what you wanted, isn’t it?” He gave Fay’s cock a squeeze, earning a moan from the blond. “We’ll see if you still fell the same way after.” He pulled away suddenly, freeing Fay’s wrists but taking hold of his collar. He began to pull him towards a nearby door. Fay hesitated. Kurogane simply pulled harder.
Through the door were the holding cells, strong cages. Fay was pulled into the furthest one. He took one look the chains that hung down from the ceiling and a hand moved up to touch Kurogane’s tentatively. “You know…I think I will take these off.”
“Yes, you will. After I’m finished with you.” Kurogane pulled Fay in for a kiss, a hard, thorough kiss that had the blond panting and leaning into Kurogane for support. Kurogane pushed his tongue into Fay’s mouth, tasting him, then he sucked at Fay’s bottom lip, nibbled it a little harder than was strictly necessary.
As he kissed Fay, Kurogane advanced slowly until he had Fay in the center of the cell. He broke off the kiss and calmly chained Fay, throat, wrists, and even ankles. The ankle restraints were bolted to the floor, and were old, soft leather or he wouldn’t have bothered with them. After he’d finished, he ran his hands slowly back up until he stood behind Fay, his mouth at the blond’s ear and his hands over smaller white ones.
“You’re still dressed.” As Kurogane whispered into his ear, he sensed Fay’s breath catch in his throat. He brought his hands down to Fay’s chest, moved them over the layers of fabric to rub against his nipples. Then he moved down to Fay’s hips, taking hold of them and pulling Fay’s body back into his, making certain the other man felt Kurogane’s erection against his ass. Then one hand slid around to the front of Fay’s pants, began to stroke him through the material as he thrust his hips slowly against him. He pushed his face into Fay’s hair, breathing him in and feeling the sweat that had already begun to dampen it.
“Kuro-sama…” Fay’s tone was pleading.
“What?” Kurogane growled. “You came down here dressed like this on purpose, didn’t you? You went and put that collar on, and those pants, and then came down here and said no.” He emphasized the last word with a sudden, hard thrust of his hips and Fay moaned. “You don’t say no to me, Fay.” He took hold of Fay’s cock through his pants and squeezed gently. “These clothes. The pants won’t get in the way, but the jacket and shirt…” His hands came up and pulled them open, buttons falling to the floor. He then took hold of the jacket at it’s seams and Fay gasped as it was ripped off him, the shirt following immediately after. Kurogane untied the length of fabric Fay was using as a belt and the pants slid down, falling around his ankles. “That’s much better.”
Kurogane moved around Fay to face him, knelt, took him into his mouth. Fay groaned, and Kurogane watched his face as he used his tongue on Fay, swirling around the head of his cock and teasing it’s tip. He stared right into Fay’s half-closed eyes as he moved his mouth down Fay’s shaft, as his hand cupped his balls and fondled them.
Fay’s eyes widened when Kurogane’s other hand moved up between his legs and began to massage the spot between his balls and his asshole. He continued to suck and lick at Fay, enjoying the moans and sighs he was drawing from the blond’s lips.
When he brushed a finger over Fay’s hole, he felt Fay move his legs further apart, even though the ankle restraints were already doing the job nicely. Kurogane pushed a finger inside, then two, as his other hand took hold of Fay’s cock. He sucked at the head, tasting pre-come on his tongue. He flicked at Fay lightly with his tongue, then quickly slid his mouth down Fay’s length as he pushed a third finger into him. He looked up into the blond’s face again and watched him pant, plead with his blue eyes almost closed in pleasure.
Kurogane took his mouth off Fay but continued to thrust his fingers. He held the blond’s gaze and deliberately brushed his fingers against Fay’s prostate, causing a gasp and a buck of Fay’s hips. He did it again, and then a third time, harder.
“Fay.” He brushed it again. “Don’t come.” Again. “I want to hear you moan for awhile.”
Fay did moan. And gasped when Kurogane’s mouth slid over him once more, as Kurogane’s fingers moved faster and pushed against that spot more firmly. When Kurogane’s other fingers circled around Fay’s cock and began to stroke quickly, it was over. Kurogane continued to push and stroke and suck until Fay was done, orgasm gone, nothing left but sweat and shaking muscles.
When Kurogane pulled away and removed his fingers, Fay whimpered. Kurogane stood and kissed Fay, thrust his tongue into his mouth, ensuring that the blond tasted himself. Kurogane’s hands were splayed on Fay’s chest, his thumbs brushing slowly over pink nipples. He began to pinch them gently as he took his mouth away from Fay’s, and moved it to his throat, kissing the marks he’d left there earlier. When he felt Fay begin to harden against him, his mouth trailed upwards to the blond’s ear. “I told you not to come. I told you I wanted to hear you moan for awhile.” His thumbs circled hard nipples. “You didn’t listen. So now you’re not going to come until I have you screaming.” He grinned as Fay groaned and thrust his hips into him.
Kurogane kissed down to Fay’s chest, where his mouth closed over one swollen nipple. His fingers played with the other as he sucked and pulled, pressed his tongue flat against it. As he switched to the other, he slid one hand down to Fay’s ass, letting his fingers trail down Fay’s spine to settle between his cheeks.
He had one leg between Fay’s, and when the blond began to rock against it, Kurogane pulled away. He walked around Fay, looked down at the jacket he’d thrown to the floor earlier with a sudden suspicion. He searched the pockets and found what he’d been looking for. For all Fay was unpredictable, he was still reliable. He opened the small bottle of oil and poured some into his hand. He got up, stood behind Fay. When he reached around and his hand took hold of Fay with a palm full of oil, Fay made a sound that caused Kurogane to shudder.
As Kurogane took his time with Fay, drawing more sounds from him, he used his other hand to undo his own pants and oil his own cock. He did so quietly. When he positioned himself and slid into Fay, the blond cried out and held onto the chains that held up his wrists. Kurogane matched his hands’ pace to that of his hips and buried his face in Fay’s hair as his free arm held him close. He began to whisper into Fay’s ear. “You feel so good, Fay…so tight, and so hot…” he began to thrust a little harder. “And you’re mine…” Fay began to cry out with every thrust of Kurogane’s hips. He was loud enough that Kurogane almost didn’t hear the noise as the door to the upper deck was opened and people came down the stairs. Kurogane’s free hand moved up to cover Fay’s mouth. He pushed all the way into Fay and stopped both his hand and his hips. He listened.
Someone, or rather, a couple of someones, were looking for him. And all they had to do was walk to the back of the storage room and look through the open door. Damn. As he waited for them to leave, Fay pushed back against him and moaned, the sound muffled by Kurogane’s hand.
“There’s someone out there,” Kurogane warned. Fay pushed back again. “You still want it? Fine. But not one sound.” Kurogane swivelled his hips, moving inside Fay but not pulling out. His hand began to pump Fay’s cock again, and Kurogane felt the blond’s tongue against his palm. He moved his hand, giving Fay two fingers to suck.
Though he didn’t want to be found, he made no effort to go easy on Fay. He honestly wanted to know how quiet Fay would be. Especially if…he began kissing the blond’s neck, began biting it softly. Fay tilted his head, offering more of his neck and throat to Kurogane, who grinned and went at it a little more roughly.
As he heard the crew members start to go back up the stairs, he began to thrust again, angling just right to make Fay grip his chains tighter in his effort to keep silent. Kurogane couldn’t resist the temptation to push Fay harder. He removed his fingers from the blond’s mouth. “How hard is it to keep quiet, Fay? How difficult is it, with me inside you? Fucking you?” Kurogane felt Fay’s throat vibrate under his lips, but not a sound escaped him. “How long do you think you can last? Because I love you like this. Chained, helpless…all I want is to keep you here. Keep pounding into you…” He felt the silent vibration again and suddenly wanted to hear Fay’s voice more than he wanted to test him. “…and I want to hear you.” Fay managed a strangled whimper, then began to let go, crying out in earnest.
Just as Kurogane sensed Fay was close to coming, he stopped. He stopped his hand, stopped his hips. Fay whimpered again, this time in frustration. Kurogane calmly continued to kiss Fay’s neck as he held him still, not letting him push back to get the friction he wanted.
“Kuro-sama…” the word became a moan as Kurogane began to move again, slow, deep thrusts. His hands wandered Fay’s slim body, running up his sides to rub over his nipples, pinch them gently. One moving up to caress his throat, the other down to pull him back to meet each thrust.
He gradually changed his pace until he was pushing fast and hard, and when Fay began to get loud again, he let himself hit that spot inside that did cause Fay to scream, just what he’d been waiting for. He turned Fay’s head, captured his lips in a kiss, and closed his hand around his cock once more. When he felt Fay’s muscles tighten around him as he came, Kurogane groaned into the other man’s mouth and let himself go as well.
He was barely recovered before he pulled away and moved around to Fay’s front, reached up and undid the chains that held him up. Fay fell against him, arms coming down to encircle his neck, blond head resting against his shoulder. He lowered them both to the floor and undid the ankle restraints. He held Fay close, nuzzling his blond hair. One of his hands toyed with the ring on Fay’s collar.
After a few minutes spent in silence, Fay looked up, smiled. Kurogane couldn’t help but answer with a smile of his own. He shook his head. “Inventory will take even longer now, you know.”
Pairing: Kurogane/Fay (Characters by CLAMP)
Warnings: Rating - NC-17
Notes: Another pirates & bondage entry. This one is Kurogane's POV.
Inventory was probably the least interesting thing you could do on a pirate ship. And since pirate ships were filled with pirates, you couldn’t rely on any of them to do something uninteresting like inventory well.
This was why the captain stood below decks, paper and quill in hand, staring at rows of barrels and boxes. Not only could pirates not be counted on to do inventory, Captain Kurogane found, they also couldn’t be bothered to sort shit out when they brought it down to the storeroom. He’d already been working for a few hours by the time his first mate wandered down to his location.
Fay jumped down from the stairs and looked around the dusty room. “Hyu, what a mess. This’ll take you forever, Kuro-chu.”
Kurogane ignored him and kept writing. Fay was clearly bored and looking for something to do. If Kurogane expressed a reaction of any kind, there would be no getting rid of him. He opened a barrel and peered inside. Rope, tools, shoes, candles…and very likely a dozen other things. The captain found himself wondering if they shouldn’t stop raiding other ships until they sorted out their own. He sighed inwardly and started removing items, marking down what he found. He’d gotten halfway before realizing that while Fay hadn’t left, he also hadn’t heard from him. He risked a look around. He wished he hadn’t.
Fay was poking through the contents of a chest, looking mildly bored. He was wearing loose black pants, tied with a length of cloth instead of a belt. They were the pants, Kurogane noted, that were rather more like two pant-shaped panels than real pants. The legs were sewed together, but the front of the waist and the back weren’t, which meant slits on either side of his body showed off pale white skin. On top of that was a white shirt, held together by a single button somewhere in the middle of his chest, and a long black coat buttoned in a similar fashion hung over it all.
The reason he wished he hadn’t looked over, however, was that Fay had decided that his black cuffs and collar belonged to the ensemble. The sight of them made Kurogane’s pulse pound. Fay looked up just then and caught him staring. “What?”
“Your cuffs. And collar. I thought you weren’t going to wear those outside the bedroom.”
Fay flicked the silver ring at his throat absently. “I never said that.”
“It’s distracting,” Kurogane said pointedly, hoping Fay would take the hint.
“Too bad. I like wearing them.” He ran a finger along the inside of the silver loop.
Kurogane sighed, looked back at the list in his hand. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“No.” Fay moved from the chest to sit on a barrel, idly picked up a bottle of wine and examined the label.
For a few minutes, Kurogane continued to check off items, but when he looked up to check on Fay, he felt irritation rise in him. The blond was staring off into space, the ring on his collar flipped up and resting on his bottom lip. His tongue pushed absently at it, a slender finger pushed it back.
“Go take that thing off.”
Fay looked right into his eyes. “No.”
Kurogane sat perfectly still, surprised. There was a challenge in those blue eyes. Lust rose inside him all at once, unexpected and overwhelming. “I said, go take it off.”
“No.” As he kept staring at Kurogane, his tongue poked out to push the ring again.
Kurogane closed the space between them in seconds and yanked the ring away from Fay’s mouth. “You know it’s bothering me. Stop it.”
“No. I’m wearing it.”
Kurogane pulled hard, making the blond stumble to his feet. “No? You insist on wearing it?”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“Oh?” Kurogane spun Fay around and slammed him up against the nearest wall, caught both his wrists behind his back by the silver rings at his cuffs. “If you’re going to wear them, they’re going to get used,” Kurogane growled in his ear. He pressed his body up against Fay’s, one hand running up his side, slipping under the jacket and shirt. He attacked Fay’s neck, kissing roughly and sucking hard enough to leave marks to mar the white skin there. He slid his hand back down Fay’s body, slid it into the side slit of his pants. He found Fay already hard. “This is just what you wanted, isn’t it?” He gave Fay’s cock a squeeze, earning a moan from the blond. “We’ll see if you still fell the same way after.” He pulled away suddenly, freeing Fay’s wrists but taking hold of his collar. He began to pull him towards a nearby door. Fay hesitated. Kurogane simply pulled harder.
Through the door were the holding cells, strong cages. Fay was pulled into the furthest one. He took one look the chains that hung down from the ceiling and a hand moved up to touch Kurogane’s tentatively. “You know…I think I will take these off.”
“Yes, you will. After I’m finished with you.” Kurogane pulled Fay in for a kiss, a hard, thorough kiss that had the blond panting and leaning into Kurogane for support. Kurogane pushed his tongue into Fay’s mouth, tasting him, then he sucked at Fay’s bottom lip, nibbled it a little harder than was strictly necessary.
As he kissed Fay, Kurogane advanced slowly until he had Fay in the center of the cell. He broke off the kiss and calmly chained Fay, throat, wrists, and even ankles. The ankle restraints were bolted to the floor, and were old, soft leather or he wouldn’t have bothered with them. After he’d finished, he ran his hands slowly back up until he stood behind Fay, his mouth at the blond’s ear and his hands over smaller white ones.
“You’re still dressed.” As Kurogane whispered into his ear, he sensed Fay’s breath catch in his throat. He brought his hands down to Fay’s chest, moved them over the layers of fabric to rub against his nipples. Then he moved down to Fay’s hips, taking hold of them and pulling Fay’s body back into his, making certain the other man felt Kurogane’s erection against his ass. Then one hand slid around to the front of Fay’s pants, began to stroke him through the material as he thrust his hips slowly against him. He pushed his face into Fay’s hair, breathing him in and feeling the sweat that had already begun to dampen it.
“Kuro-sama…” Fay’s tone was pleading.
“What?” Kurogane growled. “You came down here dressed like this on purpose, didn’t you? You went and put that collar on, and those pants, and then came down here and said no.” He emphasized the last word with a sudden, hard thrust of his hips and Fay moaned. “You don’t say no to me, Fay.” He took hold of Fay’s cock through his pants and squeezed gently. “These clothes. The pants won’t get in the way, but the jacket and shirt…” His hands came up and pulled them open, buttons falling to the floor. He then took hold of the jacket at it’s seams and Fay gasped as it was ripped off him, the shirt following immediately after. Kurogane untied the length of fabric Fay was using as a belt and the pants slid down, falling around his ankles. “That’s much better.”
Kurogane moved around Fay to face him, knelt, took him into his mouth. Fay groaned, and Kurogane watched his face as he used his tongue on Fay, swirling around the head of his cock and teasing it’s tip. He stared right into Fay’s half-closed eyes as he moved his mouth down Fay’s shaft, as his hand cupped his balls and fondled them.
Fay’s eyes widened when Kurogane’s other hand moved up between his legs and began to massage the spot between his balls and his asshole. He continued to suck and lick at Fay, enjoying the moans and sighs he was drawing from the blond’s lips.
When he brushed a finger over Fay’s hole, he felt Fay move his legs further apart, even though the ankle restraints were already doing the job nicely. Kurogane pushed a finger inside, then two, as his other hand took hold of Fay’s cock. He sucked at the head, tasting pre-come on his tongue. He flicked at Fay lightly with his tongue, then quickly slid his mouth down Fay’s length as he pushed a third finger into him. He looked up into the blond’s face again and watched him pant, plead with his blue eyes almost closed in pleasure.
Kurogane took his mouth off Fay but continued to thrust his fingers. He held the blond’s gaze and deliberately brushed his fingers against Fay’s prostate, causing a gasp and a buck of Fay’s hips. He did it again, and then a third time, harder.
“Fay.” He brushed it again. “Don’t come.” Again. “I want to hear you moan for awhile.”
Fay did moan. And gasped when Kurogane’s mouth slid over him once more, as Kurogane’s fingers moved faster and pushed against that spot more firmly. When Kurogane’s other fingers circled around Fay’s cock and began to stroke quickly, it was over. Kurogane continued to push and stroke and suck until Fay was done, orgasm gone, nothing left but sweat and shaking muscles.
When Kurogane pulled away and removed his fingers, Fay whimpered. Kurogane stood and kissed Fay, thrust his tongue into his mouth, ensuring that the blond tasted himself. Kurogane’s hands were splayed on Fay’s chest, his thumbs brushing slowly over pink nipples. He began to pinch them gently as he took his mouth away from Fay’s, and moved it to his throat, kissing the marks he’d left there earlier. When he felt Fay begin to harden against him, his mouth trailed upwards to the blond’s ear. “I told you not to come. I told you I wanted to hear you moan for awhile.” His thumbs circled hard nipples. “You didn’t listen. So now you’re not going to come until I have you screaming.” He grinned as Fay groaned and thrust his hips into him.
Kurogane kissed down to Fay’s chest, where his mouth closed over one swollen nipple. His fingers played with the other as he sucked and pulled, pressed his tongue flat against it. As he switched to the other, he slid one hand down to Fay’s ass, letting his fingers trail down Fay’s spine to settle between his cheeks.
He had one leg between Fay’s, and when the blond began to rock against it, Kurogane pulled away. He walked around Fay, looked down at the jacket he’d thrown to the floor earlier with a sudden suspicion. He searched the pockets and found what he’d been looking for. For all Fay was unpredictable, he was still reliable. He opened the small bottle of oil and poured some into his hand. He got up, stood behind Fay. When he reached around and his hand took hold of Fay with a palm full of oil, Fay made a sound that caused Kurogane to shudder.
As Kurogane took his time with Fay, drawing more sounds from him, he used his other hand to undo his own pants and oil his own cock. He did so quietly. When he positioned himself and slid into Fay, the blond cried out and held onto the chains that held up his wrists. Kurogane matched his hands’ pace to that of his hips and buried his face in Fay’s hair as his free arm held him close. He began to whisper into Fay’s ear. “You feel so good, Fay…so tight, and so hot…” he began to thrust a little harder. “And you’re mine…” Fay began to cry out with every thrust of Kurogane’s hips. He was loud enough that Kurogane almost didn’t hear the noise as the door to the upper deck was opened and people came down the stairs. Kurogane’s free hand moved up to cover Fay’s mouth. He pushed all the way into Fay and stopped both his hand and his hips. He listened.
Someone, or rather, a couple of someones, were looking for him. And all they had to do was walk to the back of the storage room and look through the open door. Damn. As he waited for them to leave, Fay pushed back against him and moaned, the sound muffled by Kurogane’s hand.
“There’s someone out there,” Kurogane warned. Fay pushed back again. “You still want it? Fine. But not one sound.” Kurogane swivelled his hips, moving inside Fay but not pulling out. His hand began to pump Fay’s cock again, and Kurogane felt the blond’s tongue against his palm. He moved his hand, giving Fay two fingers to suck.
Though he didn’t want to be found, he made no effort to go easy on Fay. He honestly wanted to know how quiet Fay would be. Especially if…he began kissing the blond’s neck, began biting it softly. Fay tilted his head, offering more of his neck and throat to Kurogane, who grinned and went at it a little more roughly.
As he heard the crew members start to go back up the stairs, he began to thrust again, angling just right to make Fay grip his chains tighter in his effort to keep silent. Kurogane couldn’t resist the temptation to push Fay harder. He removed his fingers from the blond’s mouth. “How hard is it to keep quiet, Fay? How difficult is it, with me inside you? Fucking you?” Kurogane felt Fay’s throat vibrate under his lips, but not a sound escaped him. “How long do you think you can last? Because I love you like this. Chained, helpless…all I want is to keep you here. Keep pounding into you…” He felt the silent vibration again and suddenly wanted to hear Fay’s voice more than he wanted to test him. “…and I want to hear you.” Fay managed a strangled whimper, then began to let go, crying out in earnest.
Just as Kurogane sensed Fay was close to coming, he stopped. He stopped his hand, stopped his hips. Fay whimpered again, this time in frustration. Kurogane calmly continued to kiss Fay’s neck as he held him still, not letting him push back to get the friction he wanted.
“Kuro-sama…” the word became a moan as Kurogane began to move again, slow, deep thrusts. His hands wandered Fay’s slim body, running up his sides to rub over his nipples, pinch them gently. One moving up to caress his throat, the other down to pull him back to meet each thrust.
He gradually changed his pace until he was pushing fast and hard, and when Fay began to get loud again, he let himself hit that spot inside that did cause Fay to scream, just what he’d been waiting for. He turned Fay’s head, captured his lips in a kiss, and closed his hand around his cock once more. When he felt Fay’s muscles tighten around him as he came, Kurogane groaned into the other man’s mouth and let himself go as well.
He was barely recovered before he pulled away and moved around to Fay’s front, reached up and undid the chains that held him up. Fay fell against him, arms coming down to encircle his neck, blond head resting against his shoulder. He lowered them both to the floor and undid the ankle restraints. He held Fay close, nuzzling his blond hair. One of his hands toyed with the ring on Fay’s collar.
After a few minutes spent in silence, Fay looked up, smiled. Kurogane couldn’t help but answer with a smile of his own. He shook his head. “Inventory will take even longer now, you know.”