atmosphere - final fantasy vii/advent children - final fantasy in general - 19 restraints
final fantasy vii/advent children, rude/reno.
"rude is used to reno and his demanding ways."
nc17, sex, for the prompt "restraints" (19).
rude has become very, very good at doing one thing, lately: tying him up. reno doesn't know if that's a blessing or a curse. he blesses it right now, as the restraints dig into his wrists and he struggles. he wants to touch rude, make him gasp. make his eyes widen. all the little reactions worth a thousand words and more. a thousand pictures worth a thousand words each. ecstasy.
he yanks against the rope one more time, giving in to it. his hips tilt up, lift up, pushing up eagerly into rude's mouth only to be frustrated by strong hands on his hips and a lack of leverage. his ankles are tied, too.
rude is used to reno and his demanding ways.
not that reno doesn't want the restraints anyway: to be helpless is to be vulnerable, to be vulnerable is to be exposed. rude's gaze had crawled like slow fire over his skin before he'd started sucking his cock, and that had been as good -
he breathes rude's name to the thick atmosphere. thick atmosphere. thin atmosphere. either way, he can't breathe. can't.
can. gulping in the air as rude lets him push up more, crying out into it louder than he wanted to, louder than he thought he could, and more coherently. normally, he says what he thinks. now, though. now rude has to coax it from him.
but he will beg.
"rude is used to reno and his demanding ways."
nc17, sex, for the prompt "restraints" (19).
rude has become very, very good at doing one thing, lately: tying him up. reno doesn't know if that's a blessing or a curse. he blesses it right now, as the restraints dig into his wrists and he struggles. he wants to touch rude, make him gasp. make his eyes widen. all the little reactions worth a thousand words and more. a thousand pictures worth a thousand words each. ecstasy.
he yanks against the rope one more time, giving in to it. his hips tilt up, lift up, pushing up eagerly into rude's mouth only to be frustrated by strong hands on his hips and a lack of leverage. his ankles are tied, too.
rude is used to reno and his demanding ways.
not that reno doesn't want the restraints anyway: to be helpless is to be vulnerable, to be vulnerable is to be exposed. rude's gaze had crawled like slow fire over his skin before he'd started sucking his cock, and that had been as good -
he breathes rude's name to the thick atmosphere. thick atmosphere. thin atmosphere. either way, he can't breathe. can't.
can. gulping in the air as rude lets him push up more, crying out into it louder than he wanted to, louder than he thought he could, and more coherently. normally, he says what he thinks. now, though. now rude has to coax it from him.
but he will beg.