Ficlet: Kinky (1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle/Prompt: "Kinky" from the 28-fics-meme (30 actually)
Pairing: Orlando/Eric for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
astrojen
Author:salixbabylon
Rating: R for kink
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Ropes crossed Eric's wide torso, geometric shapes framing perfectly formed pecs and lats. The aesthetics were lovely; that shibari was also practical was an extra bonus.
He shifted slightly, feeling the ropes bite into his skin, abrading it. Orlando was so good at this: they were tight enough to leave lines, patterns that would last for a few hours. Tight enough to struggle against, even a big man like Eric, and not be able to get free. Not have to hold himself in check.
Alone in the room (but probably observed), he thrashed around. Just for the pleasure of it. The embrace was firm and comforting. Not to mention arousing as hell.
By the time Orlando returned, standing in front of him encased in the midnight leather trousers that Eric knew by smell, Eric would already be flying. Orlando's voice would sound distant, far off, like nothing to be concerned with. Of course Orlando could make him focus, and would.
Eric was never sure if he liked being called back into his body, jarred into it with the pain of nipple clamps, pinches, and slaps. Leaving his dark, dreamy shadow world of peace to come back to this one, even for the pleasure and pain Orlando twisted together for him so expertly.
Of course he liked it, loved it; the high at the end made this anticipatory one feel like nothing in comparison. Still, he appreciated being given these moments to float, to drift, to let go. It was a taste of what was to come, at the end.
After the torment.
Early on, he had spent this time anticipating, waiting to see what would come next. Fretting. Worrying. Working himself into a state, praying for Orlando to come back to him. To not leave him here. Alone. Afraid.
Now, Eric knew he had nothing to fear. Orlando would come back and would do whatever he wanted to Eric's body. It would be exquisite and possibly agonizing.
Cradled in the ropes, Eric knew peace and serenity as he waited. Patient.
Surrendering.
~end~
Pairing: Orlando/Eric for
astrojenAuthor:
salixbabylonRating: R for kink
Word Count: 341
Disclaimer: Complete fiction. I am implying nothing about the real sexual preferences of the actors herein. Absolutely no disrespect is meant to them.
Ropes crossed Eric's wide torso, geometric shapes framing perfectly formed pecs and lats. The aesthetics were lovely; that shibari was also practical was an extra bonus.
He shifted slightly, feeling the ropes bite into his skin, abrading it. Orlando was so good at this: they were tight enough to leave lines, patterns that would last for a few hours. Tight enough to struggle against, even a big man like Eric, and not be able to get free. Not have to hold himself in check.
Alone in the room (but probably observed), he thrashed around. Just for the pleasure of it. The embrace was firm and comforting. Not to mention arousing as hell.
By the time Orlando returned, standing in front of him encased in the midnight leather trousers that Eric knew by smell, Eric would already be flying. Orlando's voice would sound distant, far off, like nothing to be concerned with. Of course Orlando could make him focus, and would.
Eric was never sure if he liked being called back into his body, jarred into it with the pain of nipple clamps, pinches, and slaps. Leaving his dark, dreamy shadow world of peace to come back to this one, even for the pleasure and pain Orlando twisted together for him so expertly.
Of course he liked it, loved it; the high at the end made this anticipatory one feel like nothing in comparison. Still, he appreciated being given these moments to float, to drift, to let go. It was a taste of what was to come, at the end.
After the torment.
Early on, he had spent this time anticipating, waiting to see what would come next. Fretting. Worrying. Working himself into a state, praying for Orlando to come back to him. To not leave him here. Alone. Afraid.
Now, Eric knew he had nothing to fear. Orlando would come back and would do whatever he wanted to Eric's body. It would be exquisite and possibly agonizing.
Cradled in the ropes, Eric knew peace and serenity as he waited. Patient.
Surrendering.
