“Why not? You enjoyed it, I washed the evidence of that out of the bedsheets.”
“Please-”
“You’re lucky this is the only punishment I want to give.”
Aziphem felt his knees go weak, falling to the floor. Ko loomed over him, gently touching his head.
“You’ll learn to like this.”
Buckle clink and zipper pull were the sounds of pants undone, falling to the floor and leaving a half hard cock dangerously close to Aziphem’s face.
“You know you earned this for your little stunts. Acting out against me.” Ko pressed the cock against Azzi’s cheek. “If this is how I must break you I will.”
He didn’t have the energy to fight. ALl he could do was fall. Aziphem dropped from his knees to the ground, face pressed to the floor.
“Please angel- please- not again- I will be good.”
Ko paused, walking around Aziphem to come to the ground beside him. “You’re learning well. May this be the last time I have to be rough with you.”
Ko moved, straddling Aziphem’s ass. The little demon didn’t even have it in him to fight back beyond screaming as the cock slipped between his legs and inside of him. Hard tile pressed into his face, wet with tears as Ko began to fuck him into the ground.
Playing with the way Ko becomes enamored with Aziphem, seeing a bond forming through sex. I think Ko sees it as an opportunity for control and also a way to connect.
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Waking up was always the worst. A thick layer of cobwebbed confusion settled over Aziphem’s mind as he faded back into reality from the hell dreams of anesthetic sleep. Thick blankets covered his body, the only restraints on him and yet he still couldn't move. Pain from his abdomen stitches held him still.
“Oh my sweet little demon.” Hands touched Aziphem, warm and ungloved. They rested on his back, rubbing gentle little circles.
It almost felt good.
A small cry escaped Aziphem's lips as those hands, slender yet strong, lifted him like it was nothing. Starvation gnawed on his bones, leaving him skinny and light enough to be placed on Ko’s lap. The anesthetic hardly dampened the pain, but it left him woozy enough not to care too much.
“There there- this is much nicer isn’t it.” Sickly sweet affection pulsed in Ko’s words as he pulled Aziphem into his chest. The angel smelled of alcohol. Nothing good happened when Ko was drunk. He had been less and less reserved around them having sex, fingering him regularly to ‘prepare’ him. Prepare him for what? Aziphem didn’t want to know and yet had the sinking feeling he was about to find out.
Ko kissed softly at Aziphem’s head, mouthing around the base of his horns and into the shaved part of his hair. The anesthetic made movement sluggish, but Aziphem tried to catch the angel in his horns- to no avail.
“Oh don’t be that way when I am being nice.” Ko sighed, pushing Aziphem down onto his chest. “You’re safe with me.”
“Yourrrgonna- again-”
“Do what little demon?” A playful smirk as if Ko already knew.
“Wearnnt- havin sex-”
“Why not?”
The words hung in the air. If Aziphem was more sober he would have felt the fear in his stomach. Instead he just felt confusion.
“Yousaid- it was a mistake.”
“And yet- you have been better for me. This level of intimacy forms a bond.” Ko gently began to massage Aziphem’s shoulders. “And what better time than when you are… relaxed?”
“Im fucking- not good.”
“Then let me make you feel good.”
That brought a sobering jolt of fear and yet Aziphem failed to form a coherent enough thought to protest as his legs were spread to straddle Ko. A zip, shuffling of clothes, and skin on skin contact. Ko’s cock rested between his legs, sliding against his soft lips.
“Nnno-” Aziphem tried to pull himself off, only to slide to the side and be returned to his position by Ko. The angel undid his top and pressed Aziphem up against his skin.
“This is nice isn’t it? You must be so touch starved in that lab all day.” Ko ground against Aziphem, sliding his cock through his folds yet not entering him. “This will help our bond.
“Don- wannofucgin bond.” Aziphem tried weakly and faltered, pressing into Ko,
“See? You collapse into me. You need me.” Ko lifted Aziphem, changing his angle to enter him.
The thrust was coring, piercing through Aziphem’s center and into his stomach. He groaned as whatever surgery had been done when he was under was jostled by the intrusion. He heaved and gripped the angel, trying not to puke. His guts moved sideways and he once again pressed into Ko’s chest.
“N-n-no no-” his head was slipping sideways. Ko began to build rhythm, kissing his neck once again. Little nips teased the skin. Hand teased his clit and pulled pleasure out of the pain. He groaned and shuffled, trying to free himself and only yelped as he ground on the cock by accident.
“You’re just a little addled.” Ko pulled Aziphem in to his lap and kissed passionately, the bourbon on his lips staining Aziphems. “I have you. I have you safe. You can enjoy this.” He pressed in to his clit and massaged as he fucked.
And Aziphem hated that it worked. He groaned. Fought weakly. Tried biting. Only to be met with kisses and gentle touches and more pleasure on his sensitive clit.
“Ko please- I- I can’t- ah” He let out a breathy moan as he came, a dribble of squirt rolling down Ko’s cock. Thats what did it for the angel. Aziphem found himself on his back, hips lifted, pressed into the ground and being pounded as he screamed in - something.
Not that the scream lasted long before Ko kissed it off his lips.
The pace increased, aziphem digging his nails into Ko’s back as the angel ravaged him. Making out the whole time like it was true love. Everything delightful and painful. Stitches straining and head woozy. And with a stutter, it was over, hot and warm inside him. The angel pulled away and kissed again.
“If I have to sedate you to keep you this way- so be it.”
True to his courtesies, DeLore took his time making an appearance.
Fortunately, his delay gave Kaius time to think. Unfortunately, it gave Kaius time to think.
This sort of treatment wasn't unexpected from the captain, especially with their history. It was a method of control, meant to debase him, and as long as he knew that, it couldn't truly hurt him, could it?
His stomach twisted suddenly as the memory of the blond sailor’s touch fell upon him, the feeling only growing worse when he thought of what else may be yet to come, but Kaius fought back against it.
He had to deny them that. They couldn't have power over his mind, even if he had no protection for his body in this place. Whatever they did to him, he couldn't let them burrow into his thoughts like this, couldn't let them control his emotions, not even his disgust.
Yet the more he told himself it was so, the faster his heart seemed to beat.
Damn it all, calm down! He had leverage. DeLore was humiliating him because he knew Kaius had something he wanted and he was pitching a fit over it. Being stripped and tied down like this should be counted as a victory. DeLore was throwing a tantrum and he'd likely do worse than this, but it would be fine because at the end of the day, Kaius would be the one coming out on top.
He walked himself through the audience ahead once more, seeking comfort in his plan.
DeLore had to remove the gag at some point. The poisoning at Laufrey had drawn the captain’s attention, and that should give Kaius a little room to speak freely. He'd need to be careful when he did, to hint at more information just under the surface. Kaius knew what it was that DeLore truly wanted. A return to the Manaks' favor. Why else would he be attempting to deliver him back to the family keep?
He would sooner conspire against his family than return to them, but letting that revelation air could be dangerous. He'd have to gauge whether DeLore's pride outweighed his thirst for power and play his cards accordingly.
Kaius was startled out of his thoughts when the door at last swung open, and he hardly managed to quiet his expression into one of disinterest before the captain stepped into the room. The smile that crept across the man's face at the sight of him made him clamp his teeth tighter into the metal bit that held them apart, all too aware of how exposed he was.
Whatever happens here doesn't matter. Soon I'll be free of this place.
“I was shocked to hear you actually wanted to see me, Manak. I thought I was doing you a favor by staying away.”
Kaius, of course, couldn't respond. Undoubtedly this was why DeLore had him gagged. So he could gloat and preen uninterrupted.
“I must admit, you're a sight for sore eyes. I never thought I'd have the pleasure of seeing you like this.”
Taunting. He wouldn't let it affect him.
“My crew would agree. You're all they seem to talk about as of late. You're quite fortunate I had the foresight to forbid them from touching you.”
Hardly stopped them all, Kaius thought, but again clenched his jaw against any emotions tied to this vulnerability. DeLore wouldn't get what he wanted here.
“Just imagine,” DeLore said, leaning in close, “what would happen if I let them have free reign.”
His jaw ached. His fingers throbbed from how tightly he was curling his fists. Still, Kaius did not flinch away from him. DeLore pulled back, looking satisfyingly dissatisfied.
“You mentioned Castle Laufrey,” he said.
At last. They could stop playing games and get on with this in a civil manner. Kaius watched DeLore, expecting him to reach over and unfasten the gag, likely with a far rougher touch than was required. Instead, he hovered a few steps away, his hands clasped behind his back.
“You have news of the duke, I presume?”
Was he meant to play a game of charades about it? Kaius glared up at the captain. It would not be very civil of him to bite DeLore upon the removal of the gag, but by the hells would it be tempting—
“I know he was poisoned, Manak. I'm the one who sent the assassin.”
What?
This time, Kaius couldn't catch his expression in time, and he knew it. He could see it in the way DeLore smirked.
“Oh? You didn't know that? I thought you stuck your nose in everyone's business. Unfortunately for you, I learned my lesson the first time.”
What did Kaius have now? There was always more information, but he didn't have the time to think over which pieces could work and which could doom him.
“Even though you wasted my time, I am glad you asked for me,” DeLore said, the same smarmy grin still plastered on his face. “Otherwise, I may have never made the time to come and see you.”
What did he have, what could he do? Kaius's heart beat faster and faster as DeLore moved to stand over him, eyes lingering on his legs, then his torso. He couldn't help but flinch as the captain splayed a hand across his chest, thumb tracing the mirrored scars that crossed his ribcage.
“Shame you ruined these,” he said, flicking a nipple. “You used to have some shape, however small.” His other hand slipped between Kaius's thighs, and he thrashed against the ropes as DeLore cupped his groin.
“Mm, yet we're still in business here.”
Damn you! Kaius forced his eyes to remain open, his glare still trained on DeLore. Nothing that happens here will matter, it will all be over soon, it's a taunt…
But the captain didn't retract his hand, the pressure between Kaius's legs only growing firmer.
“All this makes me wonder if it would truly be worth it to hand you back to your blood. After all, what will that get me? A reward? A slap on the back? I don't need the approval of the Manaks.”
Then why am I here? Kaius wanted to shout, but he knew he wouldn't like the answer.
“Are you still a virgin then?” DeLore's attention was back on his body. “I'd assume so. Couldn't have anyone learning your secret now, could you?” He chuckled. “Unless you had no say in it."
Kaius’s stomach twisted sharply at the question, bile rising in his throat. It wasn't supposed to go this way. He could've… he should've done something different, he should've—
A cry escaped him as DeLore’s fingers pushed in without warning, pulling and twisting inside him.
“Nnh—” Stop, stop, stop.
“Not too loud or you'll make my crew want a piece.” DeLore was unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning the front of his pants, pulling himself free— Kaius squeezed his eyes shut at last. His body went limp as DeLore pushed his legs back, just about folding him in half, no part of him willing to move even though he probably could've kicked DeLore if he tried.
Kick out his teeth, Kaius thought as something cool and wet was smeared between his legs. Ruin that stupid smirk forever—
“Ahh–!”
DeLore jammed himself inside, too thick and too rough, angling himself back and forth as if he were forcing a woodsaw into Kaius. Pressure built within him as the man wormed his way deeper, then, with a grunt and a thrust, he broke past the last of the resistance Kaius's body put up. Something inside him tore.
Kaius cried out again as the captain began to thrust into him, sharp and quick, every movement feeling as if it were sandpaper inside of him and not—
This isn't how it's supposed to go, this isn't—
Wasn't supposed to happen.
Hells he wouldn't cry—shouldn't cry—over this, but Kaius could feel the wetness on his cheeks, under his eyelashes. DeLore’s fingers dug into his hips and the thing inside him twitched and shuddered like a dying animal, and then the man was off him. Sound of a buckling belt.
Was that… was he…
It shouldn't have happened. It almost felt like it didn't happen, like his mind still hadn't caught up, but the sting between his legs insisted otherwise.
It hurt, but the pain shouldn't matter. He'd had worse pains than this, he'd dealt with them, this shouldn't be so bad. Why was it? Why did it have to be?
“There, isn't that better?” DeLore's hand came down to mockingly ruffle his hair. “Now that you're nice and tame, I have a question for you, Manak.”
If only the ship would be sunk right now, if only they'd come under fire by pirates who would halve DeLore with a cutlass or a cannonball.
“Will you marry me?”
What?
Kaius wanted to laugh as much as sob aloud.
What?
At last, the straps of the gag were unfastened, the bit pulled from his aching jaw, only after it was already over.
“Damn you,” Kaius said hoarsely as soon as he was free of it. His body was wracked with a shiver, there was a sludge sticky between his legs and the mattress. “Damn you.”
“You’ve had me,” he said. “Now you'll get a taste of my crew.”
DeLore gave him a thin smile. “I thought you might say that. And I suppose it's unfair of me to pose the question before you've had a taste of both your options.” His voice was getting further now, and Kaius could hear him opening the door.
First bit of creative writing in four months so of course its smutty...
CW: alien sex, sex slave, overstimulation, fingering, forced blowjob, denied orgasm, weird alien sex jelly anatomy
Ryn’kal’s breath hitched at the sensation of a rough hand gripping the base of his tail. It pulled him back as the other graced its fingers across the green stripes on his bent back. He felt them move down the curve of him, brushing his thigh until it sneaked its way to between his legs. They were cold, rough in their search of and finally into his slit. The owner of the cold hand sounded amused with himself as he pushed his fingers further in, drawing out a moan that Ryn’kal struggled to keep stifled in his chest.
“Oh, you like that?” The one probing him asked flirtatiously, “Should I keep going then, pet?”
Not that Ryn’kal could say anything in protest now, not with the hard cock that he had his mouth closed around now.
“Make him do that again,” the one in front of Ryn’kal with a fist gripping his hair practically gasped out, “Louder, fuck…”
The one behind him obliged, pushing his fingers further in and stroking the slick inner walls of Ryn’kal’s hole. The hand that gripped his tail stroked a thumb up the length of it, seemingly in marvel at how pliable this creature was in his hands. Ryn’kal was aware of every sensation around him, the shaking of his knees, the fingers inside him, his upper hands holding the thighs in front of him while his lower arms held his own body up, the grip on his hair getting tighter with each second. His eyes watered, trying to hold back more sounds growing from the pit of his chest. The one gripping his hair pulled his head down harder on his cock, letting out the moan trapped in his throat.
“C’mon, you freak…” Ryn’kal’s eyes watered and burned at the sensation of the cock hitting the back of his throat. Even so, he kept his head in place and worked his tongue up and around the hot length. The sooner he could finish this one off, the sooner he could deal with everything else happening to him. These two, his master, the room next door filled with other guests from this stupid private party eagerly waiting to try out the master’s new plaything. The one behind Ryn’kal didn’t have any concern for his mental list of descending priorities.
“Lord Vonswan says there’s a little surprise with this new one,” he began pushing his fingers in and out, outlining Ryn’kal’s slit as he moved, “Made it sound like it was just designed for fucking.”
Ryn’kal whimpered against the invasive touch, wishing he could pull away if not for the grip on his tail. His grip on the thighs in front of him and the soft bedding below tightened, and he fought the urge to sink his teeth down on the cock in his mouth. Fingers pushed further in him, hooking down until he felt the ends of knuckles stretching him out. He knew what they were searching for, and couldn’t stop another moan escaping him as they came too close. He trembled from the sensation, the unwanted pleasure coming in too strong and too fast. He felt himself losing focus, threatening to slip under and lose what little control over his body he had.
“So fucking tight… Just relax, pet.” The fingers turned to firm, even strokes as they found their target deeper inside him. Ryn’kal whined softly and his knees buckled. Only his lower arms and the grip holding his tail kept him from collapsing into the other party goer’s lap completely, and even his arms were failing. His tongue working against the cock faltered for only a moment, but the hand holding his head pushed him back down until the work was done.
Before he could realize it, his nerves lit up and he cried out. Dopamine coursed through his body and he found his legs spreading further to give the fingers greater access to him. Between the hot skin of his legs, he could feel his own liquid beginning to run down, and he knew it would be some time before any of it stopped. The display of his loss of control must have been a sight to see once he heard a gasp of pleasure above him before the cock in his mouth finally came.
“Fuck, that’s hot…” All hands on Ryn’kal released and he collapsed on top of the bedding below. He coughed out the residual cum that dripped down from his lips. A wave of pleasure was still washing over him, leaving him almost shaking as it refused to die down. He tried curling into himself, hoping he could just ride it out as the slick feeling between his legs only got worse.
“Makes its own lube, then?” The one that brought on Ryn’kal’s reaction chuckled in amusement. “I’d say Lord Vonswan found a good one after all.”
“Please…” Ryn’kal let out a harsh whisper as the same hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back to his knees. The one that he had sucked off was already getting up, either going back to the party or adjusting himself to get a better view as this next one fucked him. It turned out to be the latter.
That was the least concerning thing to him at the moment. The guest behind him pulled his hips up and in alignment with his own. Ryn’kal could already feel the heat of his engorged cock pressing against him. No time was wasted at it thrusted in and began pumping into him. Ryn’kal stifled a small cry, keeping his four arms rigid and propped up to avoid sinking back into the bedding.
He could hear the two guests making comments about his performance, the ease of slipping in and out of him without much resistance. He didn’t hear any of it, the feeling of pleasure he so desperately wanted to stop beginning to overtake his senses. He hated the sensation, how good it felt having a cock working in him to draw out more cum, knowing how much his body would ache for more if it stopped. He didn’t try holding back any sounds now and let his throat ring with rhythmic huffs and moans. His tail started to curl into a spiral and sweat dripped down his skin.
“That’s it…” The speed of the thrusting increased and Ryn’kal dipped his head over. His eyes remained closed as he waited for it to end, hoping his own overwhelming sensation would end with it. But as a few final thrusts ended with a satisfied groan and a tighter grip holding him in place, it didn’t end.
More words were spoken, but he was now practically dizzy from the pleasurable sensation left unsatisfied in him. He caught himself on shaky arms as he was released, cold air hitting him from behind as the warmer body left. Despite the fatigue, he pulled himself back up to the head of the bed where softer pillows awaited him. He curled into them, not watching as the two guests redressed themselves and went back to rejoin the party.
Ryn’kal closed his eyes and tried to breathe slowly, knowing that more would likely come here in the next few minutes.
Okay fanfic writers, your mission, should you chose to accept it, is a filthy 100 word drabble, for any pairing, to be posted on Thursday, in time for American Thanksgiving.
cw: sex discussion, intimacy, implied past noncon, navigating consent
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“Are you sure?”
Ander’s eyes were downcast in a way that was almost shy. “Yes.”
The question had come at Benji like an apple falling out of a tree, unexpected and a little bit of a shock. 'Do you want to have sex?'
It wasn't… Well, it was a normal thing to come to eventually, right? They'd been living together for half a year now, and even though there weren't any official titles between them, they shared a quiet sort of affection that felt like more than just a roommate situation. Between the forehead kisses and the cooking for one another and the spending time together, Benji would call it something close to domestic bliss.
He didn't expect anything from Ander, really, he didn't. He had his little hopes and his fantasies and his ideas of maybe someday, but it always felt… distant. Not really possible. And he was fine with that, right? He didn't need sex to survive, and even just asking Ander for it felt wrong. Selfish. How could he even think about something like that after everything he'd gone through?
Okay, maybe it could be a little frustrating at times. Maybe he felt a little bit of a twist and an ache when they touched for too long and Ander pulled away, or when he extracted himself from Benji’s arms in the middle of the night and went to sleep on the couch. But he was almost used to that feeling by now, and he'd be a shitty person if he held it against Ander in any way.
…Was he equally as shitty for feeling frustrated, even if he never said anything about it? Sure felt that way sometimes.
But even then, he wasn't ready for the question, wasn't ready for the trial it would bring.
Already, there were too many questions of his own to throw back at Ander. Is this what you really want? Aren't you scared? What if you get a panic attack? What if you shut down? Those all sounded shitty too, in his head. Like he was trying to baby Ander, like he didn't trust him to know himself. Instead, he went with,
“We can give it a go. What… what do you want to do?”
He tried to make it come out normal, to not turn this into a situation where Ander had to think about anything in the before era, but he was afraid it was still tinged with a little too much concern. Is there anything out there we can do that he never used against you? Ugh.
Ander did meet his eyes then, just for a flicker. “What do you want to do?” he echoed back.
Benji resisted the urge to nervously shift his weight back and forth or clasp his hands or tug on his hair. Don't turn this into a thing.
…Wasn't it a thing? What he wanted. Was this just about him? Did Ander feel guilty? Had Benji been too openly pouty? Shit, had he said something that made Ander feel obligated to offer?
“I… I'm fine with whatever. Even nothing at all.”
“Rue…”
“I'm completely neutral on it all. You don't need to—”
“I want to.” He sighed, shoulders sagging like gravity was suddenly taking issue with his body. Benji sat on the bed beside him, gingerly offering his hand, giving Ander's a small squeeze when he laid his own in it.
“I want to,” he repeated. “I never… I want to move past it. I want to be more normal about it all.”
“Okay.”
“Just don't know how. Been thinking about it for a while. Think I should try.”
His sentences were getting more clipped. Was it nerves? The burden of having to explain himself? Either way, Benji knew his tone usually signalled a retreat. That alone made him want to call time-out on this whole thing, but… Would that solve anything? If Ander wanted to confront this, they had to start somewhere.
“Did you talk to Dr. Kang about this?”
Ander nodded, silent for a moment. That was good at least.
“He… there's… exposure.” Unlike Benji, Ander didn't fidget when he got anxious. If anything, he got more rigid, almost like he was trying to turn into stone. He didn't say anything, just gave him space to continue.
“Doing…” He exhaled slowly. “Do it in a controlled setting. Show my… my body. That it can be safe.”
Benji let the silence hang for a while. Ander still had trouble getting the words out when they related back to his own vulnerabilities. Old habits, he'd say. He was getting better at it though, better at talking through it.
“Okay,” he replied when nothing else came. “We can do that.”
But do what, exactly? Jumping right into sex seemed… not great, as far as ideas went. Was it better to have Ander pick? Or would it be more beneficial if Benji picked something?
“Sorry,” Ander said after another minute of silence in the room. “Didn't mean to spring this on you.”
“No, it's… it was just unexpected. It's fine. I mean, I'd love to help you with this.”
Those warm brown eyes fixed on him, looking almost puppyish as Ander tilted his head. “You… is it something you want too?”
It was about him, wasn't it? At least partially. Benji’s brain rushed to psychoanalyze those words. Maybe it feels wrong to live with someone and not have sex be part of the equation after his time with Vic, maybe it's you, maybe you've been unknowingly pressuring him—
Maybe he should try believing what he said first. Take it at face value, take everything else as it came.
“Yes,” Benji replied, planting a kiss on Ander’s knuckles. “Because I love you, and I secretly think you're really hot.”
The hint of a smile pulled on Ander's lips. “Secretly?”
“Okay, very openly, but who's counting?” Benji bit his lip. What to do? “Now I think… can I start by just touching you?”
“Touching me?” Ander quirked an eyebrow. “You touch me all the time.”
“A different kind.” He tasted lipstick, scraping off on his teeth. “Do you think you could take your shirt off?” He'd seen him naked before, a couple of times, but those were extenuating circumstances. Things that had to happen. Even in the dead of summer, Ander slept in a shirt and sweatpants, and when they went out, it seemed he covered as much skin as he could. It was a control thing, probably. A way to hide the story on his skin from strangers. Sometimes he wore a tank top at home, and sometimes he hung out shirtless for a minute or two before or after a shower, but the clothes always went back on fast.
“Only if you want to,” he amended when Ander gave him a look, but the other man shook his head.
“Should be able to do that much, right?” He tugged the collar of his shirt, but Benji cut in.
“Wait, wait, let's get a safeword first.”
Ander's mouth tightened at the corners. “Alright.” The face he made almost made Benji wonder…
He knew what that was, right? It felt ridiculous to even consider. It wasn't like Ander was super sheltered or ignorant, and he didn't want to assume, but…
“So,” he said, shifting on the bed and smoothing his skirt. Tactful way to explain it without being patronizing or making a big deal… “We can decide on a word together, and if either of us says it during sex, or whatever it is we decided to do, everything stops.”
“Yeah.”
“Sort of a check-in word, yeah? Like if I say… I dunno, bubbles, that just means we stop whatever we're currently doing and make sure we're both okay. Maybe talk through it before we start again, or maybe call it a day altogether.”
Tiny smile. “Bubbles?”
“Yeah, it's the first thing that came to my head.” Benji smiled back. “Did you wanna pick the word, or..?”
“I like bubbles. Works just fine.”
“Pfft, alright. Bubbles it is.” He laid a hand on Ander's “Just say the word and everything will stop, okay? Promise I won't mind.”
He waited for the nod, giving his hand a little squeeze. “Okay. Do you… want to leave your pants on for the first time?”
Ander shrugged. Did that mean… well, they could just leave it for now.
“Okay. You can close your eyes if you wanna. Or leave them open, I don't really care.”
Another shrug. Ander didn’t look at him, but Benji could tell he had something to say. He waited.
“I…” He was getting rigid again. Anxious. “Can you pick? What I do? I… don't know.”
Oh, this must be overwhelming for him. Benji gave a quick nod. “Yeah! Sure. Uh. Go ahead and lie down on the bed, on your stomach. Um.” What would be more comfortable? “Close your eyes?”
Ander tugged off his shirt, then did as Benji said, picking up his legs and falling onto his stomach with his eyes closed and his arms at his sides.
“Alright.” Why did he feel so nervous about this? It was literally just… touch. Just gentle touch, and was that really so crazy when Benji had already cradled a naked and barely conscious Ander? Well. Yeah, because that was a fast moment, full of fear and adrenaline. There hadn't been time to think. This was intentional, an agreement between them, something Ander wanted.
Something they wanted.
“Okay, uh. I'm gonna start now. Hands incoming.” Man, he sounded awkward. This felt awkward, but he didn't want to jump in headfirst. He laid a hand on Ander’s back, feeling the skin jump a little under his palm.
“Aaand cool, now the rest of me is incoming,” Benj announced as he climbed onto the mattress. “Are you comfortable with me straddling you?”
“Just do it.”
Well that tone didn't exactly spark joy. “Are you sure? If you're not—”
“Just… touch me. Do what you want to. You don't… don't need to tell me what you're doing, or ask. Just do it.”
Was that what he wanted? Benji was trying to go as slow as possible, but maybe it was taking Ander out of the moment. “Okay. I'm—” He stopped himself. Just do it.
It felt wrong, climbing onto Ander without a word, touching him without asking, but that was what he wanted, right? Was it about the feeling of normalcy? Of not being treated like a spooked horse who needed to be guided through everything? That was all… he could think about it later. They could talk about it later. Right now, Benji was rigid too, too rigid to really be in the moment, to really see Ander, to enjoy this.
He wanted to enjoy this.
Benji took a deep breath, then another, letting the air out slowly and willing the knots in his chest to untie themselves. They could enjoy this.
He settled over Ander, readjusting himself into a more relaxed position, laying his palms on the warm brown of his back. So many scars there, obvious even when he closed his eyes; gouges and ridges and raised lines, intersecting like a city map, like lightning bolts. Something he felt conflicted about calling pretty, in their own way. The things and the people that had put them there weren't pretty, but they didn't have to be tied to that every time he looked at him. They were just… Ander. Just another part of him.
Benji exhaled softly, rubbing gentle circles along Ander's shoulder blades, feeling the slight jump of muscle under the skin. He spread his fingers, curling them around the sides of his ribcage and sliding down towards his hips, slow and steady, taking in the warmth and shape of him.
Beautiful.
“Bubbles,” Ander whispered.
Shit. Benji jerked his hands back, scrambling off him as quick as he could and dropping to a kneel beside the bed. Ander's eyes were on him when he looked up, sharp, brow furrowed.
“You okay?”
“I'm sorry,” Ander glanced away. “Just… wanted to test it.”
His knee-jerk reaction was a feeling like rejection. Didn't he trust him? Did he really think Benji would hurt him like that?
He forced himself to breathe, to hold the thoughts back and not speak until they faded. It wasn’t that. He knew it wasn't that. He wanted Ander to feel safe, and if testing the emergency stop made him feel safe, that was okay.
Benji found his hand, giving it a small squeeze. “It's alright. But that does mean it's time for me to check on you. How are you doing? How does that feel?”
“Feels…” he shrugged, and Benji could swear his face flushed the tiniest bit. “Good. I like it. Just… jumpy, I guess.”
“That's okay.” Benji leaned in until their foreheads were touching. “You want me to keep going?”
“Um,” Ander swallowed, lashes fluttering against Benji's cheek. “Could… could you kiss me?”
Suddenly Benji's heart was fluttering too, raw energy, nervous but not unpleasant, coursing through him in a way that made him feel jittery.
“I—" He swallowed too, trying to get his voice in order. "Yes, yeah, I could— can.”
They'd had forehead kisses. Cheeks and hands and even goofy things like Benji's bruised up knee or the collar of Ander's shirt. But even with all those, even with the time they'd spent together, they'd never…
They moved together; Ander sitting up on the bed, Benji rising from his knees and leaning in. Their faces were already so close, but the shift in context made Benji's face hot. He felt like a kid again, all of a sudden, nervous and shy and afraid of fumbling even though he'd done this a million times. Their lips brushed, a brief heat, but it was enough to make Benji's head spin.
“Rue?” Ander whispered, his breath a puff on his cheek. Benji was going to fucking melt.
He went for it then, soft and slow, no pushing, no pressure. His hands settled on Ander's shoulders without much thought, but the tension under his skin seemed lesser now. Benji ran a hand down his arm, finding Ander's once more and lacing their fingers together. He didn't pull back until he needed to breathe, their noses bumping as he angled away.
“Is that good too?” he murmured. Ander looked at him past thick lashes, his eyes brighter somehow.
“Yeah,” he said, squeezing Benji's hand gently. “Yeah, it's good.”
Content: rape, stripping, captivity, sexual torture, spanking/bdsm (nonconsensual)
Victim swearing under their breath as captor tells everyone to "leave me and whumpee alone for a bit".
Soldier taking advantage of the fact that victim is a prisoner and rapist is their guard. Pinning their shackled body against the wall and whispering, "you backtalked the wrong guard, sweets." And then they start pulling their pants down.
Noncon as torture. Tying whumpee in a sitting position with their rear off the edge of the chair, and leaving canes, paddles, sexual torture implements, next to them, setting them down one at a time. When victim just hides their face and shudders (crying, refusing to speak), torturer then offers their body to the guards, to take turns and do whatever they want to them. (If you wrote something like this please let me know I'm interested)
Smack. "I know you can cry louder, whumpee, don't make me force it out of you."
"how about this... Convince me to fuck you, and we'll go from lashes to little love taps, hm?" Smacks their ass with the handle of the whip. "Like that. Doesn't hurt as bad, does it?"
Walking around bound, blindfolded whumpee and tapping body parts with a paddle to make whumpee flinch
Shuddering, silent tears afterward, alone in a cell on the ground, still half-naked and slimy, bleeding.
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