Vincey-boy, tie Jonah to the bed just to scare him
CW: fear of noncon/implied noncon, forced partial nudity, noncon touching
‘Time for bed,’ Vincent declares, shooing Jonah up the stairs.
The older one is already dressed for the night and keeps a wary eye on his captive as he changes into his pyjamas.
‘Can you not…?’ he mumbles weakly and turns around; undressing in front of the other man will never be anything but uncomfortable for him, even after all this time.
‘Nope,’ Vincent grins, ‘You’re a sight to behold and I will cherish every little second.’
With a sigh, he closes the buttons of the pyjama top, walks over to the bed – and stiffens as he notices the rope in Vincent’s hands.
‘What are you-’
‘Lie down.’
He shakes his head and takes a step back.
‘What are you going to do with the rope?’
‘You’ll find out soon enough. Lie down.’
He wants to object, but he doesn’t dare to, so he lies down, already dreading whatever is about to happen now. With practised hands, Vincent starts winding the rope around his wrists and ankles and eventually fastens it to the bedposts. Jonah starts trembling.
‘Wh-...what are you doing there, please… why are you…’
‘Shhhhh,’ Vincent smiles and bends over him, slowly opening the buttons of his pyjama top.
‘No, no please…!’ he whimpers, squirming and writhing in his restraints, trying but failing to escape the unwanted touch.
It’s happening. It’s finally happening. A cold hand starts touching his chest and leaves him panting heavily.
‘Please Vincent, don’t…please don’t! You promised-’
‘Oh, did I…?’
He runs a finger along the pale skin, enjoying the way Jonah trembles and pleads until he finally sits up again, a big grin forming on his face.
‘Just teasing, honey. Nighty-night!’