Double-drabble: Anticipation
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amediaTitle: Anticipation
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Word Count: 200 (a double-drabble)
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Warning: References to BDSM.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Prompt:archon_mentha did me a kind favor, so I promised her a drabble and she gave me a very hot prompt! Glitch/Cain, prompt: Glitch (or Ambrose, any variation) ties Cain up. I decided to make it a sequel to Kink. Also posted here.
Cain tugged experimentally with his right arm. The restraints held. Glitch had adjusted the new handcuffs carefully, saying that he wanted Cain to be comfortable.
"You do?" Cain had asked, surprised.
"I don't want pesky discomforts interfering with what I plan to inflict," said Glitch firmly. "Are you warm enough?"
"Yes," said Cain.
Glitch ran a single finger possessively down Cain's spine as if testing the temperature of his bare skin. "You're shivering."
"That's not from cold," said Cain. That's anticipation.
Cain heard Glitch moving away, gathering up equipment from elsewhere in the room. Although Cain was free to move his head, he couldn't see what exactly Glitch was doing through the black silk blindfold, tied with infinite gentleness over his eyes. He focused instead on sensation; the slippery satin of the sheets underneath him, the exquisite softness of the velvet-lined cuffs around his wrists and ankles, the fragrance of the incense that Glitch had tossed into the fireplace.
Glitch came closer again and Cain forced himself to wait silently, not to ask. Would it be the paddle? The flail? Or simply an open hand? He felt the movement of air change suddenly above him, and braced himself for pleasure.
Author:
amediaWord Count: 200 (a double-drabble)
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Warning: References to BDSM.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Prompt:
archon_mentha did me a kind favor, so I promised her a drabble and she gave me a very hot prompt! Glitch/Cain, prompt: Glitch (or Ambrose, any variation) ties Cain up. I decided to make it a sequel to Kink. Also posted here.Cain tugged experimentally with his right arm. The restraints held. Glitch had adjusted the new handcuffs carefully, saying that he wanted Cain to be comfortable.
"You do?" Cain had asked, surprised.
"I don't want pesky discomforts interfering with what I plan to inflict," said Glitch firmly. "Are you warm enough?"
"Yes," said Cain.
Glitch ran a single finger possessively down Cain's spine as if testing the temperature of his bare skin. "You're shivering."
"That's not from cold," said Cain. That's anticipation.
Cain heard Glitch moving away, gathering up equipment from elsewhere in the room. Although Cain was free to move his head, he couldn't see what exactly Glitch was doing through the black silk blindfold, tied with infinite gentleness over his eyes. He focused instead on sensation; the slippery satin of the sheets underneath him, the exquisite softness of the velvet-lined cuffs around his wrists and ankles, the fragrance of the incense that Glitch had tossed into the fireplace.
Glitch came closer again and Cain forced himself to wait silently, not to ask. Would it be the paddle? The flail? Or simply an open hand? He felt the movement of air change suddenly above him, and braced himself for pleasure.
