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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Sometimes, Frankenstein needs help letting go.
Contains: Restraints/bondage
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 505
Total word count: 19,633
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein flexed his hands as Muzaka finished tying them to the headboard. With every breath he took, he felt the press of the collar around his neck.
"How's that?"
Frankenstein exhaled, tugging at the restraints. Tried to, anyway. There was no give.
He could escape, of course, but he would have to use more strength than normal.
Or he could ask Muzaka to stop.
He didn't think he would need to, but this situation was different from their usual arrangement. Frankenstein was used to their arousal after spars and their intimate moments after it, fast-paced and their hearts already thundering.
This was...uncertainty and anticipation. Neither of them had tried this before, so it would be interesting to see if it would work.
"I am at your mercy," Frankenstein said, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Hm, this may be harder than he thought.
Muzaka chuckled, trailing fingertips down Frankenstein's torso.
Frankenstein arched at the touch, frowning when the restraints held him in place. He wanted to touch Muzaka, to reciprocate, not be held in place. Helpless.
Muzaka straddled Frankenstein's hips, resting his hands on Frankenstein's stomach as he studied him. His hair brushed Frankenstein's skin, tickling him slightly.
A part of Frankenstein squirmed. He didn't like being in the weaker position. Yes, he had been in this exact same position after spars, but that was after giving as much as he got, only losing by a slice in some cases.
This, he'd given up willingly. Because Muzaka thought he needed it, to just not think for a while.
Muzaka's hands were warm against his skin, and Frankenstein heated more at the contact, arousal curling just above where Muzaka was sitting.
Muzaka's nostrils flared slightly, and he chuckled lowly, rubbing a thumb over Frankenstein's skin.
He wasn't used to this. Not being in control.
"You okay?" Muzaka said, still circling his thumb.
"Still...acclimatising." Being like this chaffed at Frankenstein. He exhaled, trying to relax as much as he could. "Keep going."
"Hnn..." Muzaka leaned forward, bracing a hand by Frankenstein's head. He bent down, kissing him. Muzaka's hair fell, creating a curtain around them.
Frankenstein's eyes fluttered closed, focusing on Muzaka's lips on his, hearing his breathing, so so aware of Muzaka's other hand tracing up his torso.
He wanted to touch Muzaka back, to make him gasp just like he was doing right now.
But...that was the point here.
He needed to let go of his control, to let Muzaka direct what should happen.
Muzaka pulled away, but kept close, their breaths intermingling. "Better?"
Frankenstein hummed, lifting his head just enough to brush his lips against Muzaka's. "Yes." It was going to take a while for him to let go after always fighting for control for hundreds of years and they both knew it.
And from Muzaka's slow grin, the rumble in his chest, Muzaka was going to enjoy every second uncoiling him.
Summary: Sometimes, Frankenstein needs help letting go.
Contains: Restraints/bondage
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 505
Total word count: 19,633
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein flexed his hands as Muzaka finished tying them to the headboard. With every breath he took, he felt the press of the collar around his neck.
"How's that?"
Frankenstein exhaled, tugging at the restraints. Tried to, anyway. There was no give.
He could escape, of course, but he would have to use more strength than normal.
Or he could ask Muzaka to stop.
He didn't think he would need to, but this situation was different from their usual arrangement. Frankenstein was used to their arousal after spars and their intimate moments after it, fast-paced and their hearts already thundering.
This was...uncertainty and anticipation. Neither of them had tried this before, so it would be interesting to see if it would work.
"I am at your mercy," Frankenstein said, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Hm, this may be harder than he thought.
Muzaka chuckled, trailing fingertips down Frankenstein's torso.
Frankenstein arched at the touch, frowning when the restraints held him in place. He wanted to touch Muzaka, to reciprocate, not be held in place. Helpless.
Muzaka straddled Frankenstein's hips, resting his hands on Frankenstein's stomach as he studied him. His hair brushed Frankenstein's skin, tickling him slightly.
A part of Frankenstein squirmed. He didn't like being in the weaker position. Yes, he had been in this exact same position after spars, but that was after giving as much as he got, only losing by a slice in some cases.
This, he'd given up willingly. Because Muzaka thought he needed it, to just not think for a while.
Muzaka's hands were warm against his skin, and Frankenstein heated more at the contact, arousal curling just above where Muzaka was sitting.
Muzaka's nostrils flared slightly, and he chuckled lowly, rubbing a thumb over Frankenstein's skin.
He wasn't used to this. Not being in control.
"You okay?" Muzaka said, still circling his thumb.
"Still...acclimatising." Being like this chaffed at Frankenstein. He exhaled, trying to relax as much as he could. "Keep going."
"Hnn..." Muzaka leaned forward, bracing a hand by Frankenstein's head. He bent down, kissing him. Muzaka's hair fell, creating a curtain around them.
Frankenstein's eyes fluttered closed, focusing on Muzaka's lips on his, hearing his breathing, so so aware of Muzaka's other hand tracing up his torso.
He wanted to touch Muzaka back, to make him gasp just like he was doing right now.
But...that was the point here.
He needed to let go of his control, to let Muzaka direct what should happen.
Muzaka pulled away, but kept close, their breaths intermingling. "Better?"
Frankenstein hummed, lifting his head just enough to brush his lips against Muzaka's. "Yes." It was going to take a while for him to let go after always fighting for control for hundreds of years and they both knew it.
And from Muzaka's slow grin, the rumble in his chest, Muzaka was going to enjoy every second uncoiling him.