kinkfest | Dangerous Game [07-Ghost, Castor/Frau, R]

Title: Dangerous Game
Author: arizonaicerose (Saku)
Rated: R
Warnings: light bondage, sexual situations (nothing too graphic)
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Summary: Ever since they first met years ago, every night has always been the same, done under the guise of innocent nighttime meetings. A dangerous game that had started suddenly years ago. A game that neither can ever quit.
A/N: Hm I hope this comes out how the prompter wanted, I had too much fun writing this one!
Prompt was: - 07-Ghost, Castor/Frau: bondage - punishment is its own reward

Strings dig into pale wrists as hips roll enticingly on the mattress, snowy sheets sliding lower on the naked body. A tongue darts out wetting dry, chapped lips as a broken moan slips from the bound man’s mouth, blue eyes rolling back as lids flutter shut.

Ever since they first met years ago, every night has always been the same, done under the guise of innocent nighttime meetings. A dangerous game that had started suddenly years ago. A game that neither can ever quit. Though the bed has changed, as has the what has held the man down, it has become a ritual for them. One that they can replay word for word, action for action even during the hot summer day.

Fingers turn at pages in the book, as eyes scan the pages feigning boredom. An act that would be more be believable if the book was not upside down (and if the reader had been the type to actually read porn). Instead his golden brown eyes focus, staring out of the corners, at the man who is currently arching violently on the bed.

The sheet slides lower down naked hips and Castor can only stare as he silently traces out the planes of skin exposed for him. He takes in the flat, chiseled stomach (it would be unlike Frau to let his body become flabby) as he allows his eyes to caress at the soft, pale skin before trailing lower. Golden brown eyes take in the curve of the man’s hip and swallows hard as he tries his hardest to not pull the sheet the rest of the way down.

Moaning Frau arches again as he pulls himself slightly, arms straining against the strings that bound him to the headboard. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead as he tries to ignore how excited his body is becoming at being tied down. Being bound to the other man’s bed.

“Oh god,” Frau whimpers as he rolls his hips. Shocks slide along his body, licking each nerve ending as the soft sheet teasingly rubs against his growing erection. Hips roll again- he swears they are moving on their own now- as he moans at the sensations that run along his spine before crashing into his brain.

“…god…” He pants again as his body arches again into the sheets. His mouth falls open as he pants, legs shakily separating on their own.

Blond bangs shift as Frau rolls his head to the side, cheek pressing into the soft pillow as he stares pleadingly at the other man that sits silently on the edge of the bed. His eyes silently beg for more.

It is against the rules for him to actually cry out for relief. The punishment being more then what he can stand.

Frau remembers the first time that he had been bound. The already ruined Bishop-in-training robes were further ripped until they made four perfect bounds. It had happened faster then he could have ever expected; one second he was listening to Castor grumble about how they would have to take the test a second time, then he found himself bouncing on the bed one arm tied down. Before he could comprehend it, Frau found himself bound. He also had learned that begging for relief brought worse punishment (namely being gagged while the other man ‘suddenly’ had to go to the library for several hours).

Teeth gnaw on the inside of his mouth as Frau swallows the pleading words that try to force their way out. He is too far along to be left alone, naked and bound (and excited). Instead he tries to convey his feelings silently.

Moaning deep in his chest Frau arches in a perfect arc, his heels pushing into the mattress as his head falls back. The sheet teasingly rubs against his erection, and Frau cannot stop the cry that falls from his lips. Legs spread further apart as blue eyes plead to the golden brown above him.

Finally the book is forgotten, as slackened fingers let the porn fall to the floor. The cover thuds slightly, the false hard cover bouncing the book shut. Castor barely registers the book that has fallen, as he stares at the other man. A leg is swung over the arching and moaning man.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Golden brown lock and hold blue in an unwavering gaze. A hand drifts dangerously close to the other man’s erection under the thin sheet.

Frau tries to arch into the hand, wants to feel his friend’s hand on him, but the weight on his thighs make any movement possible, leaving him arching his chest up. Swallowing Frau wets his lips again as he feels the lust in him build.

He wants to kiss the beautiful lips above him…wants to beg for a kiss (but it would break another one of their many rules in this dangerous game).

Instead he nods. “Yes,” his voice is weak. Soft and broken.

And that is all it takes for that delicious hand to cup his covered erection. A broken cry falls from his mouth as Frau digs his heels into the mattress. As soon as he feels the weight leave his thighs (as Castor kneels above him) Frau thrusts into the hand, his mind giddy with excitement.

Carefully Castor leans down until his face is a breath away from the panting bishop’s under him. His left arm curls around the other man’s head, fingers tangling in the blond locks. Fumbling he slides his right hand under the sheets, that have ridden even lower, and fists Frau’s erection.

Another broken cry breaks through his lips as Frau starts to thrust his hips harder. He knows- from experience, from the years they have played this game- that Castor will never help, it is up to himself to find the release his body craves.

Heels dig into the mattress as Frau thrusts one last time into his friend’s hand before crying out. Eyes flutter shut as he bites on his lower lip, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh as he comes, his seed covering the sheet.

Gasping he falls back onto the bed limp, fingers letting their death grip go. Faintly above him he can feel Castor move around and soon his hands are freed. Carefully he slides them down the mattress and refuses to look at the thin red lines that mar his pale wrists. He has seen them before, knows what they look like. And he knows that by the time he heads back to his bed they will be gone; invisible until the next time they play this game.

The bed shifts, mattress dipping before raising again and Frau lets his head fall to the side. He finds just enough strength to gaze, through half lidded eyes, at the other man that quickly stumbles to the attached bathroom.

And Frau wishes for once that they could bend the rules. That they could actually finally kiss (he wants to feel the other man‘s lips against his chapped ones), that they could finally hold each other (he wants to feel more then a convenient quick one way hand job), that he can actually bring Castor to an end with his own hand (he hates how Castor dreams about him but Frau is never allowed to touch him). But, at the same time, he likes this dangerous game too much to change it now.

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Sucky end! Ack I just could not figure out how to end this sucker…