Ellisandre
Their boy blushed, water cascading over his long hair. He gathered it up in his hands and started washing. “I was fine.”
“You were in a building that’s rigged to blow.”
“It’s been rigged for years. I’ve rigged parts of it.”
“The only one allowed to hurt you is me. That way I know it’s done properly.”
Sevastyan snickered. “So Rei’s not allowed to bite me?”
“Rei’s mine by extension.”
Sevastyan gave them a look of fond exasperation.
For the next several minutes they were treated to a rare show of their boy cleaning himself for them.
They had plans. Namely their teeth in his ass, and his shoulders.
Rei’s love bites were still visible, beautiful marks that offered inspiration.
They should buy Sevastyan’s boy chocolate and send him roses.
As Sevastyan finished, they stripped off, hanging their clothes on the hooks provided. Sevastyan switched places with them, rubbing away water with a towel much too small for him. While they showered, Sevastyan cared for his hair and brushed his teeth.
“Bed,” Ellisandre ordered as they came out of the shower. “Ass up, face down.”
Their boy pouted, actually pouted. “You already left marks.”
“I’m leaving more marks.”
Sevastyan mock groaned, but his lips were twitching towards a full-blown smile as he sidled past them in the tight space and threw himself on the bed.
Ellisandre took the moment to watch him unobserved as he arranged himself, long, strong limbs bent and braced against the duvet.
Tomorrow everything would be dangerous and fast and deadly.
Right now, their boy was bratting and smiling and being brave.
He was—the realization hit them in the chest—he was trying to live.
With them. Possibly even for them. He’d danced with the devil and flirted with death and now he was offering them life.
They strode to the bed and crawled up the mattress, grabbing Sevastyan by his thighs. “Mine.”
He yowled as they sank their teeth into his sit spot. “Elli.”
Ellisandre smirked and grabbed his cock, squeezing it. “Guess what I brought.”
Sevastyan whimpered. “Rope.”
“Yes. Roll over. This is getting tied up.” Pity it wasn’t one of their special ropes, but considering this was a mission, they’d refused to risk any of them. Run-of-the-mill natural hemp was the only version on the menu.
Sevastyan shivered. He flipped over, his cock still in Ellisandre’s grip, and lay on his back, eyes bright, hair loose around him, legs open. Ellisandre smiled down at him. Almost shy, he gave a real smile in return.
Ellisandre settled on the bed, sitting cross-legged between Sevastyan’s splayed thighs. Tying was meditative. And intimate. Sometimes playful. Unlike leather and chains, rope required those involved to slow down, to exist with each other in the same time and space.
They started at the base of Sevastyan’s cock and anchored the tie, then moved down to his balls, pulling them away from his body with one loop, then drawing them apart and tying them separately.
He groaned softly, eyes falling shut as the skin over his gonads drew tight from being stretched and molded by the rope.
Then they returned to his cock, looping more rope around his length as he hardened under their hands.
They tied it off, enough pressure applied to keep him engorged for a long while.
Their fingers played over his glans and he shifted, twitching as their fingers danced along his length.
It was warm with blood now and flushed with color.
Ellisandre hummed in the back of their throat, pleased. “Let’s see how long I can play with you.”
Sevastyan’s eyes fluttered and he turned his head towards them. Ellisandre smirked and dragged their fingernails down the inside of his thigh. He tried to snap his legs closed, but they were in his way. His back arched and he gritted his teeth as their fingernails neared the back of his knee.
By the time they were done with him, he was going to need another shower.
They leaned down and licked his trapped and engorged length.