One of Those Nights
"Have you been a good boy?"
Eagerly, Voxden grins and tests the handcuffs which bind his hands behind hsi back. "No," he purrs, his voice rumbling in his chest. "I don't think I've been good at all, 'Zo." His eyes rake up Ienzo's pale frame, made all the whiter by the dark, tight, and very revealing outfit he wears. That fact that it's a short sirt and corset combo make it all the more arousing for him.
Amd Voxden? Just a collar and a pair of pants so torn, he might as well not be wearing anything at all. "Nope, I've been bad to a lot of people..."
"I can tell," Ienzo says in a low voie, his eyelids falling half-shut as he tilts his head to teh side. Bending at the waist slightly, he guides Voxden's chin up with teh tip of a riding crop. "Showing such terrible disrespect to me... Whatever shall I do, hm?" His eyes slowly and hungrily move up Voxden's bare chest, and the Nobody feels a sharp sense of delight that he's the one making Ienzo feel this way, act this way... And damn if it doesn't make him feel a little hot and bothered, too.
"Maybe you should punish me, my king," he suggests, licking his lips as he eyes the riding crop eagerly while it moves down his chest. "If I'm so disrespectful... I only deserve it."
"True." To Voxden's disappointment, the riding crop moves away from his skin, only for Ienzo to suddenly straddle his lap. The twitches he makes with his a** against Voxden's crotch has the redhead gasping and flushing while Ienzo just lazily wraps his arms around Voxden's neck. "But you've been good for me, haven't you? Doing all those bad things, just for me..."
"Yes," Voxden moans, twitching his hips up desperately. "Yes, yes, all for you, always for you, please, just- I want you, please-" He leans forward, captures Ienzo's mouth in a kiss-
In an instant, the Heartless is off of him, and there's a sharp smack as the riding crop is slapped against his face. Not that it bothers Voxden; he's gone through worse fights, after all. What really bothers him is how Ienzo is no longer on him, near him, pleasuring him- That's what makes him bite his lip pleadingly as the riding crop once again guides his chin up. "And that's why you're not being rewarded, my precious knight," Ienzo says, tapping his own mouth with the tip of the crop. "We're going to have to do something about that disrespectful attitude of yours..." Casually, the riding crop is tossed aside in favor of a leash, which is quickly clipped to Voxden's collar and wrapped around tight the headboard of their bed. Smirking, Ienzo runs his fingers up Voxden's throat and to his chin, where he swipes his thumb across his lower lip. Then, he takes a fistful of the other's hair and jerks Voxden's head up. "Think you can wait 'til then?" he asks, so close Voxden can't stand it.
"No," the Nobody whimpers, which only draws out another smirk from Ienzo.
"Too bad," he says in a sing-song voice before capturing Voxden's mouth in a brutal kiss. When he moves away, Voxden's face is pure red, and he's panting heavily. The warm breath feels delicious across Ienzo's throat and collar bone, and he relishes the sensation for a moment before he moves away, grabbing a nearby ball gag and wrapping it around Voxden's mouth. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll give you your reward," he teases, removing Voxden's glasses and watching as the Nobody goes impossibly redder.
An amusing thing about Voxden, really: how close he is to his glasses. Once removed, the Nobody isn't so confident... Although he still treats them as an extension of himself. And that's what Ienzo is counting on. Teasingly, he places one of the legs inside of his mouth and draws it out slowly, his tongue following suit as he draws it out on the muscle. As expected, Voxden groans and bucks his hips, eyes locked on everything Ienzo does. Not done yet, Ienzo draws the tip down his chest, circles it around one of his nipples and gives a drawn out and exaggerated moan at his own actions. Voxden moans wantonly at the sight, and tries to edge closer, only to be stopped dead by the tight grip of the leash attached to his collar.
Pleased at the reaction, Ienzo places the glasses to the side and crawls over to Voxden, placing his lips besides his ear. "Did you like that?" he whispers, running a hand up Voxden's chest. "Well... You'll like what'll happen next even more, or maybe you won't. After all..." Ienzo takes the lobe into his teeth, and feels Voxden shudder underneath his hand. "It won't be you inside of me, making me moan and gasp and c**..." When he pulls away, Voxden is staring imploringly at him, terrified at the prospect of some one else laying claim to his Ienzo but aroused at the Heartless' words.
Ienzo just smirks and reaches down for something that's besides the bed. When he straightens up, there's a dark red vibrator in his hands, which he waves tauntingly at Voxden. "I wonder," he says aloud, faux-oblivious to Voxden's wide eyed gaze as he follows the vibrator, "if it's possible for you to c** just by watching me pleasure myself. A fun little experiment, don't you think?"
Just the very image is enough to make Voxden moan.
Ienzo just beams, looking far too innocent for some one engaging in BDSM.
It's going to be one of those nights.
