The rough fabric chafes his wrists every time he as much as breathes, tied tight enough to almost stop the circulation to his hands. They feel numb and cold, not like his own - in a way they aren't, because tonight every choice has been stripped from him, like the clothes pooled by the bed. He is on his stomach, teeth clamping onto the half torn pillowcase, as Hugh eases his fingers into him, slick and warm and familiar. Two first (it's been long since he needed one to start off with), then another, twisting and oh god, again and again. Frankie tries to push himself down on them, needs more, but there's no purchase and he can't get enough and.. - "Lie still," Hugh growls in his ear. A desperate moan escapes his mouth as Hugh pulls the bounds impossibly tighter, and he tries not to come just yet.
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dancing_serpent
Hugh/Frankie, bondage
Date: 2008-09-08 11:50 am (UTC)He is on his stomach, teeth clamping onto the half torn pillowcase, as Hugh eases his fingers into him, slick and warm and familiar. Two first (it's been long since he needed one to start off with), then another, twisting and oh god, again and again. Frankie tries to push himself down on them, needs more, but there's no purchase and he can't get enough and.. -
"Lie still," Hugh growls in his ear. A desperate moan escapes his mouth as Hugh pulls the bounds impossibly tighter, and he tries not to come just yet.