“Safe word?” Fell said. He was standing next to the bed, holding one of the leather restraints that looped around from underneath the bed.
“Uh… how ‘bout ‘pineapple’?” Stretch lay naked and sprawled on the bed, his magic already starting to pool in his pelvis at just the thought of what Fell was about to do him.
Fell nodded his approval as he placed the cuff over Stretch’s wrist and secured it in place. He then moved around to the other side of the bed to do that one and then both of Stretch’s ankles. “How is it?” he asked after securing the last one.
Stretch tested them by tugging against them “Good.” Not too tight and not too loose. It would get uncomfortable if he were stuck here for long enough but he’d be good for a long while.
Fell made a small sound of approval as he carefully pulled his gloves off and placed them on the bedside table. He deliberately took his time to torture Stretch with the wait because he was an asshole like that. He then sat on the bed and raised an ‘eyebrow’ as he looked at Stretch’s pelvis and the magic coalescing there. “Already turned on huh?”
“Is that really that much of a stretch to believe?” Stretch grinned – their nicknames were a never-ending source of entertainment.
Fell fake groaned. “How many times have I told you not to make puns when we’re having sex?”
“We’re not having sex yet though so it doesn’t count.”
“We’re about to so it counts. So, if you make one more bad joke I’m going to leave you like that for a while.” He would too; he’d done so a couple times in the past. Stretch wasn’t going to push it today even though most of his jokes weren’t bad and Fell knew that, though he’d never willingly admit it.
Tied Up
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