So writing this as a request and I'll admit I don't know loads so... yeah...
Here goes nothing...
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Today was a good day, the bed was warm, birds were chirping so the sun was probably shining, but no that wasn't the reason that today was a good day. Today would be a good day because he had nothing better to do than to laze in bed all day, maybe occasionally using his frog for target practise, and mind-blowing make-up sex of course.
That was of course until he went to move.
At that moment he knew that today would not be a good day. The annoying clinking when he tried to move his arm was clue enough of that. The metal of the cuffs felt rather oppressive now he was aware of them, and the slight ache of his shoulders told him he'd been in this position, oblivious, for quite some time. He wasn't oblivious to the slight dipping of the bed, the lithe figure crawling closer, closer, the fingers that trailed lightly over his cheek, the tape stuck over his mouth before he had time to yell.
He stared up into those blank eyes, glaring in a way he hoped screamed 'just you wait!' Rather than the pitiful cry of 'let me out of these things' that he felt. Fingers ghosted over the tape, over his lips, his chin his neck, unhindered by the glare. A feeble jerk on the cuffs brought a warmth to those eyes, just a glitter of amusement deep within.
"Oh no senpai. Not this time."
Deft fingers danced over skin, goosebumps left in their wake, below the sheet over his body...
Before he realised he was bare, the sheet thrown away, his clothes discarded so much earlier. He could feel the heated gazed raking over his body. He watched helplessly as Fran divested himself of the shirt he was wearing, hands moving involuntarily, cursing as he couldn't touch, before lips pressed gently on the tip of his nose.
"Trust me."
A chaste kiss on his tape-covered lips.
"I want you to know how I feel."
Lips trail across his neck, soft nips and soothing lips, travelling down his chest.
"I want you to know the sweet torture..."
A bite just above his hip, the soft sucking leaving a mark, a soft smile, a lick of the lips.
"I want you to..."
Soft fingers trailing carelessly across his hip bone, teasing... promising...
"...know..."
A promise fulfilled as they find their mark.
"...just how..."
Gentle strokes driving him into madness.
"Complete you make me."
He feels the body slithering over his own, all that soft skin and the chains clinking, he yearns to touch. Those soft lips against his cheek, fingers trailing downwards, lower, lower until they find their destination.
It was sweet torture, just as he'd been promised, every touch, every caress filled with emotions he couldn't comprehend, those soft lips against his neck, opened mouthed-kisses with the intent to mark, those soft pants and gasps against his skin.
When all was done he stared down at the man asleep n his chest and smirked. He'd have his revenge when his cuffs were released.
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...And now I'll get out of this fandom and not come back *shuffles off*