Gaara was mentally cursing himself at the moment. Cursing himself, his momentary lack of concentration, and his shaking body. He had no idea where he was, due to the fabric over his eyes. He could tell what it was by the metal strip digging into his forehead. And it was seriously pissing him off that someone had used his own headband to blindfold him.
Okay; so he had that figured out. He could tell that he was trapped, it felt hot and humid where he was, so therefore he came to the conclusion it was a very small room, and he was trapped. He tugged in his arms, but felt them restricted by heavy metal chains.
Although he had concluded almost all of his situation, he had no idea where he was, why he was there...or who brought him there. Or why his ass was tingling.
He could hear a faint buzz, followed by a trembling sensation inside him that was causing him to shiver uncontrollably as a undignified moan escaped his lips.
He gasped sharply and went slack in the binds as he felt his skin burning, scorching a trail to his rapidly hardening shaft.
His head jerked up as he heard a door slam.
"So you're awake."
Gaara panted in reply. His rear felt numb...pleasurably so. And he was soaked in sweat, and what he hoped was his own sperm. He knew his thighs were coated with a hot and thick liquid, and he wasn't wounded. So therefore, what else could it be?
He could sense the other person in the room kneel behind him, he felt the skin of their chest brushing across his back, and realized belatedly that he was naked; but so was the other man in the room.