This was a prompt from Sassy Saz over MSN which was basically this;
Prompt: smut - but can be on fanfic so not MA - there is howince and handcuffs. You have till 10 past
Soooo I don't normally read or write smut so it's not really pornographic xD I can never write smut
This is more beyond fluff but no where near porn if you get what I mean?
Anyway...It's a short drabbly prompt for Sassy Saz, feel free to read or to pass :) xx
Disclaimer as per: I own nothing Boosh related, I hardly even own the idea for this I suppose xD
Dedication: Sassy Saz as stated
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Handcuffs
An empty bottle of wine lies on the floor along with one glass surrounded by a pool of sticky wine while a second stands proudly empty on top of the coffee table.
Clothing lies strewn on the floor abandoned in a hot passion or maybe in a drunken fumble only minutes before, the bedroom door slammed in haste while breath mingled together on the necks of each other, their flesh sweating and their breathing synchronising.
A cheeky grin resting on the younger man's drunken but oh so attractive features only spurs the older man on more as they tumbled down onto the bed, the smell of Wine mixing with human sweat and a want for clumsy intoxicated sex.
The younger man reaches over his partner, his best friend in fact, and pulls open a wooden draw, the contents slide about as he pulls the handle with a force of desperation. His hand searches frantically inside shifting through the general useless trinkets, make up, creams and even condoms while his mouth and tongue are busied with other business. His fingers brush against the familiar softness of fur, a grin spreading across his lips interrupting and somewhat distorting the on-going kissing. A soft sound of tinkling metal echoes into the room joining the mix of breathing and squeaks from the old bed frame, the younger man's hands wander toward his best friend's and grasps them lovingly yet in a kinky and surprising way.
With a click, he stops his kissing and pulls away smiling down at his friend who is now helplessly handcuffed to the metal headboard of the bed, a cheeky grin also playing at his lips.
Softly the younger man twirls and runs his finger across the soft flesh of his friend and now 'prisoner' and begins laying down simple kisses starting at the neck turning them to loving bites devoting himself to leave his mark before the night is through. As his kisses trail further down the alcohol begins to wear off but it's stench hangs thickly in the air of the humid bedroom, the breathing quickens its pace so he quickens his kisses until he reaches down past where his friend's waistline of his trousers would usually lie. Then in a softly swift movement he begins his drunken pleasurable tormenting on his still drunken friend deep into the night in the privacy of their empty flat.