Raizel lends a hand to Frankenstein with his recovery.
When Frankenstein's eyes open, he finds himself in his bed, blinds drawn and the room bathed in a soft blue glow of his curtains. He turns his head to the side to gaze at the brightness lurking just behind the thick cloth and takes a deep breath through his nose. Something shifts under his head and that's when he realises that his pillow is softer than usual. He looks up, surprised, and finds Raizel's eyes watching him.
"Master—"
Raizel holds a finger to his lips. Then his hand descends into Frankenstein's hair, gently untangling the knots and snags, combing it out until it rests smoothly against his shoulder. Frankenstein cannot move, cannot close his eyes, so he just watches, entirely breathless, the way Raizel's attention is solely focused on the task at hand. His touch is tender like Frankenstein's infinitely precious, breakable, and the slightest pressure might shatter him – which it might, right at this moment, because of how much he's put into Raizel's hands.
He's afraid of not being able to put himself back together by the time Raizel's done with him.
Raizel's fingers flutter hesitantly over Frankenstein's face, pausing to ascertain Frankenstein's state of mind. As if he can deny his Master. Raizel sighs above, then cups his face and brings their faces together in a soft, fleeting kiss. Raizel's hair tickles his cheek and he presses his forehead to Raizel's neck. He feels it through his skin when Raizel swallows and pulls away.
He opens his mouth again, only to be silenced by the look on Raizel's face. He does not move – he's not allowed to – but he does point to the cabinet next to their bed where the requisite items are kept. He wants them. His entire body aches for it, now that he's thought of it, being in Raizel's care right now. Raizel's eyes follow the movement and he acquiesces, replacing his lap with a pillow to gather what Frankenstein needs.
In the end, he returns only with the silken ropes which he then ties around Frankenstein's wrists. Frankenstein tests the give and then nods, relaxing back on the bed for Raizel to do whatever he wants.
"Close your eyes, Frankenstein," Raizel tells him once he's done arranging Frankenstein's limbs to his satisfaction. Since he feels no discomfort, he supposes it's entirely for his benefit anyway.
He nods and closes his eyes.
Raizel undoes his clothes, taking his time to undo each button carefully and his hands brush against Frankenstein's skin more and more. Raizel's fully aware of his sensitive spots, knows how to turn Frankenstein on without even touching him where it matters the most, and by the time his pants come off, he's already half-hard. Frankenstein tenses slightly, half in anticipation and half in impatience as all touch is withdrawn for a few moments. Then, a hot puff of air hits the apex of his thighs and Frankenstein almost opens his eyes in shock.
Warmth settles between his legs as soft, impossibly soft lips brush against the inside of his thighs, right next to his groin. There are fingers too, then, skimming over the dip of his bones and grabbing onto his body as Raizel holds him down. Frankenstein draws a shaky breath as Raizel presses his cheek to Frankenstein's erection, now painfully hard, and nuzzles it.
"Ma—'
"Don't talk, Frankenstein, and keep your eyes closed."
It's a direct order, so Frankenstein cannot disobey. There's only one way out now as they both know it, but Frankenstein is reluctant to use it because he's not uncomfortable. Even so, he wants to look at Raizel's face, wants to see that intent gaze now turned on him like that. In the next moments all thought flee from his mind as Raizel pulls back the foreskin with his hand, then licks at the sensitive head of his cock. Frankenstein shudders, clenches his fingers together into a bloodless grip and bites his lip. This isn't the first time Raizel has done this to him, but he's never had to hold back himself from looking without the aid of a blindfold.
No, this is far more intimate because the only thing holding back from Frankenstein breaking Raizel's order is his willpower. And Raizel is slowly eroding every single shred of control Frankenstein possesses.
Raizel swallows him up, pushing him into his velvet-soft and hot mouth, making Frankenstein buck a little from the sudden onslaught of sensation. They have barely begun and Frankenstein already feels on the edge. He digs his nails into the fleshy part of his palms, hard enough to bleed and tilts his head back. His toes curl and his heels drag against the bed as Raizel starts moving his mouth over Frankenstein's cock. Frankenstein can readily imagine that elegant arch of Raizel's mouth, now stretched wide against the girth of Frankenstein's erection, and that tongue pressed flat against the underside – he can feel it in every inch of his skin.
His teeth break through the skin of his lip and flood his mouth with the taste of his own blood. Raizel can feel it too, he's sure of it, because if anything it seems to spur Raizel on to suck harder, move faster. The thing most paramount to him right now other than the fast-approaching orgasm is the order Raizel has given him. He must not speak. He must not open his eyes. He must do it at any cost – he repeats it over and over in his mind.
And then Raizel brings his hand down, pushes his fingertip into his asshole. It slides in easily, slick and warm from Raizel's saliva and Frankenstein's fluids, and unerringly finds his prostate. Frankenstein scrunches his eyes shut harder and struggles not to make a sound. Raizel for his part moves his finger inside Frankenstein's body in tandem with his mouth, relentless and insistent as if nothing else matters to him – and maybe it doesn't.
Just when the word teeters on the edge of Frankenstein's tongue, read to spill, Raizel's presence brushes against his mind, instantly calming him despite everything. The next command is not verbal but Frankenstein has no trouble parsing it. He flops back on the bed, letting go entirely and comes, splattering his cum inside Raizel's mouth and face. The pleasure wrings through his body, leaving him boneless on the bed. His eyes fly open of their own accord, though it's all right now – he's been permitted to do so, and he stares at the ceiling blindly as the waves of his orgasm recede.
The bonds that keep his wrists close together come undone, sliding away and he reaches down to pull Raizel up when he feels like he can move. Raizel lets him, tucking himself into Frankenstein's side and simply holding him. When he's done gathering his breath back into his body, he holds Raizel's face to make him look up.
"Master, let me—?"
Raizel shakes his head. "No need, I already came."
"You did?" Frankenstein stares. "When?"
"When you came," Raizel says, smiles a little and it's breathtaking. "In the last second, I had opened my bond with you to tell you to let go, and I was hit by what you were feeling. That seemed to have helped."
"Oh," Frankenstein says.
Raizel kisses him, licking away the blood away from his already healing lip and Frankenstein feels Raizel's power stir within his blood. His body is responding the way it did the day they'd made the contract and the mere thought makes him keen a little.
"Do you feel a little better?" Raizel asks, lips still brushing against Frankenstein in soft, almost not-kisses.
"Yes, Master," Frankenstein says, overwhelmed. At last he understands and that does little to help the hot thing lodged at the back of his throat.
"Then sleep. I'll guard your dreams today."
When Raizel places his palm over Frankenstein's eyes, he closes them obediently and settles against Raizel's shoulder to sleep, to rest, and let himself heal, reassured because Raizel will be there when he wakes. And that's all he needs.