***Friendly reminder: New prompts are closed. This is me still trying to get through my 2016 pile before the year ends. Tendershipping with Spider prosthetic porn was a request from a Tumblr anon***


Bakura wrinkled his face. "Does this have a woman in it? I don't want to watch it."

"Oh, come on," Ryou said as he waited for the video to finished loading to his laptop. "Yugi recommended it. The spider prosthetics she wears are really creepy and realistic."

"I don't want a woman in my porn, I don't want a spider in my porn, and I sure as hell don't want to watch porn that Yugi's seen."

"Just let me watch it for the special effects and then we'll watch something else to get into the mood, okay?"

Bakura rolled his eyes, dropping down onto their bed as if he were too tired to argue or sit up.

"Whatever, but we'd better watch something hot afterward."

"I'll look up some DP videos as soon as this is over."

"Who said I was into that?" Bakura snapped, still flat on his back with his arms splayed out.

Ryou laughed. "Oh please, I see your browser history."

"Why are you creeping on my history?"

"Because you pick some good videos." Ryou winked. "And it's kind of hot jerking off to a video I know you jerked off to the day before."

Ryou's brazen talk managed to pull a flush across Bakura's cheeks.

"You fucking dirty perv."

Ryou crawled over the mattress until he loomed over Bakura. "Am I?"

He twisted Bakura's nipple through the fabric of his shirt, grinning when Bakura started to squirm. Ryou dipped down, testing his teeth against the softness of Bakura's neck. Bakura gasped, always weak against bites to the throat. Ryou fumbled with the button to Bakura's jeans.

"Mmmmm, maybe I should just pretend I'm a spider and tie you up in my web. My black rope came in yesterday. It'd look good on you."

Bakura hitched up. He didn't care what Ryou did as long as he kept biting at his neck and fumbling with his cock like he was at that moment. He nodded his head, giving enthusiastic consent to the notion.

Ryou scrambled off of the bed, rushing to his bedroom closet where he stashed all his hanks of rope. He pulled out three black bundles and dashed back to the bed.

Ryou's mouth dropped open and his eyes grew bright and excited. "Oh my god, those really are incredible prosthetics."

"The hell?" Bakura sat up, confused by Ryou's statement.

He'd forgotten about the porn playing beside them. He noticed a woman, skin so dark it gleamed near-indigo in the camera light. She looked like a centaur, but instead of a horse's flank, she had a round arachnid's abdomen and eight jointed legs.

"Bullshit. That's CGI."

"No, it's an actress in prosthetics."

"No way. That looks to … yeah, fucking creepy was the right word." Bakrua shuddered. "Who jerks off to this?"

"People who love good special effects, I guess." Ryou chuckled. "Oh gross. This is making my skin crawl. I love it".

"You are fucked up, Ryou.".

"Pfff, you put me through unimaginable horrors and then ridicule me when I watch a harmless, fake video."

"Is it time to watch a real porn yet?"

"Nope. We're watching this until the end."

Bakura scrolled the mouse down to the bottom of the screen. "This is twenty five minutes long!"

"Well, I guess they wanted to get their time and money's worth for all the work they put in."

Bakura groaned, slamming his head back against the mattress. It only made Ryou laugh more.

"Don't worry. I think I can distract you to where you forget all about the scary spider."

Ryou ripped Bakura's shirt over his head and tugged his pants off. When Bakura was nothing more than a sleek, jagged, naked form, Ryou held his wrists together and fastened them in a double column bind. He kept glancing at the laptop, watching the spider tie men up in white, web-like thread and "devour" them with blowjobs.

"It still blows my mind how horrifying the legs look," Ryou said, working on a decorative harness on Bakura's chest. It had no function as far as bondage went. With Bakura, Ryou kept his rope work to aesthetic knots and designs, keeping only his wrists actually bound.

Bakura kept glancing and turning away. "It's dumb."

"Yeah? Why do you keep staring?"

"I'm not sure," Bakura glanced back to the laptop.

Ryou smacked the top down, shutting off his computer.

"I thought you wanted to watch the entire thing?" Bakura asked.

"Yeah, I did, but … I think I like my web-work better than hers." Ryou looked down at the contrast of black silk rope against white, white skin. "I'm getting my camera."

Now Bakura laughed. "Great. I wanted to watch some porn and somehow became the porn."

Ryou started to flash shots at Bakura from different angles. "The others will love these, especially Marik."

Bakura flashed a grin, hitching his hips up and seducing the camera lens with a rust-colored stare. "Think so?"

"I'm confident of it."

"Do I look that good?"

"Yes."

"Then put the camera down."

"A few more." Ryou stood on top of the bed to get a bird's eye shot of Bakura in his harness.

When he was done, he set the camera aside and started to suck at Bakura's nipples. Bakura flexed his chest, pressing up against Ryou's mouth and sighing.

"I bet you give a better blowjob than that actress."

"Is that what you want?"

Bakura flashed another grin. Ryou shifted down to Bakura's cock. It was still hard from Ryou's earlier toying, and the thought of Marik staring at his photos. Ryou teased around Bakura's cockhead with his tongue, flicking and with his tongue and kissing with his lips.

Bakura's wrists were tied, but his hands were free, so he reach down and yanked at Ryou's hair, trying to cram his cock fully into Ryou's mouth. Ryou continued to tease Bakura for a moment longer so that when he did drop his mouth down to Bakura's base, Bakura gave a deep-throated grunt of lust at the feeling.

"Yes … Ryou … yes, more, mmmmm…"

Ryou began to suck, bobbing his head fast and allowing the tip of Bakura's cock to hit against the back of his throat. Bakura tugged Ryou's hair harder, groaning louder, hitching faster. His cock plumped in Ryou's mouth, the veins bulging. With a howl of pleasure Bakura released into Ryou's mouth. Ryou sucked down every last drop before pulling back and looking at Bakura, eyes closed and wisping, chaotic hair scattered everywhere. He couldn't help but grab his camera for a few more post-orgasm pictures. Bakura smiled, too sleepy and content to put on a sarcastic grin.

"You're gorgeous."

"Whatever."

"Hey, you look like me. Are you saying I'm not gorgeous?"

"Oh, shut up."

Ryou traded his camera for a bottle of lube, generously applying a layer to Bakura's asshole and pushing his fingers inside for a quick prepping. It wasn't long before Ryou was hooking Bakura's legs on his shoulders so he could angle downward and penetrate Bakura at one of his favorite angles. Bakura raised his hands over his head, gripping his pillow as best he could with his hands bound. His shouts echoed through the room.

Bakura was tight and hot. The lube let Ryou slide in and out with just the right amount of friction tugging at his cock. He kept his eyes open so he could watch the way Bakura writhed beneath him as he pounded into Bakura's flesh. Ryou started to whimper as his groin tightened and a strong orgasm swelled up within him.

He came and dropped Bakura's legs back down to the bed, making sure he untied Bakura's wrists before he lay down and closed his eyes. Ryou heard the soft click and whir of his camera. He opened his eyes and saw Bakura above him taking pictures.

"Vengeance?"

"You know that's my real kink."

Ryou smiled, gesture for Bakura to come closer. He sat up and pulled Bakura in his lap, pressing their faces together so they could be in the shot together.