All Hail the King
By Nori
Yanagisawa/Sanada
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am merely playing in Konomi-sensei's sandbox.
Notes: For Rue! ... . I'm sorry, Tenipuri fandom. A bit of background Rue and I have coined the nickname "Asshat Pony" for Sanada. Moving on... One day in a chat room I was asking our friend Ebby to give me Yana(gi)Sana roleplay, and Rue randomly popped into the conversation by saying "DUCKYPONY?" I told him wrong YanaSana but he said it needed to be written and so... Yeah. I can't deny him anything so I wrote it for him. The bondage-ness was his idea >.>
It was dark, and he couldn't move more than five inches anywhich way. It wasn't a feeling Sanada Genichirou particularly liked; hands bound above his head, legs spreadeagled and exposed with ankles tethered tightly. To top it off, a blindfold tied tightly over his eyes. In his mind there couldn't be anything worse than being bound naked and hunched over, and knowing there was someone else there.
Someone who hadn't said a word to Sanada's protests, calloused and unfamiliar hands running over near every inch of the Rikkai player's body; trailing over the dips and curves of toned muscles and overly sensitized skin. He couldn't help but let out a guttural moan as long fingers curled over his growing erection, breaths reduced to gasped pants and low groans as slick fingers entered him.
Slowly working in and out, a twist or twinge here and there as another hand worked along his cock; tugging and teasing him to full hardness. He could feel the weight of someone leaning over him; hear soft pants and the slurps of a tongue dancing its way up his spine, lips and teeth latched onto the back of his neck and circling around, bites and nibbles making their way up his neck and jaw.
Despite a desperate struggle and many vocalised protests, his tormentor did nothing more than hum and pant just a bit when he pushed in; hips jerking forward to run flush against the taut skin of Sanada's ass. "Unn.." Came a vaguely familiar voice, but with everyone he'd run into or seen he couldn't exactly put his finger on it.
Sanada still wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up like this, he'd been asleep and the next thing he knew he'd woken up to the sound of cuffs snapping over his wrists and tugged upwards, and in the shadows of dark room a blindfold had been tied around his head. Served him right for being a heavy sleeper he supposed, but he was fairly certain he'd been lucky enough to get in a good back-kick in the struggle to get his legs tied.
Their rhythm increased, hips jerking violently and skin slapping against
slick skin with a fierce urgency.
Sanada lost himself, forehead pressed into the mattress and back hollowed,
pushing back and forth along with the hand pumping him and the shaft sliding
in and out, deeper, harder, faster.
It was over all too soon, the pool of heat in his stomach exploded into a sticky mess over the other boy's hand, a throaty cry of "Yanagi!" breaking past his lips.
Yanagi... No no, Rikkai's vice captain had it all wrong, he was missing part of it. A few final thrusts and he was finished, panting heavily as he pulled out. Letting his new favourite uke rest and catch his breath for a few minutes, he took the time to redress himself and unlock the door. The cuffs were unlatched, then the ankle tethers and finally the blindfold.
"Yanagisawa, dane. Get it right next time, dane" Yanagisawa Shinya grinned stupidly as he made his way out the door, leaving Sanada to deal with a rather disgusting mess and compromising position.
Sanada could've died.
