Title: Restraint
Fandom: RHPS
Prompt: 091. Birthday
Pairing: Riff/Frank
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Richard O'Brien is god. Not me. (Oh, and 20th Century Fox should get some credit, too, I suppose)
Frank's birthday was a quiet affair, what with there being so few people in the castle, but that didn't stop the Master and his handyman from getting roaring drunk. Stumbling down the corridor a few hours after dinner, Riff wondered vaguely where all that wine had come from in the first place. He probably didn't want to know.
The slightly uncoordinated padding of Frank's bare feet on the carpet alerted Riff to his presence (How did he manage to stay upright in those ridiculous heels, anyway?) and at first he didn't really mind when one warm arm curled around his waist.
It was only when the garter belt was cutting the circulation off from his wrists that he began to struggle, albeit feebly. "What..." The words fled from him, and he tried again, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Ssh...It's my birthday, isn't it?" Frank smirked, "I should get to have my way with you." With more than a little difficulty, he managed to get Riff's feet hobbled in the same manner, and he pushed him up against the wall to keep the other from overbalancing.
"Now," he continued, "What to do with you?" He ghosted his fingertips over the butler's thin chest, satisfied with the hitch in breathing. And then, he moved in to seal his lips over Riff's mouth, so warm and soft and perfect...
Riff couldn't help but moan into the other man's mouth at the exquisite sensation, and then, just as suddenly as it had come, it was gone again.
"Ah, ah..." Frank chuckled and pushed him back against the wall as Riff tried to lean forward. "Terribly sorry, but I've got places to be..." And, just like that, he turned and proceeded down the hallway.
"Bastard." Riff snarled at his back, not sure if he really meant it.