Sam tried not to look amused as Gabriel tied the thick ropes around Sam's wrists. He fastened them slowly, meticulously to the headboard with a large knot, leaving Sam naked and aroused and on display for him. Sam had been the one to ask him to try this. He was pleased that Gabriel was taking it so seriously.
But then, he didn't look completely serious. For one:
That smirk.
"I hope you appreciate that I did that by hand. I didn't have to, you know," Gabriel said.
"You didn't have to tie me down at all. We both know you don't need ropes," Sam pointed out.
"Sure I do," he answered, "I like tying you down. Having my way with you." His tone was, of course, sardonic, and Sam tried to piece out what was behind it. Need? Loneliness? Terrible boredom?
But all Sam said was, "I've noticed." He stretched against the ropes, feeling their weight. Gabriel must have known what this would do, the way this bondage, this sense of being owned would make Sam's head spin.
As if reading his mind, Gabriel snickered. He moved his hand down to Sam's prick but instead of rubbing it, he just splayed two fingers wide and gave a fast squeeze at the base. Sam let out a breath of air. Maybe it was a whimper.
"I planned this special for you, Sammy. Bondage. Pain. Punishment. And dirty talk. We are going to have so much fun."
Sam stared. He couldn't lie. Those were the things he wanted. But.
Sam had a suspicion that fun dominance games with Gabriel might be a little... intense.
Gabriel got right in his face and Sam leaned up to accept the kiss. But it wasn't a kiss.
Gabriel just grinned. He asked, "Remember how Ruby would talk to you, Sam?"
Sam closed his eyes. "Don't mention her while we-"
"She used to dirty talk the way only a hellgirl could. Hated her, but wow, just reading your memories of her makes me need some ice water! What's that thing she used to say?"
Sam was silent, face turned away from Gabriel's still-hovering sneer.
"Tell me what she used to say to you. When you were manhandling her, Sammy, when you two were about to go at it like weasels in heat."
"Fuck you," Sam spat.
"No, that's not it." Gabriel leaned over and let his breath go hot on Sam's ear, "Tell me what she said."
"You know what she said."
"I want to hear you say it," Gabriel said, "Let me hear it, Sammy."
Sam was silent.
"Fine. Time for punishment." A smile. Not good.
"Gabriel-" Sam said, worried.
"I've been looking into BDSM, since my Sammy likes it so much. I have a lot of ideas."
Sam felt a wave of relief. If it were just going to be things he saw in porn or in books, that would be fine.
Okay, a lot better than fine.
But Gabriel was still smiling. "So we start by talking about limits. Sam, what punishments do you think should be off the table for the boy who ended the world?"
Sam felt the blood drain from his face.
"None? Well, that seems fair to me," Gabriel answered. "Would you like a safeword?"
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Date: 2010-01-12 10:29 am (UTC)But then, he didn't look completely serious. For one:
That smirk.
"I hope you appreciate that I did that by hand. I didn't have to, you know," Gabriel said.
"You didn't have to tie me down at all. We both know you don't need ropes," Sam pointed out.
"Sure I do," he answered, "I like tying you down. Having my way with you." His tone was, of course, sardonic, and Sam tried to piece out what was behind it. Need? Loneliness? Terrible boredom?
But all Sam said was, "I've noticed." He stretched against the ropes, feeling their weight. Gabriel must have known what this would do, the way this bondage, this sense of being owned would make Sam's head spin.
As if reading his mind, Gabriel snickered. He moved his hand down to Sam's prick but instead of rubbing it, he just splayed two fingers wide and gave a fast squeeze at the base. Sam let out a breath of air. Maybe it was a whimper.
"I planned this special for you, Sammy. Bondage. Pain. Punishment. And dirty talk. We are going to have so much fun."
Sam stared. He couldn't lie. Those were the things he wanted. But.
Sam had a suspicion that fun dominance games with Gabriel might be a little... intense.
Gabriel got right in his face and Sam leaned up to accept the kiss. But it wasn't a kiss.
Gabriel just grinned. He asked, "Remember how Ruby would talk to you, Sam?"
Sam closed his eyes. "Don't mention her while we-"
"She used to dirty talk the way only a hellgirl could. Hated her, but wow, just reading your memories of her makes me need some ice water! What's that thing she used to say?"
Sam was silent, face turned away from Gabriel's still-hovering sneer.
"Tell me what she used to say to you. When you were manhandling her, Sammy, when you two were about to go at it like weasels in heat."
"Fuck you," Sam spat.
"No, that's not it." Gabriel leaned over and let his breath go hot on Sam's ear, "Tell me what she said."
"You know what she said."
"I want to hear you say it," Gabriel said, "Let me hear it, Sammy."
Sam was silent.
"Fine. Time for punishment." A smile. Not good.
"Gabriel-" Sam said, worried.
"I've been looking into BDSM, since my Sammy likes it so much. I have a lot of ideas."
Sam felt a wave of relief. If it were just going to be things he saw in porn or in books, that would be fine.
Okay, a lot better than fine.
But Gabriel was still smiling. "So we start by talking about limits. Sam, what punishments do you think should be off the table for the boy who ended the world?"
Sam felt the blood drain from his face.
"None? Well, that seems fair to me," Gabriel answered. "Would you like a safeword?"