In the darkness, hands slid over his shoulders, running down, over his shoulderblades, and down to the small of his back. Breath ran over his ear, as the large, warm hands felt their way down his back. He couldn't respond, licking his lips in anticipation as he drew another ragged breath. The fur on the back of his neck stood up, and the comforting warmth of the blindfold only highlighted his helplessness and the sensations being played upon his back.

Those hands, so broad and warm, spread, parting in their dance in unison down his back. One slid around his front, even as the back continued its path down, following his curves... Was the owner of those hands standing to his side?

A rough tongue ran over his ear. Gods... no! Please, no, not that... That noise... was it the pounding of the blood in his ears? Did he really... did he really want this? Was it... No.

No.

No, that was the pounding of a hand on the damn door.

--

BLACK GLOVES

A work of Furbidden Realms fiction.

Pretentious preamble to the smut by Talen Lee

Rest of it by Talen Lee.

Gratuitous Smut proofreading by people who don't want to be named.

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The knocking interrupted Kiyan's thoughts, and, with a flouncing huff, the young catboy glared at the door, as if it was somehow responsible for the hand molesting its surface. Ooh. Molesting its surface. That was a good one. Kiyan nibbled the end of his silver pen for a moment, then jotted it down as he waited for the second knock.

"Mail service." A familiar voice came from behind the door. "It's Eftmoon again."

Kiyan paused, then rolled over onto his back on the broad sofa, looking up at the ceiling. He sighed, tucking away his pen and closing his nightgown as he sat up, organising himself. The letter he was writing vanished amidst a tussle of pillows, and he flipped to his feet, and padded towards the door.

Normally, Kiyan wasn't nearly so dressed up this early in the morning. But he had a client in a few hours, and so, he was to be appropriately dressed. The transluscent black silk of his nightgown rustled as he stepped over to the door - past the full-length mirror that Eiryo had had set up in the living room, near the sofa. Pausing for a moment, Kiyan licked his lips and held his hands over his head, cocking his hips saucily. Under the nightgown, he wore a black camisole, a silver embroidered butterfly dancing under the material as he moved. Down further, Kiyan's hips were marked with the black lines of a sling thong, and further still, transluscent black stockings encased his legs.

The Consular Rethrum liked classy. He also liked sexy and sassy. Kiyan could provide those two in spades, but the first had required some assistance from Eisha. Striking his pose, Kiyan shifted his hips and blew a kiss to the mirror. Now, all that remained-

The knock came once more. "Y'know, lad, there's a number of packages 'ere and they're not just for ye, so can we 'urry things up?"

Kiyan glared at the door again. Fine. Tousling his hair with a hand, Kiyan slid the door open, leaning in the doorframe as he looked up at Reylan, Hornet's persistant mail delivery man, giving a sly pout. "Something to... deliver?"

Reylan paused, leaning back against the banister rail, letting his eyes run up Kiyan's silk-clad form. Be it a perk or a hazard, there were far too many people in this building that did this to him. Eisha frequently answered the door dressed in negligees and with that breathy atmosphere about her. Madison couldn't seem to find a shirt that fit her loosely for love or money, and well, here he was at Kiyan's door, with a cart half-full of mail, a couple of packages to deliver, and one rapidly increasing package. The ferret grinned down at the boy and raised an eyebrow.

Reylan let his eyes roam over Kiyan's figure as his mouth worked on rote, smart-arse responses, reaching for the clipboard and ticking off a handful of letters from admiring fans.

"Oh, y'know, lad. Some letters for ye, some flowers... couple of bulky packages?"

Kiyan looked up, locking his half-lidded eyes with Reylan's as he licked his lips, languidly arching his arms up along the doorframe, and cooed momentarily. "Mn... you /know/ how much I love big packages..."

Reylan shifted his stance and tore his eyes from Kiyan long enough to gather up the boxes, stepping into Kiyan's room as he laid them down. Tossing his hair over his shoulder as he stood, he leaned against the doorframe, looking down once more at Kiyan. "Anythin' else?"

Kiyan grinned wickedly as he watched Reylan's reaction to him. His eyes had nearly popped out of his head when Kiyan had opened the door, and a master of such matters as Kiyan could tell - easily - that Reylan was barely suppressing a hardon. Reylan's suede pants were a classic mark of his particular style - and they also served to be reasonably tight fabric that hightlighted exactly how much of Reylan was noticing Kiyan's sexy garb.

"No," the kitty said, smiling wickedly. "That'll be all." And with that, he closed the door.

Serve Reylan right for interrupting his /art/.

Kiyan flounced over to the bed and sorted his mail. It was easiest, he found, to sift by weight, and open the heaviest things first. The big packages were always fun, and then no matter what the letters held, you were never disappointed. As he tore away the paper and string that held it closed, he flipped it open... and found within shredded paper, packing whatever was in there in tightly. After a moment of searching in the box nearly as big as he was, Kiyan found what was apparently sent.

A pair of opera-style gloves, rendered in black leather and, as he tested them on, /perfectly/ his size... It wasn't a surprise to be getting a token like this, but to get one so perfectly tailored - /that/ was something special. Kiyan smiled, and tested them on - and then set them aside.

There were other packages to be opened.

--

The tongue ran over his ear - and with it, ran a blazing trail of electric sensation. The voice was in his ear, now, its tone low and warm. "My, aren't we a horny slut?"

He gasped, jangling his chains. He couldn't respond, not with the ball gag in his mouth. He was afire with sensation, bound helplessly, blindfolded, and there was the ominous clink of steel on steel. The cuffs cut into his wrists, and...

--

Kiyan looked up from the confines of the box and thought for a moment, before licking his lips and scribbling out that last sentence.

--

Thank heaven for his gloves; his midnight-clad hands were protected from the true pain of the cuffs that held his arms above his head. He groaned loudly as a hand roughly fondled his backside, and he stood on the tips of his toes to support himself. That hand roamed between his thighs, fondling his sac for a moment, before it slid upwards - the other fingers falling away until only two fingers pressed against the pucker of his ass, slowly rubbing, warmly stimulating. He squirmed away from the forbidden sensation, but another hand grabbed his waist, insistantly driving him back, forcing him to accept the intrusion.

His body betrayed him, and his captor chuckled. "Mn... See? Look at you, hard as a rock... you know you want it... you want to /feel/ it, don't you? But you want more than just a pair of fingers..." Back and forth they sawed, and he squeaked around his gag, a barest gasp of pure arousal condensing around his bonds...

When the other hand wrapped around his quivering member, he held his breath, his eyes going wide beneath his blindfold... and came, his knees going weak as he fell, his bonds holding him up, his member releasing over the walls of his prison...

"Kiyan?" came an altogether more normal voice.

--

Kiyan pouted and stuck his head out of the box, packing paper around his head like snow on some very strange guard's head. "Whaat?" he called, recognising Eiryo's voice. "I'm /busy/!"

Eiryo, the tall lean Kitsune who shared Kiyan's flat and bed (to hear Kiyan tell it), stepped into the living room, tilting a long, black-tipped ear. "You have a package."

"Mail call was this morning." Kiyan whined, tucking away his letter in the packing paper of the box. "Reylan already gave us all our packages."

"Well, there's one in the mail room that didn't get delivered. You can talk to Rey about it later. It's addressed to you." Eiryo shrugged and put the package down on the sofa. It was easily the size of the other, huge, but he carried it with a lightness that spoke of not much weight. Eiryo paused, looking at Kiyan, tousled with white and black packing paper, and opened his mouth as if to speak.

Then, he closed it again and went back to the study.

Once Eiryo was out of the room, Kiyan clambered from his makeshift nesting spot inside the first box, and clambered over to the second. A few moments of frustrated tearing at the box - and a frantic moment of tossing black-and-white paper around in a playful fashion - and Kiyan was at his second prize.

Boots.

Long, black high-heeled boots. Kiyan held them up against his legs, biting his lower lip as he extended his foot, looking as the inky leather flowed down his leg, coming almost all the way up his thigh. He suppressed a shiver as he imagined exactly how he'd look when wearing the boots and gloves together, smiling wickedly. However this mysterious benefactor was, he had good taste.

--

The next morning, Kiyan was heading to the mail room with a vengeance. A storm of cranky kitty the ilk of which hadn't been seen by Reylan before - at least, since the last time Kiyan had been cranky. Stupid ferret! You didn't just /forget/ some of Kiyan's mail! It was important! And, he thought as he stepped down stairs to the lair that Reylan occasionally called his own, he'd have been really upset if someone else had gotten those boots. A paranoid moment later, Kiyan considered the possibility of Eisha, or even Riff, getting their hands on them, and a scowl crossed his little kitty face. Stupid ferret!

Who wasn't there. Of course. He only did mail runs once a week, unless there was something significant to deliver, or the mail mounted up at the Post Office. So he was probably off, gallavanting around, getting into all sorts of stupid trouble being reckless with Kiyan's package. Kiyan sat down in the office chair from which Reylan sorted the mail and spun, annoyedly surveying the surroundings. Some packages were here already, too. There were two for Eisha, Kiyan noted sourly. Another for Madison, who was probably going to be annoyed she had only one to Eisha's two even this early in the week. And there was... Kiyan got up and stepped closer to the huge package, reaching out to tug it forward off its shelf, letting him look at the name atop it.

Kiyan.

Ooh, that stupid ferret!

--

Kiyan stood in front of the mirror, arms folded across his chest, a black-clad hand holding his chin as he gave his reflection a coquettish smile, his hips cocked to the side. He had the whole set now. Black, high-heeled boots ran up his legs like silk, giving them a beautiful, smooth texture. His hands and arms, concealed and protected by those gloves, were just as smooth, black reflecting white in the light.

And now, he had the crowning glory of the outfit was a scandalously high-riding sling thong, keeping his member contained. Only just, right now; the kitten was so heavily aroused that it was tenting his confines badly, and they weren't giving him a lot of room to work with. Ah, beautiful discomfort.

"My god," he heard Eiryo's voice as the kitsune emerged from the study. "Where'd you get /that/ outfit?" Kiyan gave a giggle and a spin. "Oh, an admirer." He turned, folding his arms across his chest and raising a fingertip to his lips. "Why... Eiryo likes?" In response, Eiryo simply stepped forward, resting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and brought their lips together sliding his other hand down Kiyan's hip and groping his backside. "Mmmm..." the kitty purred into the kiss, then pulled away slightly, giving his boyfriend a coy smile. "My, Eiryo - you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of somebody else's gift, would you?..."

The kitsune broke away from the kiss, planting his lips on Kiyan's cheek, then neck, then sliding down his body, his hands running up and down Kiyan's back as he murmured, "I take advantage of your gifts all the time..." A low chuckle escaped the taller man's lips as he let his tongue run over one of the younger boy's nipples...

"I was talking about - nn!" Kiyan's practicedly adorable pout vanished as arousal spiked through him, making him tremble under Eiryo's warm hands. It drew a sly, knowing smile from his partner - for all that he was a professional, and proud of it, the boy was still exquisitely sensitive to such skilled fingers.

Eiryo ran his hands together up the boy's back, moving across to Kiyan's other nipple with his lips as both hands rolled down the line of the black leather thong. It was a quality piece of clothing, no doubt about that... and dear god, what it did for Kiyan's frame. The kitsune felt his member bulging in his pants as he held Kiyan's rear, cupping it and fondling the soft flesh as he lifted him up, holding him close to his body as he bodily carried the boy over to the bed, chuckling as he went. "Such a sexy little beast..." he murmured, planting a kiss on Kiyan's flat navel.

The kitty giggled again as his lover pressed him down into the softness of the feather quilt, lying across the bed in its usual state of artfully placed disarray. His delicate pink tongue looked rather like a rose petal as he craned his neck to lick the kitsune's nose affectionately, and didn't quite disappear entirely as he laid back, looking up through half-lidded eyes. "And what would you do if I said I had an apppointment, hmmm?"

Eiryo didn't respond to that verbally, taking the boy's member in hand, giving it a short, sharp stroke as he ran his lips over the boy's navel again. "He can join in," he murmured, even as he pulled Kiyan's thong entirely free of his slender legs, tossing it to the side. The Kitsune, grinned up at Kiyan as he ground his crotch against the boy's pert behind, knowing that, with Kiyan, the journey wasn't quite as important as the destination - but he still liked an opportunity to tease. A finger slid into the boy's backside as Eiryo rocked his hips back and forth, his member still constrained in its own, far more restrictive leathers.

Squirming against the larger man's body, Kiyan gave a plaintive moan as he felt the single digit slip through his ring, obviously having more in mind. But then, Eiryo reasoned, when didn't Kiyan have more in mind? The kitty was the same as ever as he pressed back against his boyfriend's body, grinding the crease of his backside against the kitsune's bulging crotch, whimpering with arousal. Kiyan... always wanting more, never wanting to ask. Then again, with an outfit like that, it wasn't like Kiyan was going to have to ask very often.

God, Eiryo mused, he'd have to thank whoever had decided to send these gifts. He leaned back, rolling his shoulders as he withdrew his finger from Kiyan and reached down between the two of them, undoing the top two buttons of his pants. "Now then, sexy..." he murmured, the bulge beginning to loosen as it was freed to the air. He held Kiyan's gaze with his own, licking his lips for a moment - then rocked his hips back as he positioned himself, pressing the head of his member against Kiyan's behind, exulting for just the barest moment in the sight of his lover, sprawled... then drove forward, gripping Kiyan's hips as he surged into the boy.

Kiyan's head snapped back, a high-pitched cry escaping his thoat as pain-tinged pleasure wracked his slender form. His body reacted instinctively, all too familiar with the heat of Eiryo's significantly-sized cock inside him - his hands clutched at the fabric of the quilt as his back became an arch, hips pushing eagerly downward, impaling him as far as his kitsune would allow.

Eiryo drew a deep, lasting breath through his nostrils. Kiyan never failed to impress, and even though Eiryo was a professional, he'd gotten where he had through a lot of training and hard work. God! He didn't pause for long, though, drawing out, stimulating himself and his lover with a long, slow stroke, that quickly picked up in pace. Leaning forward, Eiryo loomed over Kiyan, basking in the boy's expression as he fucked him, harder and faster as he held the boy's hips. God, he was a talent...

Stamina was not his strong point, though. He could already tell that Kiyan - face decorated by a brilliant crimson flush that matched his hair quite fetchingly - was holding himself back. The cat's breath came in sharp gasps, thick with lust, his eyes squeezed shut. His body was twitching with the effort, rigidly still one moment and squirming delightfully the next; the muscles under the kitsune's hands - beautifully slender but well-toned - were pulled so tight they trembled. And then, he saw Kiyan's eyes shoot open, felt the boy suddenly tighten around him. The feline bit back his cry at first, but the increased sensation forced the sound out, just as it forced Kiyan to his shuddering climax. It was all Eiryo needed. The sight of his lover gripped by the throes of orgasm, the tightening of the boy's muscles around Eiryo's member, were enough to drive the kitsune over the brink. He gasped, holding Kiyan's hips tightly, squeezing his body as he plunged in to the hilt, feeling his seed flow from his cock in wave after wave, milked by Kiyan's beautiful body... even as Kiyan released in his own spurting fits, his seed spattering his own stomach and chest...

--

Kiyan gasped, blinking groggily after his short nap. Eiryo always wore him out. He rolled over, giggling slightly at the rustling of fresh sheets - Eiryo'd already changed the bedding. Fastidious Eiryo. He rolled over further, sliding an arm up and around to wrap it around Eiryo's shoulder, hoping the kitsune had come back to bed after cleaning up after their outing of rough sex, but no such luck. Sitting up, Kiyan rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He had appointments for later in the evening, after all.

He sauntered over to the three boxes, now sitting open in the living room. It was only a matter of time before Eiryo pestered him to get rid of them, or worse, just threw them out thinking they were rubbish. So best to retrieve his writing now. Kiyan tumbled into the most recently opened of the boxes, trying to find his pad. After a moment, a snowy kitty head emerged, surprised, holding up a slip of paper that had been stuck to the bottom of the box.

'For the final piece, The Baron Stage 9th Hour Be Dressed'

The script was flowing, arcane, and the paper was scented with an exotic perfume. Kiyan held it up to his nose, drew in a long breath, and gave a wicked smile. Bet Eisha wasn't getting anything /this/ elaborate this week.

A moment of readjusting his black garb, and throwing a coat over the top of his supposed clothes later, Kiyan was rushing down the stairs to the first-floor private amphiteatre known as the Baron Stage. The Eighth Hour was almost over, and he didn't want to be late for /this/ little appointment.

--

The Baron Stage was dark; only a single spotlight was lit in the center of the stage, on a small metal plate. Biting his lower lip, half with anticipation and half with mock-trepidation, Kiyan stepped through the dark aisles, his eyes focused upon the spotlight. The Baron Stage was designed to accommodate an audience of about twenty people; it was mainly designed for relaxed, private parties, and the seats were deliberately shrouded in shadow by default; after all, when one's watching a sex show, one might want some privacy.

As he ascended the steps to the spotlight, his footsteps began to echo with dull clicks. Licking his lips, he held his coat around him tightly, holding his breath for a moment - his cheeks colouring with a blush that lay somewhere between arousal and embarassment. Finally, he stepped onto the circular plate, some six feet across, barely noticing the ring of holes around its edge. Kiyan cleared his throat and called into the darkness, now practically invisible from his vantage point.

"H-hello?"

"Close your eyes." The voice, from the darkness. Feminine, rich, slightly familiar. Kiyan squirmed for a moment.

"Wh-why?"

Blank pause, no response. Kiyan bit his lip, and closed his eyes, holding his breath, a perfect image of nervousness. A moment of silence, as a shadow creeping up on him, and something cool was placed over his eyes. Then, there was a ratcheting sound. Sound, scent and touch were Kiyan's sole sensations now. Then, the voice, by his ear, peppered with a light lilt. Not the feminine voice, but similar...

"Well now," a loud, significant clicking sound, followed by a dozen or more ratcheting clicks - "Seems we've got ourselves a nice little slut here..."

Kiyan felt the blood rush to his head with nervousness as the heady scent of arousal wafted up to his nose. Those hands, large, and warm, wrapped around his shoulders, sliding down to the tops of the gloves, provoking a gasp from Kiyan. "I... I'm not a slut," he murmured, squirming slightly, his tail lashing around his ankles.

"Oh? I beg to differ..." The hands pulled open the coat, and Kiyan gasped, feeling the cool air run over his mostly-exposed body. The coat was tugged down and off him. "Does anything /but/ a slut dress like this?"

Kiyan whimpered. "You t-told me to dress like this..."

The voice continued, and there was the sound of the coat being tossed aside. "But you did it, didn't you?" Those hands returned to his shoulders, running down, under his arms, over his hips, resting their, so close to stimulating, but so maddeningly still. "Would you kneel down and suck my cock if I told you to?"

Kiyan whimpered. "I... I... I wouldn't! I never-" he began to sputter.

Then, a push at the back of the knees, a rough shove from the shoulders, those hands leaving their perch on Kiyan's slender hips, and the boy was on his knees, his hair being gripped roughly. From the darkness above, all he heard was one word; "Liar."

Then, he was being dragged forward, his gasp of surprise and pain turning into a convenient opening for his molester. The familiar salty taste of cock was in Kiyan's mouth, being pulled forward as inch after inch went into his mouth, then down his throat. My god, how big /was/ this guy?! He was huge! Kiyan whimpered around the member, letting his tongue run over the length of the shaft in his mouth, instinctively bobbing his head and savouring the taste, his experience and memory tugging at him.

He /knew/ this cock. He knew this cock rather well.

"Now, does anything /but/ a slut suck cock this well?"

As the words filtered through to him Kiyan realised he was well past caring, his member quivering in his little thong as he kneeled, bringing his hands up to feel at the shaft of that massive member. Beneath his blindfold his eyes widened as he realised that there was still a good hand or more's worth of cock he hadn't fit in his mouth, and with a gasp, he plunged forward, taking it deeper down his throat. Professional pride was at stake here... even as his hands were suddenly taken from the cock, held apart as he continued to slide forward, moaning eagerly as he felt his partner's balls bob upward, bumping his chin. He could feel it - it was close, so close...

A hiss of pleasure, a throaty groan, and Kiyan felt the member between his lips pulse, twitching for a frantic moment. The first wave sprayed down his throat, swallowed easily. The second, he was pulling out, and came in Kiyan's mouth, hot sticky seed betwixt his lips... the third, his captor pulled his cock out of Kiyan's mouth by grabbing his hair, and round after around sprayed onto Kiyan's face, some spattering onto his blindfold with a sound like rain. Then, he felt his hands being pulled upward, barely given an opportunity to catch his breath.

It was the sound of cold metal clinking against kin that pulled Kiyan from his brief, satisfied, reverie. "Now then... you won't be needing these any time soon," the voice spoke, and Kiyan felt the familiar sensation, made new again by the gloves, of handcuffs closing around his wrists. He was now restrained, held just high enough that he couldn't stand up except for the long heels on his boots. "Or this," the voice continued. With a sudden jostling, Kiyan felt the straps of a ball-gag being crammed in place, and his mouth roughly intruded by the presence of the restraint. Moaning loudly around it, Kiyan felt himself being bent slightly - his hips being held, but the cuffs being slid forward upon whatever held them in place.

The voice chuckled softly, as fingers tugged his underwear aside, a pair of them sliding into his behind. Kiyan could only cry out wordlessly at the intrusion, his member quivering in his underwear. "Now, then... now that you've got the full outfit, don't you want to show it off?" Back and forth those fingers moved, that thick member now nowhere to be felt. Kiyan whimpered, squirming his behind back, aching for more stimulation, nodding frantically. Anything, anything for more...

Kiyan, still blind and mute, wasn't able to enjoy Reylan's perspective. Arrayed in the Baron Stage's audience were half-a-dozen forms, only one sitting in any light; Salendra Beru... Reylan's girlfriend. The ferret cast her a wry grin, even as before him, the slender bound form twitched at the stimulation provided by Reylan's fingers. Whispering in Kiyan's ear with an expertly-feigned voice, Reylan withdrew his fingers... bringing his member to bear, pressing it where his fingers had been a moment before, and thrusting in with a long, grinding thrust.

The expression on Kiyan's face almost made Reylan cum on the spot. It was a study in arousal; cheeks flushed red, eyes hidden by the blank panel of the silken blindfold, just the faintest expression of pain on his restrained face, utterly overwhelmed by pleasure.

The ferret reached around to grip Kiyan's shoulder, plowing into the boy with a fearsome energy, one hand running down to caress Kiyan's leatherclad thigh, his lips planting on the boy's neck. "Like tha', nae?" he murmured into Kiyan's ear, in a far more familiar accent than he'd been feigning; he knew full well the surprise was gone the second he had Kiyan suck him off; the boy was far too well-acquainted with Reylan's member to mistake it for anyone else's...

Kiyan, for his part, was past responding. Being watched - and he was sure of that, for no other reason to use the Baron Stage existed - being bound, and being fucked hard and rough were too much for the young kitten to handle, and Reylan was practiced enough to find all the right places on his body - especially with a member like his thrusting into the boy's pert, tight behind. With a scream, stifled by his gag, Kiyan came, his muscles convulsing around Reylan's member in a symphony of arousal, his seed arcing across the floor of their cage, spattering onto the treated floorboards of the stage.

Reylan gripped the boy's hips, arching his back, leaning back as he buried himself to the hilt. It wasn't going to take long, not with Kiyan so sexily bound, but he wanted to draw this one out - to see Kiyan writhe and squirm as Reylan played his body like an instrument. Slowing his pace, Reylan leaned back forward, pressing his chest against his lover's back, planting a kiss on the boy's cheek as his hand slipped around to slowly stroke the boy's member through his thong. "Hope y'liked the gifts, Kiyan... you plannin' on bein' such a dam' tease next week?"

Kiyan, of course, couldn't respond - between gag and the persistant stimulation Reylan was drowning him with, the kitten was afire with pleasure and aching for more. As Reylan sped his strokes, the only sound Kiyan could manage was a throaty moan of assent, an eager begging formed of noise alone, without words or definition. Reylan, well-acquainted with the language, responded in kind, rocking his hips forward as he drew his torso back, juxtaposing their bodies for the crowd, who murmured in near-silent appreciation.

Reylan felt the heat of Kiyan's body around him, drawing his pleasure from Kiyan's helplessly willing body with each thrust, the aching sound of the youth's second impending orgasm ringing into Reylan's ears. Reylan gripped Kiyan's hips in his hands, his member swelling and streaking seed into the boy's behind, as with a thunderous gasp, the ferret came.

Kiyan felt the surge of heat within him, his muscles clamping down on Reylan's member as it filled him with liquid fire. A scream burst around his gag, his own member exploding a second time. Hot, large hands held him fast, his body offering no resistance or protection from the frenzied energy of his partner's thrusts. A long, ecstatic moment of afterglow later, a single instant in time that felt it lasted for hours, and Kiyan felt the world rush back in, the sound of the ocean, the pounding of his blood through his ears...

The applause of the crowd as Kiyan's blindfold was removed. Kiyan could only gasp around his gag, his breath coming in long, ragged draws; however, his showmanship was not to be outdone. Without pulling his wrists from their restraint, Kiyan bowed his head magnamoniously. Of course people were going to applaud when he got fucked... he was just that very good.

Reylan planted a kiss on the back of Kiyan's neck, his final words before the blindfold came back down, "Let's be takin' this somewhere a ta' more private, lad..."

--

A rough tongue ran over his ear. Gods... no! Please, no, not that... That noise... was it the pounding of the blood in his ears? Did he really... did he really want this? Was it... No.

Kiyan grumbled and got out of the box again, white strips of paper falling around him. As he stalked over to the door, he tapped his pencil impatiently against one black, leather-clad arm. God damnit if Reylan wasn't late with the mail delivery again.

Stupid Eisha.

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