Bound (Junjou Egoist, Nowaki/Hiroki)

Faint touches across his stomach brought Hiroki slowly awake. He mumbled a soft protest and started to troll away. He didn’t get very far. Hiroki blearily opened one eye and glanced upwards. His hands seemed to be stuck. Both eyes opened as he failed to tug his hands free of whatever was holding them.

“Nowaki!”

Some sort of smooth rope bound his hands to the headboard. It didn’t really hurt, but it was tight enough to keep his wrists still. He couldn’t even tell where the knot was to try and undo it.

“Yes?” Nowaki’s voice sounded close, just over his shoulder.

The hand on his stomach moved upwards, palm pressing lightly against his stomach and over his ribs to stop just below his heart. He wondered if Nowaki could feel his heart rate increasing. His face was already heating. He needed Nowaki to untie him, now. Carefully, Hiroki shifted onto his side.

“What are you doing?”

Bare skin pressed against Hiroki’s back. “Is something wrong?” Warm breath ghosted over his shoulder, followed almost immediately by the press of moist lips.

Hiroki tugged on the ropes again. “Untie me.” His blush was slowly spreading across his face.