Queer As Tachi – Chapter 22
Yami gingerly took the packet from Yugi’s hands, reaching into the brown paper bag to find a slightly squashy item wrapped firmly in flower-stamped paper. “It really is a gift,” he noted. “I just tear the paper off, then?”
“Yeah.” Yugi stood before him, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked impatiently on his feet. He couldn’t wait to see his partner’s reaction, expecting mostly curiosity and amusement and a request for an explanation.
Ever the elegant pharaoh, Yami opted to unwrap the paper gracefully rather than unceremoniously rip it off, and out of a fold tumbled the card with the coils of silken rope. He caught it and held it up, forgetting all about the paper. “You got me…rope?” He arched an eyebrow at his partner.
Yugi was blushing but grinning like a maniac at the same time. “It’s for…playing with,” he tried to explain.
Yami threaded his fingers through the coils of purple rope, feeling the exquisite texture and trying not to look too terribly confused. “I think I grasp how,” he said cautiously, “but it’s a bit of a surprise to think that you might…” He glanced up again. “…be into that sort of thing.”
“Well…” Yugi stepped closer to him and likewise threaded his fingers through a loop of the rope, so they were both holding it between them. “Until I saw this, I didn’t really think I was. It’s one of those things that…kind of was in the back of my mind, but I’d never really thought much about.”
“I suppose…” Yami looked up at him with a sly smile. “…you do have a thing for buckles and straps.”
“And these aren’t nearly as obvious.” Yugi took the packaging card and tugged it open, releasing the ropes and letting them tumble through his lover’s fingers. “Aya told me, they’re supposed to be really soft against your skin, and not leave marks. And they shouldn’t break no matter how much stress you put on them.”
Stretching the pair of ropes to their full length, the pharaoh was clearly smiling in a not-so-innocent way now. “So, you’re saying, you wish for me to tie you up and have my way with you,” he said bluntly.
Yugi gave a short, embarrassed laugh. “I think I am.”
Yami looped the ropes around Yugi’s arm and used it to pull him closer, until he fell onto the bed astride his partner’s lap. “That certainly is a clever gift,” he mused. “What brought this on?”
Yugi settled onto his lap and laid his half-bound hand on the pharaoh’s chest. “I just thought you deserved a present,” he replied temptingly, stroking Yami’s collarbone with light fingertips. “You were so good to me for my birthday, and you’ve been so sweet to me, taking care of me…” His eyes naturally traveled to the ring on his left hand. “It was time I said thank you.”
“An interesting way of doing so.” Yami pulled the rope off Yugi’s wrist, making him giggle a little at the way the silken fiber tickled. “But…I like it. I like that you love me and trust me enough to ask me to do this with you.”
“It’s not that I’m bored or it’s not good,” Yugi quickly assured. “I just thought…wouldn’t it be fun if we tried something new? And yeah…I trust you with all my heart. I want to play with you, I want to see how creative you really are…” He leaned in close and whispered along his partner’s ear. “…and what sorts of things you can do to me.”
Yami tilted his head up to kiss Yugi’s cheek and jaw, even as he reached and clasped their hands with the ropes in between, entwining their fingers. “We have all day to find out,” he murmured throatily.
Yugi eagerly clutched the ropes between their fingers. “I’m all yours,” he breathed. “This is my gift to you, I’m offering myself. Have your way…”
Giving a soft moan of anticipation, Yami kissed his young love more deeply, nibbling at his lips, and then pulled back to examine the “bonds of love” more closely. He threaded them through his hands, judging the length against Yugi’s slender limbs. “I like the color,” he murmured with a smile.
“I almost got black,” Yugi admitted, “but…I thought this was cooler. Purple is the color of royalty, you know.”
Yami raised an eyebrow in his direction. “Royalty, huh?”
Yugi plucked up the end of one of the ropes and slowly pulled it out of his partner’s hands. “Come on,” he encouraged. “I bet there’s a million things you can do with these.”
“Perhaps if you check to be sure the door is locked,” Yami said with a sly look, “we can begin counting.”
“Oh! Good point.” Yugi hopped up and hurried to the bedroom door, opening it briefly to glance outside and make sure he heard no sound of intrusion before closing and locking it. When he turned, he found that his partner had risen from the bed and draped the purple ropes around his own neck, and was now prowling seductively across the room to him. Yugi smiled up as they met, gingerly entwining their fingers and leaning in for a soft kiss in prelude. “So…?” he encouraged in a whisper.
“Patience,” Yami implored with a cool smile. “What, do you want me to tell you everything I’m going to do as I’m doing it?”
“Well, no,” Yugi said sheepishly, glancing aside as he felt one of the ropes come to lay over his shoulder. “Just…be gentle. I don’t want to be hurt, I’m not into that…”
“I know.” Yami stroked his cheek with his fingertips, getting Yugi to meet his eyes. In them was a serious and understanding light. “I know your heart, Yugi. I know what you like. I won’t hurt you, or degrade you. I want as much as you do for this to be fun.”
His last concern addressed, Yugi relaxed and smiled again. “Then let’s have some fun.”
Chuckling, Yami withdrew the rope he had teasingly laid on his lover’s shoulder and took the hem of his hastily-donned t-shirt in his fists. “Hold on to the Puzzle,” he suggested, giving Yugi a moment to do so before pulling the shirt up over his head. “There,” he murmured smilingly. “I wouldn’t want to get started with that in our way. It could be a mood-breaker later on.”
“I’m so sorry,” Yugi grinned in complete sarcasm, leaning forward until the tips of their noses brushed together. “I kind of had to put it on so I wouldn’t scare anyone in the shop. I don’t think Grandpa would have liked me coming down half-naked.”
“As it was, you went down in half your pajamas.” Yami reached around behind him and clutched his ass in both hands, pulling him close so their hips smacked together. “Your cute little star pajamas.”
“Hey,” Yugi protested, still grinning, “you’re wearing my other pair.”
“But it’s warm,” Yami reminded. “We could very well get away without them.”
Yugi’s hands slid down Yami’s bare chest to his waist and began to fumble with the drawstring of his pajama pants. “Well, if that’s what you wanted,” he purred, “why didn’t you say so?”
Yami suddenly let go of him and clasped his hands instead, stilling them. “Ah,” he warned. “Not yet. My present, my rules,” he added to address the pouting look being given him.
Yugi raised an eyebrow. “Your rules, huh?”
Smiling seductively, Yami slowly pushed Yugi’s hands away and began to stalk around him, gliding one hand along his collarbone to his shoulder and around the back of his neck. “What?” he teased, “Don’t you trust me?”
His partner smiled, though he stood there and let Yami do whatever he pleased. The light fingertips on the back of his neck made him shiver in delight. “Of course I trust you,” he murmured happily. “I’ve just not seen you get so…aggressive…”
Yami’s hand slid up along his lover’s neck to his ear, tilting his head gently back. Yugi rested his head on the pharaoh’s shoulder to look up at him while the hand glided back down his neck to his shoulder, then down his arm. “You want me to be aggressive, don’t you?” Yami asked, though it was more statement than question. “That’s why you wanted to play with this new toy.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I like how sweet and romantic you are,” Yugi quickly put in. “It’s just…”
Yami leaned over him and captured his lips in a deep kiss that effectively cut off all protest. As he drew away, leaving his partner breathless, he murmured, “We are of the same mind, Yugi. There’s no need to explain.”
“Oh,” Yugi whispered hazily. “Good.”
The hand on his arm tugged a little more firmly, pulling it around behind his back. Yami made sure to seduce him well, kissing his neck from behind while reaching up and drawing one of the purple satin ropes from around his neck. Yugi just reclined against him and closed his eyes in delight, even as he felt the cord winding around his wrist. The sensation awakened a little twitch of excitement within him, as he began to wonder where it would go from here. Yami took his other hand, then, and brought it back to meet the first, stepping back just enough to allow himself the space to properly bind Yugi’s wrists behind his back. “That’s not too tight, is it?” he asked for confirmation.
“Mm, no,” Yugi murmured, glancing over his shoulder. “That’s fine.” He tugged on the rope to be sure, smiling to find himself securely but not uncomfortably bound. “Behind my back, huh?” he taunted.
“For now.” Yami came back around him, then, trailing a fingertip along his neck and up his jaw to his chin. Yugi tilted his head up to follow the touch. “This is only the beginning. I have many ideas, and if you’re lucky, we’ll try them all.”
“Ooo…” Yugi’s eyes lit up. “Can we?”
Chuckling, Yami swept a hand through Yugi’s hair to toss his bangs back from his eyes, before tilting his face up. “It depends on which of us tires first,” he challenged, before plunging into a hard kiss that Yugi scrambled to meet.
They stood and kissed hungrily for a while, though all Yugi could do was stretch onto his toes and lean in as much as he could, now that his arms were immobilized and he couldn’t clutch Yami like usual. The pharaoh teased him by only touching his face and neck with gentle hands, guiding him to be kissed deeply and expertly. At last, when they broke for breath, he backed away and gestured for Yugi to come with him. Lowering his head to give his lover a playfully submissive smile, Yugi padded barefoot across the room to Yami, still looking the part of an innocent with his arms behind his back. Yami turned out the chair that usually stood shoved into the desk and set his hands gracefully on the back of it. Yugi got the hint right away. “You want me to sit down?”
“Please,” Yami replied, reaching up and pulling slowly at the rope remaining draped over his shoulders. Just one was long enough to bind wrists, leaving the second for additional bondage elsewhere. Yugi eased into the chair with his partner’s assistance to get his arms over the back of it, settling down comfortably. He sat and giggled as he felt Yami behind him wrapping the second rope around the first and through the rungs of the chair to keep him in place. “What?” Yami needled him, tugging harder on the rope even though it just made Yugi giggle even more. “What’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Yugi answered, glancing back. “You’re tying me to a chair.”
Giving the knot one last yank for security, Yami prowled around the chair and folded his arms sternly, looking down at his partner. “I could just leave you tied there and go amuse myself elsewhere.”
“No! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Yugi blushed and smiled. “It’s just weird to think of it, now that I’m actually in the middle of it.”
A cool smile crossed the pharaoh’s elegant features. “Then stop thinking about it,” he suggested in his most sensual purr, dropping his arms to his sides. “Very shortly I expect you to have forgotten all about being tied to a chair, except that you’ll be begging me to free you so you can make me stop teasing you.”
A shiver visibly rippled up Yugi’s spine, though his entire body flushed hot. “Really?” he prodded with a whisper.
Yami stepped up to him, then, violet eyes glowing with passion, and placed his hands gently on Yugi’s knees, pushing his legs wider apart. Yugi hardly needed the help, he willingly obeyed the moment the pharaoh’s hands touched his knees. Yami was able to step up close and kneel down before him, though not in any kind of submission. From where he knelt, Yugi’s head was above him, but not by much, and he had full access to his partner’s naked chest and stomach and anything currently hidden beneath star-spangled pajamas. He picked up the Puzzle resting in Yugi’s lap and kindly draped it over his back, leaving it to swing on its chain over the back of the chair. Fortunately, its weight was not excessive enough to make the links pressing into Yugi’s throat a burden. Yugi was already breathing harder in anticipation, slumping in the chair a bit to offer himself to his lover. Yami’s hands came to rest on his stomach first, his thumbs lightly stroking across the lines of Yugi’s muscles, as he leaned in and favored his young love with soft, tempting kisses. Yugi moaned a little in his throat as he kissed back, but as he tried to deepen the kiss with the intrusion of his tongue, Yami pulled back out of his reach. Each time he initiated a kiss, he only allowed Yugi to have so much of him, and any time he pressed harder, the pharaoh leaned away until Yugi whimpered impatiently. That made Yami rest a fingertip to Yugi’s lips. “Hush,” he implored. “Gently.”
“I can’t,” Yugi whispered. “I need you.”
“You’ll have me,” Yami promised, “in time. But the more you push, the longer it’s going to take.”
Yugi sighed, but smiled faintly. “I suppose this is what they mean by ‘be careful what you wish for.’ You certainly are creative.”
“I haven’t even begun.” Yami raked his fingers up along Yugi’s flanks, deliberately crossing over the spots on his ribs that tickled, and brushed his thumbs over each of Yugi’s nipples. In the course of that exploration, Yugi went from sighing to giggling to moaning in the space of seconds. Yami settled in place right there, leaning over Yugi’s lap, and began to kiss him slowly across his chest and stomach, exploring every plane and line of definition. What his lips missed, his hands found and caressed instead, until the young one was breathing hard and murmuring encouragement under his breath. Clutching him around the middle, Yami pressed harder, kissing him firmly down the center of his body in a way that left a wet trail from his chest to his waistband. Yugi leaned forward enough to watch, but then the ropes lashing him to the chair tugged at his wrists and reminded him that he could only go so far. He moaned softly in protest, gazing down at Yami kissing his stomach with great patience and expertise, his eyes half-open dreamily as he licked the sweat from Yugi’s skin. The pharaoh glanced up as if knowing, and without pausing his lips’ work for a second, he slid his hands down around behind Yugi and into his pajama pants. Groaning, Yugi slumped back in the chair again so his hips could slide forward, allowing further access. Yami chuckled to himself and lifted his head so he could do what they both wanted – remove the obstacle standing in his way. With lingering caresses, he snuck his fingers beneath the waistband of Yugi’s briefs and worked them off along with the pajamas, first just down his hips, but eventually down Yugi’s slender legs and completely off. “Too easy,” he murmured, running his hands back up Yugi’s legs and hips.
“Well, it’s not like I can help you this time,” Yugi pointed out with a lazy laugh.
“Then I suppose it’s a good thing.” Smirking, Yami leaned in and resumed kissing all across his lover’s lithe body, though now there was a pronounced addition of heat and hardness resting against his chest as he moved. Yugi’s moaning escalated accordingly, feeling the friction of their bodies against each other, though for now Yami solely concentrated on kissing his chest, abdomen, and hips. He felt Yugi twitch beneath him, trying to thrust up into him, and backed away just enough to prevent him from doing any of the work himself. He met the pleading look in those wide, violet eyes with a gentle laugh and seductive gaze. “Why are you in such a hurry?” he murmured. “We have all day. Let’s take it slowly.”
Yugi mumbled something about seizing the opportunity but let it be, figuring that if he sat back and didn’t resist, Yami would eventually get around to the inevitable. It was what they both wanted, but thanks to the ropes Yami was in complete control. He darted a series of quick, teasing kisses to Yugi’s stomach, as if returning to exactly what he had been doing before, but didn’t waste time moving lower. He heard the quick gasp of anticipation as his lips drew closer to the erection jutting up from Yugi’s lap, and rewarded his barely-held patience with a glancing kiss to the shaft. Yugi whimpered eagerly to see his lover take him in one hand and tenderly kiss along his length, working his way slowly to the tip and back down. With the erection held up out of the way, he then kissed the base of it, and down to his sack. All Yugi could do was sit slumped and groan in wordless gratitude, every shift of his shoulders making the Puzzle chain rattle. Yami held him in graceful fingers and kissed him, progressing to a long, provocative lick to taste him. Giving a pleased purr, he ducked his head and licked even harder, all the way to the head, which he finally took between his lips. Yugi’s moan became a short cry. Yami parted his lips even further to take him in, resting his hand on Yugi’s thigh so he could lean in and suckle him to his heart’s content. Yugi tilted his head back over the back of the chair and gasped for breath, finding for the first time that he wanted desperately to do something with his hands but couldn’t. He felt his body jerk as he tried to sit up but was arrested by the ropes keeping him tied to the chair. Yami pushed him back down gently, wrapping one arm around his hips to hold him in place, his other hand stroking inward along his thigh in the most feathery of touches that made Yugi keen almost as much as the mouth on his cock did. Yami plied his tongue energetically, taking a cool kind of satisfaction in feeling Yugi grow even harder and hotter from it, until he could taste the first drops of what was to come. Withdrawing just a bit, he kissed the tip and then pushed Yugi’s leg as wide as it would go so he could kiss the inside of his thigh instead. Yugi gave a twitch and a gasping cry, partially annoyed that his lover had interrupted what was certainly about to be a throbbing climax, but mostly surprised and pleased by the new sensations spreading all through him. The pharaoh’s hot breath tickled the soft space where his leg met his body, and feather-light lips on the inside of his thigh awakened an even deeper, erotic groan from him. Yami paused just long enough to look up at him, to give him a smile, and traced one fingertip around the base of him and up the underside. He fixed Yugi with smoldering eyes as he brought the finger to his mouth and sucked on it, delighting in the taste mingled with the salt of sweat. Watching him made Yugi groan loudly, impatiently, and he finally whispered, “Yami…”
The pharaoh gave a low purr of pleasure. “I was going to make you wait,” he murmured, “but I can’t. You’ve been so good. You taste so wonderful…”
“Please, Yami…” Yugi breathed.
Before he could even take another breath and beg again, Yami plunged down onto him, hot, wet mouth closing over him to lick and suckle with fresh passion. Yugi let out another cry and tensed, straining against the hands holding him securely in the chair. Yami stroked with his tongue, knowing exactly how and where to use it in order to push Yugi the rest of the way. It was no longer time for precision, all he had to do was stroke just right, just fast enough, with lips and tongue and rake his teeth along the sensitive skin, and they would arrive. A hum of pleasure deep in his throat made Yugi gasp as he felt it on his body. He spread his legs wide and arched his back, pulling hard on the ropes binding his wrists together as he felt himself growing closer and closer to release. Yami worked harder and faster, stretching the hand he had on Yugi’s thigh so he could press his thumb to the base of Yugi’s erection and stroke just enough. The slight movement made Yugi gasp, “Yami!” one more time before he threw his head back and cried out, his body trembling as it reached climax and erupted. Anticipating it, Yami was ready to catch him, closing his mouth completely around him and eagerly swallowing. As he cooled, Yugi sprawled in the chair panting for breath, able to feel his lover’s expert tongue getting every last trace of him before he finally drew back. Hands rested in the small of his back, and a warm, panting breath teased his abdomen. He struggled to open his eyes and look down at the pharaoh’s heavy-lidded smile. “Yami,” Yugi sighed happily.
“You look rather pleased,” Yami purred in response.
“You’re so good,” his partner enthused between deep breaths. “You…”
“Hush.” Yami pushed himself up onto his knees and stretched to kiss Yugi, but only gently, as he still needed a minute or two to catch his breath. “There’s no need for words. Your body tells me everything.” He kissed his young love once more and then got slowly to his feet, sliding his hands down Yugi’s legs as he straightened up. Yugi’s eyes remained on him the whole way, taking in his lean, muscled figure and the curious fact that he was not naked yet. Smiling temptingly, Yami bent and cupped Yugi’s cheek, turning his face toward him for a longer, deeper kiss. Yugi kissed back with abandon, tasting the salt on his lover’s tongue, but once again he was forcefully reminded of his choice of bondage as he couldn’t lean up to meet him any more. He pulled back with a frustrated sigh, making Yami chuckle. “You want more,” he noted, caressing Yugi’s cheek.
“You haven’t…” Yugi began.
“I know. All in good time.” Yami straightened up again, drawing his hand teasingly back, stroking all the way to the tip of Yugi’s chin before letting go. Yugi sat back, still panting a bit. With his lover’s full attention, now, Yami lowered a hand to his waist and undid the drawstring of his pajama pants, smirking at the way it made Yugi’s hazy eyes clear. “You see,” the pharaoh went on, taking his time to loosen the waist of the pants and pull them down enough to expose his hips, “I want it, too. You haven’t left me unaffected.”
Yugi gazed helplessly at him, his eyes riveted to his partner’s actions as he slowly revealed his own growing erection and let his pants slide to the floor, stepping out of them. With Yugi still tied down, Yami felt free to prowl around him, teasing him with the sight of his naked body hovering so close and yet out of reach. “I’ll let you have me, if you want,” he said with a dark smile.
Yugi sighed heavily, gazing at his lover’s body with yearning. “How can you be holding on so…” he breathed in frustration. “…patiently?”
Yami chuckled. “Because,” he replied, coming around the chair and stepping up beside Yugi, hips cocked seductively, “unless the world were to end right now, I know we’re both going to get what we want.”
Yugi lifted his eyes to his lover’s face. “You’re such a horrible tease.”
Still chuckling, Yami reached down and fumbled with the ropes, untying the second one that had lashed Yugi to the chair. “There,” he said, “you’re free to move, if you can.” He stepped back, allowing Yugi the space to lean forward and stretch, though his wrists were still bound. The Puzzle slid off the back of the chair and bounced against the center of Yugi’s back. Yami stepped around in front of him and reached to cup his cheek again, tilting his face up to gaze into his eyes and smile. “Well?” he encouraged. “What do you want to do?”
“I think I have an idea.” Lowering his eyes in a submissive smile, Yugi pushed up from the chair but didn’t stand, instead sliding right onto his knees in front of his partner. Yami did not retreat, understanding the gesture immediately – Yugi wanted to return the favor. Though he lacked the use of his hands, Yugi could still do everything else he wanted, and tilted his head just so before closing his eyes and taking Yami’s erection between his lips.
The pharaoh sucked in his breath sharply at the warm, wet sensation rippling up his length, as Yugi ran his tongue all the way up and then sat back to take as much into his mouth as he could. It took all of Yami’s concentration to remain standing, but he willed himself to out of need to watch and feel Yugi do this for him. He hadn’t realized until the first gentle lick how much he needed a reciprocated touch, his arousal increasing tenfold in the space of a few heartbeats. He placed his hands on Yugi’s head and combed his fingers delicately through his lover’s wild hair, brushing back the blond bangs that hung around his face in order to fully watch the delight on Yugi’s youthful face as he swept his tongue lavishly around the erection between his lips. In all the time they had been together, Yugi had grown to be very good at this, having all those Puzzle-encounters to shape his experience and explore his lover’s body so that their times together in this reality could be spent driving each other wild. The young one had gone from a naïve virgin to a well-practiced lover astonishingly quickly. Yami stroked his hair and cheek as he held himself still in order to receive his lover’s attention, though the tighter his body grew from sensation and sight, the more he found himself disconcerted. It wasn’t Yugi’s actions, he was as good as ever, but something about the way he crouched nagged at the back of Yami’s mind like a cold draft. Kneeling in submission, hands bound behind his back, eyes closed as he tilted his head up to suckle gracefully at the standing erection, it reminded Yami of something – something that made him uncomfortable. It wasn’t as though Yugi was not enjoying himself, he clearly was, but his demure posture seemed out of place. The realization made Yami gasp quickly, his eyes widening. A slave, he thought. He looks like a…like a pharaoh’s slave. He immediately placed his hand on Yugi’s cheek, his firm touch making the young one open his eyes and look up. “Please,” Yami murmured, trying to smile. “Stand up for me.”
Yugi blinked at him. “But…I’m not finished…”
“It’s all right. I have other ideas.” Yami stroked his cheek lovingly, letting him know that he was not displeased, so Yugi gave a sigh and sat back on his heels. Yami’s hands came to rest on his arms, helping him to stand. He leaned down and kissed Yugi eagerly to show him that the change in tactic was not due to any lack of interest on his part, and then curled one arm around him while the other reached behind him and untied the rope. Yami pulled it away and looped it around his neck again. “Take a moment to stretch,” he implored in his softest tone. “I’m sure that can’t be comfortable for long spaces of time.”
Yugi could not deny that it felt good to be able to move his arms again, but he still fixed his partner with a worried pout as he rubbed at his wrists one after the other. True to the ropes’ guarantee, he had sustained nothing more than minor pressure welts which would vanish in a minute or two. “This isn’t the end, is it?” he complained. “We were just getting started.”
“Of course it’s not the end.” Yami wrapped his arms around his young love’s shoulders and hugged him warmly, kissing his brow and cheek. “I just wanted a change.”
Purring, Yugi turned his head and captured his lover’s lips instead, kissing him deeply for a few minutes while his hand wandered lower and found the erection still prodding him in the hip as they stood wrapped together. “You want me to finish this way?” he murmured against the pharaoh’s mouth.
“Ah…not yet.” Yami slid his hands down Yugi’s arms and took both of his hands again, pulling them away from his body. “You’re not ready yet.”
“What do you mean? I just came,” Yugi laughed. “You’re already behind.”
“It’s not about that.” Yami smiled in such a way as to make his eyes gleam dangerously. “You trust me, don’t you?”
Yugi stifled his giggle and kissed Yami briefly. “Of course,” he replied. “What do you want?”
Yami guided his outstretched hands back in toward the center of his body, though in front of him this time. Yugi understood and waited patiently, grinning, as the pharaoh tugged the rope off his shoulders and began to wind it around his lover’s wrists again. “This should be better for you,” he suggested, though he, too, was smiling just as passionately as Yugi. “We can try a few…different positions.”
“Now I’m really curious,” Yugi breathed, looking shyly up. Yami tied the knot and held the bound hands in front of him, kissing his knuckles one by one before slowly lowering them to a resting position before Yugi. That way, he could lean in and kiss Yugi all he wanted, but as soon as he felt hands coming to rest on his abdomen and stroke a little lower, he broke off and retreated a step. Not to be outdone, Yugi raised his arms and offered his bound hands to his lover, the submission evaporating completely from his hazy eyes. “Come on,” he encouraged. “I want you to tie me down and ravage me. What are you waiting for?”
Yami cupped the fists in his hands and raised Yugi’s arms over his head, putting them completely out if his way so he could lunge in and kiss him some more. “Such insolence,” he scolded. “You’re going to fight back this time, are you?”
“Maybe.” But Yugi just stood there, allowing Yami to hold his arms up over his head, as he smiled. “I got a taste of you, I don’t want to stop there.”
“You’ll get more than a taste.” Yami plunged in and kissed him fiercely, battling him into submission until he heard Yugi moan raggedly into his mouth. Keeping one hand on the binding, a couple of fingers hooked into a coil of the purple rope, he backed away and began to prowl around Yugi again, looking around the room for an opportunity. There weren’t many places available for tying down an impetuous lover, especially since the bed had a sturdy shelf at the head instead of posts, but he was sure he could think of something, given time. In the meanwhile, he could tease Yugi all he wanted, leading him around by the ropes and curling his arm around him, nuzzling at his ear or kissing his neck to keep him pleased and aroused while he searched. He dragged Yugi back toward the chair to retrieve the second length of rope, and that was when he saw it – the latch of the skylight was within his reach. Fastening his lips behind Yugi’s ear, he kissed and nipped at him and then murmured, “Sit down.”
Excited by the warm breath and hot kisses behind his ear, Yugi giggled but obeyed, dropping into the chair. Yami let go of him completely, then, and he glanced over his shoulder to find the pharaoh stretching to loop the loose rope around the latch handle on the skylight. “What,” Yugi wondered, “are you doing?”
“Being creative.” Yami secured it as best he could with a knot that he could release quickly if he pulled in the right place, and then rested his hand on Yugi’s bare shoulder. “You’re young and flexible,” he noted. “Just tell me when it gets to be too much.”
Yugi blinked curiously up at him, and willingly obeyed when the hand slid down his arm and pulled at him to encourage him to stand. Yami guided him closer – away from the chair – and tugged his arms up over his head again so he could tie the dangling end of the rope to the one binding his wrists. Yugi grew more excited as he watched this new development progress, and gave a little laugh as Yami yanked hard on the ropes to make sure they were secure. Yugi could rest his arms without pulling himself free, though they were still well above his head, exposing his body completely. He leaned against Yami, arching his back just enough, and was rewarded with a growl and a savage kiss. Yami grabbed his hips and pulled him up into himself for just a few minutes, while kissing him breathless, and then let go, prowling back. Far from a slave or a prisoner, Yugi looked every part the wanton lover now, fixing Yami with a burning gaze from under his disheveled bangs as he stood there panting, feet braced wide apart and arms bound up over his head. The pharaoh stood back, hips cocked sexily, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he met his lover’s heated gaze and stared back, his eyes sweeping from head to toe to take everything in. After a moment, he stepped up and around Yugi, dragging his fingertips along his body as he circled him slowly. Yugi moaned softly at the feathery touch but remained defiant, tensed, knowing that there was no way to stop his body from reacting to the teasing. Yami was going to make him hard all over again, and he couldn’t resist. First, though, Yami came back around to the front and tilted his head up with just one fingertip, tracing his young love’s lips with his tongue and chuckling darkly as he refused to let Yugi kiss him back. Though he loved the feel, Yugi didn’t want to wait, and lunged as far as his bound arms allowed so he could bite his partner’s lower lip before he could get away. Yami stepped back with an astonished gasp, finding Yugi smiling tauntingly back at him. He couldn’t continue without addressing the obvious challenge, and so cupped his hands around Yugi’s face, kissing him hard just the way he wanted and then pushing his head to the side so he could ravage his neck. He felt every gasping breath beneath his lips, along with the racing heartbeat and Yugi’s desperate attempt to swallow before murmuring, “Yami,” in desperation.
Yami broke away and raised his head, returning the smile being given him before straightening up and prowling around his partner again, stopping behind him and kissing him across the shoulders and up his arms. The Puzzle was still hanging down his back, its Eye staring outward, but it was not in Yami’s way for now. He kissed up Yugi’s neck and behind his ear, nipped his earlobe, and crossed around behind him to do the same to the other side. He even snaked a hand up and around his neck to his cheek, forcing his head back and to the side to expose his throat for a good ravaging. Yugi bunched some of the satiny rope in his fists to hold on as he surrendered to the pleasant torture, still smiling faintly as his mouth fell open for gasps and cries. Yami continued to circle him at a patient pace, kissing gradually lower and lower until he crouched beside Yugi, neither in front nor in back, kissing his hip and the firm sphere of his ass while his hand reached around and stroked roughly at his growing hardness. At last, Yugi’s knees went weak, and the skylight rattled as his weight yanked fully on the rope tied to the latch. Chuckling under his breath, Yami maneuvered around in front of him, kissing his way across his thigh and jumping across to the other while his hands worked in the center, cupping and stroking and massaging. He even kissed all the way down to Yugi’s knee, finishing with an especially wet stroke of his tongue in the little sensitive spot behind his knee that made Yugi flinch and squeal at the tickle. Yugi could barely stand, now, but he forced himself to remain upright so as not to pull the latch clean off the window – as it was, he could tell by the creaking that he was putting an undue amount of stress on it. Yami worked his way back up around the back of Yugi’s thigh, kissing sweaty skin while his hand slid up the middle and his thumb swept through the cleft of his ass. Yugi was positively keening by now, mumbling the pharaoh’s assumed name on every other panting breath. Yami stood, then, clutching arms around his middle and pushing the Puzzle out of his way so he could clasp Yugi’s body to him, giving him the support he needed so as not to strain his arms or the ropes. He buried his mouth in Yugi’s shoulder and the crook of his neck from behind while his hands groped around front, finding his erection and stroking eagerly. Yugi cried out and clenched his fists on the rope, throwing himself back into Yami. He could feel the pharaoh’s erection against his back, rubbing tantalizingly into his hip and ass as Yami moved around him to get a better grip on him. Yami gave a low laugh of pleasure as he pulled his lover into him, grinding against him but not penetrating him at all. It was the worst tease Yugi could imagine, having that hot cock pressing into his flesh, occasionally jabbing him so close to his opening but never going in. He threw his head back with a gasping cry, wilting against Yami. “Please,” he began to beg. “Please, no more. You’re driving me crazy.”
Yami pulled him even tighter against him, bracing him with his own knees, so that his erection slid underneath him between his legs. “Are you ready, yet?” he taunted.
“Please!” Yugi turned his head as best he could, panting heavily in his lover’s ear. “I’m ready. I need it.”
Yami still stroked him with firm fingers, but managed to slide his other arm all the way up Yugi’s slender body and reach above them. He had to glance up to find the knot, and then with just one yank, released the rope and let it tumble into his fist. The skylight recoiled with a little rattle, but the latch held. Yugi began to lower his arms gratefully, but Yami still held the second rope, which was tied to the one around his wrists, and arrested him halfway. He stepped back, forcing Yugi to gain his feet, and drew the rope over his shoulder until Yugi’s bound fists came to rest on his own shoulder. Though Yugi could not see, Yami wore a look of complete devotion and delight as he caressed his lover’s ass and rubbed his back and shoulders, watching the tensed muscles relax. He held the rope as he prowled back up against Yugi and gently swung the Millennium Puzzle back over his shoulder so it dangled in front, and then clasped him from behind in one strong arm. “May I?” he murmured deeply.
“Please,” Yugi panted, lying against him. “Stop teasing me. It’s enough, I’m ready.”
“I can see that.” Yami brushed his hand delicately over the erection jutting up from Yugi’s abdomen, caressing rather than arousing. “You’re so beautiful. I want nothing more than to please you. I won’t make you beg any more.”
Yugi leaned his head back, still breathless. “Just take me here,” he demanded. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“Are you sure?” the pharaoh asked gently. Receiving a nod in reply, he began to lower himself to his knees, tugging the rope with him to force Yugi down also. With his hands still bound and resting on his shoulder, Yugi could only wilt in place, settling to the floor with a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to hold himself up any more. Their backs were to the bed, it was far enough across the room that Yami could understand his lover’s desperation, but he was still able to stretch himself to the length of the rope and reach the lubricant sitting in its place of honor on the headboard shelf. As he returned, he wrapped the purple rope around and around his hand so that he had a good grip on it, but still allowed enough slack for Yugi to rest his hands on the floor in front of him. Yami tugged him back against him again, and lavished him tenderly with kisses to his neck and earlobe while he worked the cap off the lube and squeezed out more than enough. Yugi braced himself, bound hands splayed out on the floor, as Yami reached under him and prepared him with long, slow strokes of his elegant fingers. The pharaoh let him rest, then, slumped forward, while he kissed the sweat from his back and made small, circular caresses on his thigh. At last, when Yugi lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder, tugging back on the ropes, Yami knew he was free to begin. He settled himself on his knees and pulled the rope to get Yugi to sit up. “Come,” he encouraged in a throaty murmur. “Sit. In my lap.”
Catching his breath sharply, Yugi turned enough to see what his lover was indicating. “Like…that?” he wondered.
“It’s a new position,” Yami admitted with a small chuckle. “Try it. If you’re not comfortable, we can do something else.”
Biting his lip, Yugi pushed himself up enough to slide back, finding his lover’s hands there to catch him and help pry his cheeks open enough to make entry easier. With a little whimper of anticipation, Yugi rested against the waiting erection until they both found a comfortable position, at which point he fell back almost too easily. Yami was inside him, filling him, moaning at the feel of Yugi’s tight body gripping him as he slid into place in his lap. Yugi trembled for a moment, but as the pharaoh’s arm came around him, hugging him, he found he could rest his weight on his partner’s lap and remain blissfully coupled. Yami spread his knees a little to distribute his weight, though it had the effect of spreading Yugi’s legs even further. Yami reached with the hand looped in satiny rope and closed it delicately on his lover’s erection. “There,” he whispered. “How is that?”
“Oh, it’s so good,” Yugi breathed, leaning back against him. “I think I can do this.”
“You’ll have to do much of the work,” Yami confessed, kissing him on the back of his shoulder, “but I’ll help. I’m with you.” He tugged on the rope, showing Yugi that much of it was entwined in his fingers. “We’re together.”
“Then do it.” Yugi glanced over his shoulder as he pushed up on his knees and sank back down onto Yami. “Ah…together.”
Purring wordlessly in agreement, Yami positioned his hands to grip Yugi tightly around the thighs where he could help the most, to pull him back against him. Yugi arched his back to begin, with small, gentle twitches to test the limit of his strength and flexibility. Yami placed the roped hand on Yugi’s stomach and pulled him down a little harder, making him gasp. The forcefulness of it reawakened Yugi’s enthusiasm, and placing his hands on his partner’s knee, he raised himself up a little more deliberately to sink down onto him. Yami fisted the rope and used it to keep Yugi’s hands down where they were, but his other hand groped up across his lithe body and splayed over his chest, admiring his shape and the way his muscles flexed as he stretched and arched. Yugi was growing more comfortable with the position and regained his playful attitude, casting his lover occasional glances over his shoulder as he began to rock in rhythm, pushing back against him so as to fill himself with as much of Yami as he could with each motion. In time, he even managed to pull back against the restraint of the ropes, raising his arms over his head in a graceful, sensual pose, wrists still bound, head back and lips parted for breath and small cries of pleasure. Yami delighted in seeing him this way, and allowed him the freedom to pose any way he liked as long as he kept rocking into him. He slid his hand up along Yugi’s chest, trying not to grab for the Puzzle chain, settling for curling his arm around Yugi’s shoulder so their hands bound to each other could stay close. He could still use it that way to pull Yugi down onto him, while his free hand glided back down to his thigh and clutched desperately at him. They were both growing closer, and the more Yugi felt comfortable with the rise and fall of his body, the faster he could go, the closer they could get. He laid his bound hands over the top of the one on his shoulder, content that they should ride together. But they had settled into an even pace, not pushing any deeper or harder, prompting Yami to escalate the encounter even further. Yugi had already come once, so it was going to take him longer to get there the second time, but the pharaoh wasn’t sure how much longer he himself could hold out. He had delayed it long enough. On Yugi’s next move, Yami grabbed around his leg and yanked him down hard, holding him in place long enough to pull his bound hands away from his shoulder. Yugi glanced back in surprise, his body quivering a little at the brush of his lover’s cock all the way inside him, hitting the sweet spot hidden within. Yami worked at the knot in the ropes with one hand, loosening it enough to set one of Yugi’s hands free. The other remained bound – his right hand, matching Yami’s right which was also entangled in the rope of its own accord. The pharaoh tugged hard on the rope, forcing Yugi’s hand down to the floor along with his, as he pushed himself up on his knees. It slid Yugi out of his lap just enough to change which of them would play aggressor. As his knees hit the floor, Yugi gave another gasp and sharp look over his shoulder to see what his lover was going to do next. Yami thrust hard, his hips slamming into Yugi’s, and at the same time he yanked the rope to pull Yugi’s hand out from underneath him. Yugi sprawled onto the floor, his fingers curling instinctively into fists as he arched back into the thrust, lifting his head with a gasp.
Holding Yugi’s bound hand in place with his own, Yami crouched and thrust, his body curving just right over Yugi’s to match him perfectly. Yugi pushed back into him, and together they rocked back and forth, intensifying the pace to get them the rest of the way. Yami held his slender lover down, thrusting as hard as he could, bending his head to glance a kiss now and then to his shoulder blades. His roped hand curled over Yugi’s, tangling their fingers together in the ropes as they held each other down and pushed, thrust, bucked into each other, Yugi’s cries escalating with every breath. At last, Yami felt the body beneath him trembling, and let go of his tensed muscles to allow himself to come. The rush of sensation through him made him gasp out loud, and with a few last groans, he thrust fully into Yugi, calling his lover’s name until orgasm ripped a wordless cry from his lungs. He stiffened and pushed into Yugi one last time, clutching him to him as he emptied himself. Yugi twitched against him, trying to reach back for him, but then the pharaoh’s hand came around his hip and closed on his erection, sliding forcefully down its length. It was just enough – Yugi came with a scream, his shoulders butting back against Yami’s chest, their hands clenching around each other’s. They held for a while, waiting for their bodies to finish and cool, and then slumped at the same time to a sprawl on the floor.
After a bit, Yami worked his hand free of the tangle of ropes and fumbled with the one still knotted around Yugi’s wrist, finally getting it untied and pulling it away. He rubbed consolingly at the poor raw skin, but the ropes had not left serious welts after all. Yugi lifted his head with a little groan, writhing against his lover’s body to try and pry them apart. It was getting uncomfortable. Yami kissed him gently behind his ear to let him know he understood, and pulled the rest of the way out, flopping onto his back. Taking a deep breath, Yugi started to sit up, but then decided to just roll over and splay himself on top of Yami, pillowing his head on the pharaoh’s chest. “That,” he panted, “was amazing.”
Yami chuckled a little, making Yugi’s head shake where it laid on his chest. “So, does that mean it was worth all the teasing?” he purred.
“I had no idea where you were going,” Yugi admitted, “but…wow. Please, do that to me any time you want.”
Yami curled his arms around his young love, cradling him to his side. “You were wonderful yourself,” he complimented, lifting his head just enough to kiss Yugi’s brow. “So sweet and playful. Perhaps you’d even like to switch positions sometime.”
Yugi picked up his head and gazed into Yami’s eyes. “Me? On top, you mean?”
“I mean, you binding me.” Yami reached to one of the ropes lying on the floor near at hand and flung it over them, letting it rest over Yugi’s shoulders and arm. Far from binding, he simply ran it across their bodies, letting the silken fibers tickle them both. “I’d be willing to bet that once our minds are bonded again, I’ll look around and find that you’ve thought of it.”
“I don’t know.” Yugi rested his chin on his arm and grinned across Yami’s chest at him. “I don’t recall doing so before, but now that you’ve put the image in my head…”
Yami continued to just run the soft rope across Yugi’s back and his own arm. “I’ll never push you into something you’re not willing to do. As long as you know that I appreciate the gift more than just for what it allows me to do to you.”
“And that was wonderful.” Yugi bent his head and kissed his lover’s chest softly, working his way up his neck to his cheek and then his lips, which he savored for a good while before breaking for breath. “I can’t believe it,” he added in a gentle murmur. “All that incredible sex, and you never even got around to tying me down on the bed like I expected.”
Yami laid his head back down and laughed. “Next time,” he vowed. “I expect many long days and late nights playing with this new toy of ours.”
Yugi laid his head on his partner’s chest and giggled. “What, does that mean you’re done for today?”
Yami heaved a huge sigh. “Do you have any idea how much you’ve exhausted me?”
“You?”
The pharaoh kissed him quickly. “Maybe not for today,” he relented, “but at least for now.”
“Mm, I can live with that.”
They laid together on the floor for a while, not wanting to think about getting up, cleaning up, getting dressed, taking care of the mess on the carpet, whether Grandpa or anyone downstairs heard them, or anything else like that. It was much more pleasant just to enjoy the sunshine filtering down through the skylight on their naked bodies as they lay entwined, sticky and sweaty but mostly just infinitely happy. Pushing the Puzzle aside, Yami clutched Yugi to him and rolled him mostly onto his chest, so that he was laying on top of the taller pharaoh with his legs between Yami’s. It was a testament to their mutual exhaustion that the convenient friction did not arouse either of them again. Cuddling Yugi happily this way, Yami lifted his eyes to the blue sky beyond the skylight and sighed deeply. “It’s a good thing we didn’t break the window,” he murmured.
Yugi glanced over his shoulder to see what he was talking about, and then burst out laughing, burying his face in his partner’s chest. It took a long time before his giggles finally subsided.