- Duran Duran (2)
The headboard is icy cold where I wrap my fingers around it, knowing I will need something to brace against soon. He's so heavy, lying full length along my body; I wish I knew why that not-quite-an-ache of compression in my ribcage excites me so. But now that I'm awake, and ready for him, he's teasing me, pressing close without going in for the kill.
Well, I know ways to get him going too.
Nick/Simon/John, circa Notorious. Pain and pleasure play. Plot? A little plot.
The other slave waits patiently, unbound, with hands folded neatly behind his back and glorious dark hair falling in waves around his down-turned face. He is the picture of serene submission -- if it weren't for the suggestive lift of the front of his loincloth, and the silent, rapid rise and fall of his breathing, one might think he was unaware of his exposed position, and all the interested eyes fixed upon him.