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today I offer: nana to kaoru au, aka the modern fwb-ish au where known virgin wwx really wants to experiment with being tied up and his friend lwj happens to know a lot about ropes
the setup would be they’re childhood friends, both in uni. wwx is struggling a lot with study stress and thinks getting tied up or roughed around a little would be a good way to relax. but he’s frightened of trying anything with someone he doesn’t trust 100%.
lwj is a somewhat of a secret rope connoisseur, though self-taught and inexperienced with others—he practices on himself and on the bust in his room from when he dabbled in fashion. he finds he loves the craft of it, the calm skill, the control that comes with the role.
he also just happens to have had a raging crush on wwx since they were teens, and after discovering bdsm, he may or may not have pictured putting his ropes on wwx’s strong, limber frame while practicing.
and it’s not just ropes—he‘s fascinated with the whole d/s concept, the aesthetic, the textures and smells, the sexual freedom. in his room he hides away a growing collection of leather and wax, latex and silk. he spends his free time on research and on treating his equipment.
it comes up in conversation one study session, as sex often does. wwx is complaining about the crick in his neck one second, the next going on a rant on how much he would like to get tied to a bed and ravaged. this really isn’t anything new—wwx talking about wanting to get laid,
and then never doing anything about it. but he’s never mentioned ropes before, and lwj’s mental bunny ears prick up immediately.
“you’d like that?” he asks before he can stop himself.
“hell yeah,” wwx sighs, “do you know anyone who’d volunteer?”
“you’d like that?” he asks before he can stop himself.
“hell yeah,” wwx sighs, “do you know anyone who’d volunteer?”
he’s half-joking, but lwj’s soul screams me. I would volunteer. pick me. so, he manages to mention as offhand as he can that he does dabble a little in shibari. wwx’s eyes grow very wide.
they end up making a deal to try it out. no big deal, no pressure, nothing overtly sexual—he just wants to know what ropes feel like on his body! lwj emails him link upon link on safety and rules, which wwx consumes with the same diligence and curiosity as his studies.
when the weekend they’ve decided on arrives, lwj invites wwx into his room. he sets wwx on the carefully made bed, takes his time to pick out the softest hemp rope of his, letting wwx look at it.
synthetic rope would be even softer on inexperienced skin, but lwj despises it and only owns hemp or linen on principle, plus wwx is wearing his usual red hoodie for this first experiment. so it’s fine. it won’t leave marks (lwj tries hard not to think about leaving marks on wwx)
wwx is rambling nervously as lwj prepares, a flush already high in his cheeks. it only worsens when lwj kneels in front of him.
“your hands, first. as we agreed,” lwj says softly.
wwx gives him his hands. lwj binds his wrists together, then ties a few double columns up his arms.
“your hands, first. as we agreed,” lwj says softly.
wwx gives him his hands. lwj binds his wrists together, then ties a few double columns up his arms.
he glances up, watching carefully. wwx is looking at his tied arms with a beautiful mix of fluster, excitement and arousal. he tests the stretch of the rope a few times, looks at it from different angles.
“yeah, so, I’m into it,” wwx whispers.
“yeah, so, I’m into it,” wwx whispers.
lwj allows him time to get to know the rope. he asks if it’s too tight, too rough on his skin. wwx shakes his head diligently, eyes still wide.
“then, shall we try the body tie?” lwj asks, finally, and moves to undo the double columns.
“—can I keep the arms?” wwx asks quickly.
“then, shall we try the body tie?” lwj asks, finally, and moves to undo the double columns.
“—can I keep the arms?” wwx asks quickly.
“...alright” lwj says. he can sympathize, after all. the sensation of pressure leaving you can be disappointing. he tries not to find a wwx with his arms tied up hot, as he moves around him to prepare.
wwx is enthusiastic, but he quiets as soon as the rope is lowered over his shoulders. they’d agreed on a simple karada to let wwx feel the ropes wrap around him, feel the pressure of it. as lwj works, he checks in more often than perhaps needed, because wwx is never this silent.
after the ropes and the half hitches looping down wwx’s chest, lwj is suddenly faced with a decision that has alarms blaring in his head. the tie calls for the ropes to pass between the bottom’s legs, on each side of their crotch. wwx...might...already be aroused.
hurriedly, he adjusts his plan, working around the hips instead. a crotch tie would emphasize wwx’s bulge, surround it with stimulating rope. yeah, no. wwx is his friend, doing this for relaxation purposes. it wouldn’t be appropriate.
soon he’s thankfully working by wwx’s turned back again. lwj ties the knot slowly, needing a moment to drag in a breath. from the safe angle, he dares glance up at wwx’s face. his neck is very red.
“are you alright?” lwj asks, again, bodily turning wwx around with a grip on his shoulder and waist, to continue looping the rope from his back into the half hitches, creating a classic karada pattern down his torso.
“mhm” wwx responds weakly as he’s physically moved around.
“mhm” wwx responds weakly as he’s physically moved around.
it’s very hard not to look at wwx’s hard-on at this point. but lwj manages. he’s a professional. he finishes the tie and steps away.
wwx is standing up, head hanging low, cheeks surely burning. his messy hair covers half his face. he’s shifting in place, arousal clear against the fabric of his dark sweatpants. and across his hoodie, hemp rope loops in a beautiful pattern. he’s fucking gorgeous.
“good?” wwx asks, still not looking at him.
“I should be asking you that,” lwj murmurs. and wwx laughs, whispers in a strained, shaky voice.
“it’s so fucking good, lan zhan. I can barely stand up.”
“I should be asking you that,” lwj murmurs. and wwx laughs, whispers in a strained, shaky voice.
“it’s so fucking good, lan zhan. I can barely stand up.”
lwj swallows. licks his lips. clears his throat, tries to think. they had an arrangement, right? he knows the extent of their deal. and wwx has been in those arm ties for a while now, as slowly as he moved forward with the body tie.
“I should get you out of the arm tie—you can wear the body a little longer, if you wish; take some photos perhaps. I will leave you to it.”
too quickly for wwx to protest, lwj nimbly undoes the knots. he massages the flesh a little, pulling the sleeves up to check. no marks. hm.
too quickly for wwx to protest, lwj nimbly undoes the knots. he massages the flesh a little, pulling the sleeves up to check. no marks. hm.
oh yea I reached thread limit on this so I guess I’ll continue tomorrow night lol
