Title: Hold Me Down
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Josef Kostan/Mick St. John
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,796
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Josef Kostan or Mick St. John, unfortunately. Please do not sue.***
"You don't really want to be tied down, do you?" Mick sat back on his heels, amazed at what Josef had asked him to do. "You can break any rope in less than a second. Same with scarves. How am I supposed to tie you up when you're so strong?"
"I'm not going to try to get away," Josef told him with a grin. "Come on, Mick. Don't tell me that you haven't had a fantasy about tying me up and having me helpless under you while you do anything you want to me. I can see it in your eyes, y'know."
Mick had to admit that Josef was right; it would be incredibly sensual to see his boyfriend tied up under him, helpless to stop Mick from doing anything he pleased. There was something about the idea of having complete control over Josef that rang all of his bells.
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you even if I could render you completely helpless," he said softly, reaching out to stroke gentle fingertips down Josef's cheek. "It'd just be sexy to see you tied up. To feel like I had completely mastery over everything we did."
"I'll let you hold me down or tie me up, whichever you prefer," Josef told him, his voice a husky whisper. "I think it might be kind of a turn-on to let you tie me up. It'd be different, that's for sure. And I trust you not to do anything I don't want."
"I don't think I could concentrate on holding you down while I'm making love to you," Mick said with a wry laugh. "So it'll have to be tying you up. If you're sure that you're okay with it," he added, feeling more than a little anxious about how Josef might react.
"What about ...." Josef rolled over onto his side, pulling open the drawer of the table by the bed and rummaging in it for a moment. Turning back to Mick, he held up what looked like lengths of sheer black cloth in one fist. "Black silk scarves fit the bill, don't they?"
"You've been planning this, haven't you?" Mick said, shaking his head and laughing ruefully. "I should've known. You never do anything on the spur of the moment, do you, Josef?" He reached out for the scarves, letting the gauzy black silk trail through his fingers.
"Yes, I do!" Josef said, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Mick with a mock-pout on his face. "I've just been thinking about this for a while. I thought it'd be .... well, an interesting way for us to make love. Something we haven't tried before."
"It's not going to bring back any bad memories for you, is it?" Mick asked softly, his gaze locking with the other man's. "I know how much that night you were turned messed you up as far as your feelings about being with a man, Josef. I don't want to make things worse."
Josef shook his head firmly, his gaze not wavering from Mick's. "They didn't tie me down, Mick," he said softly, a reassuring tone in his voice. "That's not something I'll freak out over. I want you to do this. I trust you not to do anything that you think I won't like."
Mick nodded, swallowing hard as he took one of the gauzy scarves in one hand and Josef's right wrist in the other. He wound the material around his boyfriend's wrist several times before securing it to the bed, glancing at Josef as he tightened the knot.
"That's not too tight, is it?" he asked softly, worried already about hurting his lover. Josef smiled up at him and shook his head, his dark eyes almost seeming to glow with desire. The look on his face made Mick's pulse jump; he could feel desire rising between them already.
Mick quickly tied Josef's other wrist to the other wooden column at the head of the huge four-poster bed, sitting back on his heels when he was done. There was only one more scarf; he knew what he wanted to do with it, but he wasn't sure if Josef would like that.
"So are you going to gag me, or just sit there and enjoy the view?" Josef asked, a playful, almost teasing tone in his voice. "I only have three scarves, Mick. It should be pretty obvious what the third one is for. Unless you were planning on just tying one of my ankles."
Mick let out a slightly nervous laugh, leaning down with the last scarf in his hand. He wound the black cloth carefully around Josef's mouth, pulling it taut between his lips, before tying it at the back of his head and then sitting back to gaze at his lover.
"You're mine," he said softly, moving his hands down Josef's sides. "Nobody else is ever going to touch you, or hold you, or kiss you, or make love to you. And for tonight, I can do anything I want to you." His voice was breathless with desire, the words barely whispered.
Josef's dark eyes were fixed on him; he moaned softly against the gag in his mouth, raising his hips slightly as though he was indicating what he wanted. Mick smiled, bending over him, moving one hand down the smooth skin of Josef's inner thigh.
"You'll get what you want, babe," he whispered as he slowly pushed Josef's thighs apart and slid his hands under his boyfriend's firm, rounded ass to lift his hips slightly. "As much as you want. I promise you that. I'll make love to you all night until you're begging me to stop."
They had already made love once tonight; there was no need to prepare Josef for what was coming. Mick positioned himself between Josef's spread thighs before thrusting his hips forward, sliding into the other man in one quick, smooth movement.
His own moan of pleasure joined Josef's; Mick could swear that his boyfriend had never felt so tight, so hot, as he did at this moment. There was something incredibly sensual about being inside Josef and knowing that the man beneath him couldn't move.
He could if he wanted to, of course; there was nothing that stopped Josef from breaking free of his silken bonds and tearing the gag from his mouth. But Mick knew he wouldn't do that; he was sure that his lover was enjoying the sensation of being tied down.
His hands slid up Josef's arms to his boyfriend's bound hands, twining his fingers through Josef's as he continued to thrust in and out of the other man. There was something incredibly stimulating about what they were doing, a feeling of touching the forbidden.
Mick released Josef's hands to move his palms down the other man's sides; his hands moved to the back of Josef's thighs, letting his boyfriend wrap those long, slender legs around his waist, crying out Josef's name as the heat he thrust into seemed to grow tighter.
He couldn't last long like this; all he could do was continue to thrust into Josef, gasp his lover's name and hope that the other man was feeling as much pleasure as he himself was. He was sure that Josef felt the same intoxication that he did, if his lover's moans were any indication.
His orgasm washed over him with no warning, leaving him gasping and spasming on top of Josef. He could feel the other man's release, the tightening of those inner muscles milking him and driving him to even greater heights of pleasure.
Mick wrapped his arms around Josef, stretching out on top of the other man, careful not to put too much weight on that slender body. He wanted to lie here forever, their bodies joined, the warm afterglow of their lovemaking surrounding the two of them.
But he couldn't do that; life had to go on, and he couldn't help feeling that Josef might be uncomfortable. He slowly and carefully pulled out of his lover, raising his hands to work at the knots that bound Josef's thin wrists to the bedposts.
When he couldn't get the knots untied right away, he ripped at them with his fingers, tearing the silken black cloth easily. Josef would have to buy new scarves, he thought, smiling ruefully. That just might become a recurring expense for him.
Mick carefully removed the gag from Josef's mouth, looking down at his lover with concern in his gaze. "Was that good for you, too?" he whispered, bowing his head to brush a gentle kiss across his boyfriend's slightly swollen lips. "Because it was incredible for me."
"Do you even have to ask?" Josef's arms were around his neck, pulling him down for another heated kiss; Mick's arms slid around Josef's waist as he rolled to the side, the other man locked in his arms, their legs entwining as they settled into each other's embrace.
"Not really, but I thought it would be polite," Mick deadpanned, then laughed softly as he traced the outline of Josef's upper lip with a gentle fingertip. "That was fantastic," he said softly, his gaze never leaving his lover's face. "I hope we can do it again sometime."
"Oh, I think that could be arranged," Josef told him, that insouciant smirk that Mick so loved crossing his handsome features. "I think I'm going to have to get used to buying black silk scarves. Maybe I should buy stock in them. We'll be needing a lot for the future."
"So you like being held down, huh?" Mick asked, hugging his boyfriend close against him. "I'd never have thought that's something you'd be into, but I don't mind it. I liked feeling like I was in control. And besides, you look damn sexy all tied up."
"We're going to have to try that without the scarves, with you just holding me down," Josef said softly, pillowing his head on Mick's shoulder. "And yes, I enjoyed it. More than you know. I think we can come up with a lot more variations on that theme, if we try hard enough."
"I don't doubt it," Mick murmured, settling down comfortably against the pillows with Josef in his arms. He hadn't expected that either of them would like their little experiment this much -- and he hoped that they'd be enjoying nights like this for a very long time to come.***