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July 2021 Drabble #2
🕑 Added 2021-07-08 06:00:03 +0000 UTCGabriel/Akande – Akande plays with his favorite toy.
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Akande’s eyes are dark and glittering, hovering like stars above Gabriel’s face. He is shuddering intermittently, staring up at him as if he were some kind of deity.
“You will not flee.” There is no question about it; no uncertainty. The statement is made without any force; just a calm stating of facts while Akande’s large hands cup Gabriel’s chest and squeeze is pectorals together for a moment.
Gabriel can feel the edges of his body become fuzzy as Akande’s fingers lightly brush his nipples. He closes his eyes, focusing on centering himself. Not letting himself fly apart and out of the bonds that are holding him spread-eagle on the bed.
Akande watches him for a few seconds longer, his smooth face briefly creased as he seems to wait for whether Gabriel can do what he is asked for or not. Eventually he moves out of his view, the bed gently creaking as his weight shifts around on it.
It becomes a lot more difficult to remain himself without the anchor of Akande’s dark eyes. Gabriel shifts restlessly, but before it can become agonizing, Akande is back there, hovering and blessedly oppressive. His mere presence seems to push down on Gabriel; digging him into the mattress and giving him no space to fly apart and lose himself.
He is studied like a specimen; then Akande’s large hand cups the side of his face.
“You are a delicious morsel. Overwatch has been lax in letting you run away. But I will not. I do not tend to let go of my toys.”
Gabriel stares at him, his insides twisting slowly around themselves. He can’t tell anymore if it just feels that way or if they are actually moving and shifting and tying themselves up into knots because of Akande’s calm confidence.
He is so focused on him that when the cold hits his left nipple, it takes him by surprise. His eyes open wide, body jerking as if an electric current has gone through it. The ropes hold fast, keeping him pinned while his brain tells him in quick succession that he is not in pain and that the cold comes from the ice cube Akande is pressing against his pectoral.
Gabriel makes a low whining sound. It’s more animalistic than anything else. He doesn’t know what his expression looks like, but Akande seems amused by it. His white teeth flash at him for a moment before he leans up so he can see what he is doing.
One ice cube becomes two that are simultaneously pressed against Gabriel’s nipples until the ache is just this side from painful. His mouth opens, too long tongue unfolding until the tip of it lies somewhere against his collar bones.
Akande pulls the cubes back, lets him regain his senses, then presses them back in, shocking Gabriel’s system all over again.
He tends to run very hot and any semblance of cold is… intense.
From the look of satisfied pleasure, Akande knows exactly what he’s doing.
