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March 2020 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2020-03-05 08:01:31 +0000 UTCSigma’s chest is heaving. He has fought against his bindings until he became loopy with it. He’s trembling for the best kinds of reasons and his head turns to any and all little noises that Reinhardt makes as he moves about the room.
He doesn’t need to prepare anything anymore, but he wants to keep Sigma on edge. The blindfold around his eyes is actually one of Reinhardt’s old ties but it works wonders.
Sigma reacts surprisingly well to sensory deprivation. It’s not something Reinhardt would have thought he’d enjoy, but here they are: Sigma’s body taut and trembling, his cock a bulge in the little slips of underwear he likes to wear, a wet spot slowly forming and spreading. Showing off tantalizing glimpses of the flexing cock beneath.
Reinhardt slowly rounds him once more, then steps closer, and leans down, breathing air against the outside of one bend knee and almost getting kicked in the nose by how hard Sigma flinches away at the sudden overwhelming sensation.
Reinhardt chuckles, big hand gently curling behind one slim calf.
“Easy now…” he rumbles good-natured. Sigma is panting open mouthed, the white fabric across his cock becoming slicker and almost see-through like a pane of glass. Reinhardt never would have thought he’d find little tighty-whities as hot as this.
He kneels down on the edge of the bed. He can hear Sigma holding his breath as the mattress slightly dips beneath him.
“I’m going to touch you,” Reinhardt says softly. He has modulated his voice into a low rumble to not overwhelm the sensitive man. He gets to see goosebumps rising along his arms for his effort. Sigma’s nipples are tiny, sensitive buds that Reinhardt really wants to torment between fingertips and the blunt edges of his nails.
He thinks Sigma would react beautifully to just the right amount of pain. Maybe he could even come just from getting his pretty tits played with *just right*.
“You are… breathtaking,” Reinhardt tells him, and Siebren’s cock flexes against the clinging cage of his little underwear. The blunt tip tries its best to push out from underneath the elastic band but hasn’t quite managed to yet. Reinhardt will not help him there.
He grasps Siebren’s bound ankles with both hands and gently lifts his legs, then places his feet right in his lap.
He watches Siebren’s face quietly while he feels his toes move; feeling out where they are now; braced against Reinhardt’s strong thighs, the crisp white hair against the impossibly soft soles of Sigma’s feet.
Reinhardt reaches over and grabs a bottle of lube. Siebren gasps, then makes a longer high-pitched whine when the cold slick hits his feet. Reinhardt can see it working in his head as he tries to figure out what is going to happen, a fetching flush crawling from beneath the blindfold.
Reinhardt doesn’t say a word; doesn’t let him know what is going to happen until he gently cups Siebren’s feet to keep them nice and together while Reinhardt fits his cock to slide between the soft soles.
Siebren’s mouth opens in a soft ‘o’ of surprise, his breath audibly hitching, cock flexing in the little white panties.
