(One Piece) Strung
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salmon_pinkTitle: Strung
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Lucci/Paulie
Rating: PG-13
Words: 299
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "knots".
Paulie is a master with rope. It’s saved him on many occasions; from pirates who don’t believe in paying for a carpenter’s hard work, from debt collectors who don’t believe in ‘tomorrow’. He can move rope like it’s a natural extension of his body, of his arms, flicking it out, twisting it in midair like a woven snake. Watching the knots strike out as hard as a fist, watching the coils settle and tighten around his target.
Rope is safe. Paulie trusts rope.
Never thought it would turn on him.
But, suddenly, he can’t seem to make it obey him. Jerks his arms, and bucks against it, and the rope only tightens, wringing his wrists cruelly, pinning them to the headboard.
Lucci stands at the foot of the bed, simply staring, and the look in his eyes isn’t one that Paulie recognises. Mostly because he’s only used to seeing Lucci look blank and disinterested. But there’s something there that’s feral, and it sends a cold spike of warning shooting up Paulie’s spine.
Paulie sends out a mental plea, mostly because the gag is stopping him from bellowing. Calling out to the rope like the dear old friend it is, begging it to loosen, to let him escape.
But the rope doesn’t listen, and Lucci’s stalking around the bed. One hand outstretched, one finger pressing into Paulie’s skin as he moves. Single digit, insistent steel pressure, somehow finding every sensitive point on Paulie’s thigh, on his stomach, on his chest. Lazy meandering path that hits every pressure point that Paulie didn’t even know existed.
The rope won’t release him, but maybe it wouldn’t matter, because Paulie’s forgotten how to move. And when Lucci licks his lips, feline tongue snaking out, Paulie feels hunted, heady and desperate, prey in Lucci’s jaws.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Lucci/Paulie
Rating: PG-13
Words: 299
Notes: For
onepieceyaoi100, prompt "knots".Paulie is a master with rope. It’s saved him on many occasions; from pirates who don’t believe in paying for a carpenter’s hard work, from debt collectors who don’t believe in ‘tomorrow’. He can move rope like it’s a natural extension of his body, of his arms, flicking it out, twisting it in midair like a woven snake. Watching the knots strike out as hard as a fist, watching the coils settle and tighten around his target.
Rope is safe. Paulie trusts rope.
Never thought it would turn on him.
But, suddenly, he can’t seem to make it obey him. Jerks his arms, and bucks against it, and the rope only tightens, wringing his wrists cruelly, pinning them to the headboard.
Lucci stands at the foot of the bed, simply staring, and the look in his eyes isn’t one that Paulie recognises. Mostly because he’s only used to seeing Lucci look blank and disinterested. But there’s something there that’s feral, and it sends a cold spike of warning shooting up Paulie’s spine.
Paulie sends out a mental plea, mostly because the gag is stopping him from bellowing. Calling out to the rope like the dear old friend it is, begging it to loosen, to let him escape.
But the rope doesn’t listen, and Lucci’s stalking around the bed. One hand outstretched, one finger pressing into Paulie’s skin as he moves. Single digit, insistent steel pressure, somehow finding every sensitive point on Paulie’s thigh, on his stomach, on his chest. Lazy meandering path that hits every pressure point that Paulie didn’t even know existed.
The rope won’t release him, but maybe it wouldn’t matter, because Paulie’s forgotten how to move. And when Lucci licks his lips, feline tongue snaking out, Paulie feels hunted, heady and desperate, prey in Lucci’s jaws.
