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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - ROMANCE
Mal adds a bit of kink to a friendly make-out session. Simon/Mal, PG13.
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 1666 RATING: 9 SERIES: FIREFLY
A.N: If you don't like mild bondage (not a painful kind) don't read... if you like the kink, read on! Hehe.
If a person stood outside Simon Tam's room at this very moment, they would hear nothing. Not a sound, just complete silence. If a person stood outside of Malcolm Reynolds room, however, they were hear muffled moans, gasps, and all the other noises that come with lovers. The person would hear silence at Simon's because Simon was, in fact, the person inside Mal's room, making those noises with him. The person would then probably put two and two together, get five, and would absolutely right as they walk away, pretending they heard nothing.
Mal pulled away from Simon with a noise similar to that of a plunger when its pulled away from sticking to a surface and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, as Simon lay panting beside him.
"Hell, Doctor..." Mal breathed, looking over at Simon. "Thought you failed at relationships?" Simon chuckled and grinned.
"Relationships, yes. I never said I was a bad kisser." he said cheekily, earning a kiss from Mal for it. Simon held him close as Mal kissed him deeply.
They were still fully clothed, but given that they were the only ones in the room, that wouldn't be so for too much longer. Mal kissed him so deeply this time that when he pulled away, it took Simon a few moments to recover, chest heaving breathlessly as Mal fumbled for something in a drawer. It took Simon a moment to realize that when Mal grabbed his arm, he was clipping something cold and metallic around it. Simon heard an unfortunately familiar clicking sound and suddenly felt his wrist closed in a handcuff.
"Mal... what are you doing!?" Simon asked him in alarm as Mal handcuffed his wrist to bed post behind him. Mal grinned, and went around the other side of the bed, taking Simon's other wrist and clipping it into a second set. Simon was so astounded that he didn't even consider trying to pull away, and soon his other wrist was cuffed above him, rendering him helpless.
"I'm just makin' things more interestin' is all.." he said seductively as he returned to the bed, looking down at Simon, who pulled slightly at the cuffs. Simon's heart was pounding in nervousness and excitement as Mal leaned in, kissing him deeply. Simon found it hard to control himself without being able to use his hands, and moaned instead, his breathing reduced to shuddering gasps.
Mal trailed down his neck agonizingly slowly, making Simon writhe, trying to get his hands back. It was completely useless and both of them knew it, and Mal had fun abusing it. Simon was sweating profusely, and as Mal regarded him, he decided that the clothes needed to go. The only problem was that Simon's arms were bound; he couldnt exactly strip.
"Is this a good shirt?" Mal asked Simon, as the younger man panted beneath him.
"Umm... kind of... its not my best but--" Simon gasped as Mal took a hold of it and ripped it right off of him, exposing his chest, which shimmered in the light from the fine sheen of sweat spread over it. Mal laughed at his expression, and tossed the shirt aside, letting his hands roam over Simon's torso, feeling the moisture from the doctor's skin soak into his hands. Simon moaned as Mal massaged his chest roughly, squirming beneath him breathlessly.
"This... isn't fair!" gasped Simon as Mal lay off for a second to enjoy Simon's reaction to this torture.
"Sure, an' life ain't fair." said Mal in amusement. "But here, I'll make it even." Mal unclipped his suspenders and holster and undid the buttons to his shirt, Simon watching eagerly, his chest heaving. Mal slipped the shirt off and tossed it to the ground and knelt over Simon, a knee on either side of the man's thighs. He leaned forward and began to kiss Simon again, this time only for a moment on the mouth as he moved down the doctor's neck, over his chest, all over his stomach, as his hands rubbed up and down Simon's sides, making him shudder and squirm and try to break free of the cuffs.
Mal's name suddenly tumbled off of Simon's lips, and Mal paused his embrace for a moment, savouring the feeling of hearing his name whispered with such passion. Mal hopped onto the floor and went to end of the bed, took the ends of Simon's casual cotton pants and pulled until they had vacated the doctor's legs and dropped them on the floor, leaving Simon in navy boxers and still cuffed to the bed. Simon shivered as the cool air of the room rushed in to greet his now exposed flesh, but he quickly forgot about it as Mal flopped down beside him again.
"Having fun?" Mal asked Simon pleasantly, grinning at the doctor's half exasperated, half elated expression.
"How long are you keeping me in these?" he asked, pulling at the metallic rings. Mal smiled thoughtfully.
"Oh, a while yet..." he said in almost a singsong voice, and Simon didnt know whether to sigh or cheer. Either way, as Mal leaned in to kiss him again, Simon's heart pounding with excitement; he did not at all wish to be free...
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