Trying so hard not to just KEYSMASH WITH LOVE AND ADORATION. I mean. Hand/arm bondage. Smidge of breathplay. Leather. Tommy's filthy mouth. The slow burn of a tightening bind, beautiful and cyclical and hypnotizing. Sexy, sexy trust. There's something so hard to describe - that you manage to make come across - about being bound in a painful/restrictive way, how it messes with your brain and your body, makes you different, makes you freer (like Tommy feels free to lick Adam's boots x_x). And partly because of that, I really, really love this part: He thinks he maybe whimpers as the cord binding his arms releases, not sure if it's disappointment or not. The manic buzz of deadened nerves coming back to life isn't much of a relief, and he tries to squirm away as Adam massages his shoulders, his arms, making it so much worse.
One of Adam's arms locks tight around his back. "Don't fight me, Tommy Joe." ...because, well, DAMN. That kind of nails it, as far as I'm concerned, with an extra dash of love for Adam, being the right kind of strong. Delicious. But the little echo, the confirmation in "Tommy wishes he could bottle this feeling to save for later" just kinda kills me with its awesomeness.
Thank you, thank you so much for writing this. And EVERYTHING, really, but this in particular. <3_<3
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branchandroot
OMG <3!
Date: 2011-05-11 08:43 pm (UTC)One of Adam's arms locks tight around his back. "Don't fight me, Tommy Joe." ...because, well, DAMN. That kind of nails it, as far as I'm concerned, with an extra dash of love for Adam, being the right kind of strong. Delicious. But the little echo, the confirmation in "Tommy wishes he could bottle this feeling to save for later" just kinda kills me with its awesomeness.
Thank you, thank you so much for writing this. And EVERYTHING, really, but this in particular. <3_<3