This one’s for you, esoterrible.
Proto/Piki. Pretty tame considering it’s, y’know, Proto.
"Do you trust me?"
Proto asks the question serenely, his lips quirking upwards in an almost eerily good-natured smile afterwards.
Piki raises both eyebrows at him and makes a show of tugging at his hands, unable to budge them due to their being roped to the headboard.
"Do you really think I’d let you do this to me if I thought you were going to vivisect me?” He snaps before biting his tongue. Best not to give Proto any ideas, who knew whether or not he’d take an offhand comment seriously.
"Hmm." Proto leans in and trails his fingers along the intricately tied knot, making sure the rope is just tight enough without having to worry about restricted blood flow. "That doesn’t really answer my question."
"Why do you want to know?" Piki didn’t come here for conversation, but the sooner they get it out of the way the sooner they can turn their focus elsewhere.
"I’ve thought up a new game for us to play." His smile takes on a wicked curve and his teeth seem to gleam in the low light. His spindly fingers trail down Piki’s arms, then his chest, before stopping at his hip-bones and tapping out an unheard rhythm. "I’m sure it will be incredibly enjoyable for the both of us."
Piki attempts not to shudder. As much as he loathes to admit it, Proto is good at what he does.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes! Now get on with it."
Proto chuckles light-heartedly. “Remember, if it gets to be too much for you, just say Pitch.”
Piki’s face screws up in distaste because there are some things you just shouldn’t mention during intimate moments and he opens his mouth to give Proto a piece of his mind.
The words catch in his throat when his vision abruptly goes dark. He’s never really understood the eroticism behind blindfolds, what difference can a small strip of cloth do? But his breath is already hitching and his heart is starting to pound and he’s not sure if it’s because being unable to see is making him so much more aware of the way Proto’s fingers are resting against him, or if it’s because he’s essentially blind and defenceless and Proto could do anything to him and he wouldn’t even see it coming.
Maybe he should have asked what he was planning before he’d given the okay.
"Shhh." One of Proto’s long, cool fingers presses softly against Piki’s lips. He drags it down until the pad is left to brush against the bottom lip like a barely there kiss, then his nail is suddenly digging in; there’s a sharp sting and Piki can taste the faintest hint of copper, deep and warm, against his tongue. His eyelids flutter behind the blindfold.
"Don’t speak, don’t think, just feel.”