Author’s Notes: Er…yes, thank you Janet Jackson. And my You muse. Who both apparently have a thing for mild bondage. >> Er x2…This I guess could be classified as a “songfic” but not in the traditional sense in any case. The story, while inspired by the song “Rope Burn” isn’t directly related to it and I don’t include the lyrics in the story itself (accept in two cases towards the end). If you want to hear the song, email me.

I’ve included the timing because if you want to do the “Dark-Side-of-the-Moon-meets-Wizard-of-Oz” bit, you’ll need them to keep track of how fast you’re reading the story.

And yes, that big gap towards the end is intended to be a dramatic pause. >>;;

(0:00) You looked up when the door closed. Cha stood in front of it, his hands behind his back. “Hey,” he said noticing the sudden change in the other’s demeanor.

(0:07) “Hey…” Cha took a step forward, his hands still shielding from You’s sight whatever it was he held behind his back.

“Um--”

(0:13) “We’re in for the rest of the night, right…?”

“Yeah--”

(0:16) “Good.” Cha continued his advance, now standing beside the bed. Sliding his hands from behind his back, he offered up a pair of black satin ribbons.

“O-oh.”

Cha smiled and climbed onto the bed. He lay back as the smaller man crawled on top of him, his dark eyes flashing with a predatory gleam he hadn’t seen before.

(0:31) “I think this place has done something to me…”

(0:34) You gasped as the other’s lips met his own in hungry kisses before he could form a coherent reply. He parted his lips to allow the other’s probing tongue access to the dark confines of his mouth, arching his body up into the long-fingered hands that slipped under his T-shirt and began their exploration of his chest, tweaking already hard nipples under the thin cotton fabric. He groaned and heard a deep-throated chuckle come from the man above him, making his cheeks only redden more.

(1:00) “Arms up, Love.”

Of their own volition it seemed, his arms obeyed, lifting themselves over his head so as to allow the other man to slide his hands up his torso, ridding him of his shirt. The air in the room, warmed by the candles flickering around them, felt…soft against his naked skin.

Cha’s lips returned to his ear and breathed hot words of lust and dark fantasies. You’s eyes slipped shut and he moaned softly, pressing his body closer to the man above him.

He felt the satin over his eyes first. He could hear that throaty laugh and his own soft panting in the darkness that now surrounded him.

The hands moved to his hips, caressing the trail that led from under the soft curve of his hipbone down his groin. He felt the hands tighten over the bulge in his jeans and he gasped, twisting in their grip.

“Hips up.”

(1:54) He arched up and felt the stiff cloth slide down his legs. Naked and vulnerable and unbelievably aroused, he waited for the other man to touch him, longed for the other man to touch him.

“Roll over.”

You groaned and obliged him, turning over onto his stomach. Cha’s hands slid up his body starting somewhere on his thighs and making their way up to clasp his wrists together, holding them to the ornate headboard. He felt the satin on his skin again and he moaned into the plush surface of the pillow.

Cha shifted above him and there was a pause when all he could hear was their breathing…

(2:26) The smaller man moved again, his hands parting the cheeks of his ass, his hard length pressing against his tight entrance. Gasping, he pulled instinctively at the satin strips that bound him to the bed. He felt Cha lean forward as the head of his cock slowly slid into the body below him. You moaned as he arched back against the hands that held his hips still.

One of the hands left its place and he turned his head to listen. A shiver of anticipation ran down his body. He jumped and cried out as hot candle wax slid down his spine.

(3:04) “You wanna know what my tongue feels like?”

The wet muscle slid along the shell of You’s ear, drawing a groan from between his lips. His head jerked to the side.

(3:12) “You like that?”

The other’s sex drove into him and oh, the moan that was ripped from his mouth then. But it wasn’t enough. You rolled his hips and thrust back against him, desperately attempting to pull the smaller man closer…deeper…He bit his lower lip till it bled, enjoying the contrast of pain and pleasure. His moans melted into mewling cries as his entire body shook while tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes. His body tensed at every thrust, drawing delicious moans from the man on top of him. “Oh, Cha…”

“Hush…”

(3:41) Somewhere in his cloudy mind, he registered one of Cha’s hands curling over his hip and sliding beneath his shuddering body. Those long fingers wrapped around his swollen sex, sliding over it in time with the thrusts from behind. He thrust down into the hand below him, burying his face in the pillow.

The other’s thrusts became more erratic, fast and deep and powerful. You thrashed below him, drawing closer to the peak, closer to the abyss.

(4:03) Closer…closer…

“Cha…nnnh--”

His body went rigid and he screamed.