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The ropes felt so cold on his heated skin. The hands binding Percival into a singular net of pleasure were precise and warm, stirring the heat inside him. Percival had been nervous at first. A giant of a man like him being roped tight and bound together didn’t sound like a good idea.
Yet when Merlin had undressed him and started to lay the first loop of rope over Percival’s chest, crossing over his back to the front again, he relaxed faster than ever before. Merlin’s elegant fingers brushed just barely over his skin, and only in places, Merlin knew Percival loved to be touched. Another layer of rope found its home against Percival’s biceps, looped twice and was gently secured before leading to his other arm and binding them together.
They were silent. The only noises were the soft rustling of rope and the heavy breath escaping Percival. Now and then, Percival heard Merlin move. In the beginning, Merlin had asked whether he wanted to have his eyes closed or open and whether he needed help to keep them closed if so. Percival declined the offer but has decided to keep his eyes closed of his own accord to feel all of it more intensely.
Another loop; a slight pull on his left arm; before the rope settled over his forearm and then crossed back to the right arm once again. It was meditative. Merlin would secure one section after another, restricting Percival’s movement step by step and giving Pervical no choice but to follow the pull of the rope. Once his wrists were bound, Merlin stepped from behind Percival's back and looped another rope around Percival’s hips. He then proceeded to gently hook it into the rope binding Percival’s arms and secured that so Percival couldn’t move his arms back at all. The rope between the tall man’s arms prevented him from moving his arms to the front.
Percival made a soft noise and Merlin stopped. “Colour?”
Percival tested the bonds and felt his cock filling at the almost non-existent range of movement. Swallowing against his dry throat he answered: “Green.”
“Good.” Merlin’s voice was like velvet and Percival calmed significantly. His cock could wait.
The next few moments were spent with Merlin looping more rope and knotting it here and there, thighs bound to calves, forcing Percival to kneel. A rope around his ankles secured them so they were slightly spread. Another rope then anchored Percival’s chest to his ankles and a wide soft silk one looped thrice over Percival’s throat and was secured to the calf rope, forcing him to arch his back and neck backwards, pulling all the ropes taught. His cock had started to throb, asking - begging - for Merlin’s attention.
Percival heard Merlin step back and he knew he was trapped. Fully at the other’s mercy. Percival had never felt so calm.
“God, Percy… you look so gorgeous. I wish to paint you like this. Will you let me paint you like this?”
Percival moaned, cock twitching. “Yes.”
Merlin sat down and started to sketch, taking his time but checking in with Percival every so often. Percival was just happy existing in this limbo. His cock had stopped trying to gain his attention, seemingly accepting it would not happen right now.
At one point, the taller man didn’t know how long later, Merlin came over again and his fingers burned where they touched Percival’s cheek.
Hot breath over Percival’s cheek and a slightly cold nose against his own betrayed how much Merlin wished to close the gap. “Colour?”
“Green.”
“Hmm.” Percival loved the sound of Merlin’s voice, it didn’t matter what Merlin said or used his voice for, as long as Merlin directed it towards Percival he was content. “I will kiss you now. Then I will inspect the ropes over your body, checking for rope burn. And then…” Merlin trailed off and followed through with his intentions. Percival tried to kiss back, his hands twitching and trying to reach for Merlin uselessly.
Panting and moaning, Percival finally allowed himself to look, straining his eyes to watch Merlin’s face as he knelt before Percival. “Close your eyes, love. In the position you are in, it won’t be good for you.”
With a slightly dismayed sound, Percival obeyed. So far Merlin had never led him astray so he believed him in this too.
A shift of air and soon Merlin’s fingers trailed over the ropes. A gentle touch burning like fire against Percival’s skin provoking him to moan and his cock to throb again. Even before Merlin was done checking the silk rope over his throat, Percival was panting and squirming, begging for Merlin to touch him.
“Please Merlin please!”
“Shush, love. I am done with checking. Now I will ensure you will remember this fondly.”
The contact was lost for a moment and Percival winced. Before Percival could panic, he heard the sound of their lube bottle popping open and felt a generous squirt landed with a soft splash. “Merlin?”
“I promise, it’d be good, love.” Merlin stepped closer again, and Percival could hear a soft thud indicating Merlin’s knees hitting the ground before Percival. A moment later a deep moan was torn out of Percival’s throat, eyes opening of their own accord before he grunted and let them close halfway again. “Fuck.”
“Hmm, for now only my hand. Next time I will bind you in a way that means I can use your hole. You’d like that love?”
“Yes- please.”
“Hush, it’s all good. I’ve got you now.” Merlin mumbled and placed kisses over Percival’s chin and neck. Percival wanted to thrust but he had no room to do so; all he could do was hang in his bonds and seek the pleasure Merlin gave him with each stroke of that hand on his cock.
Giving into this powerlessness felt incredible. “Ah. AH.”
“Yes, Percival. Just like this, give in. Come for me my love.” It did not take long before Percival felt his balls draw tight and his cock stiffen that last bit before he saw stars and shot his load. He felt it splash against the ropes on his chest and legs and lamented for a moment how ruined the ropes must be now.
Merlin’s lips kissed away any thoughts of that.
“So marvellous. So beautiful. Just for me.” Merlin praised and Percival’s heart started to slow from the race of orgasm to a comfortable pounding of love.
“I will clean you carefully now and then unwrap you-” Percival whined; he didn’t want to be unbound. “Don’t worry love, we will do this again. We have more rope colours to try than just green. But I don’t want you to strain anything.”
“Hm.. I guess.” Percival murmured, voice hoarse and lips dry. Merlin always had the best ideas, so Percival trusted he knew what he was doing now too.
While the orgasm had been a crashing wave, the gentleness with which Merlin untied him and massaged feeling back into his limbs was like Percival’s favourite blanket wrapped around him. The cuddles after were even better.