Kinktober2023 Day 16: Suspension
Inverted Cross
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: bondage, fingering, hand-jobs, mild corruption kink, dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon
“You know,” Pride said, standing back with his hands on his hips, “I think I did a pretty damn good job.”
“It went smoother than I expected,” Justice agreed, naked and hanging from the ceiling.
It was their first attempt at upside-down suspension bondage, something Pride had been looking forward to since they bought the hardware. He spent months working up to it with different ties, determined to learn this specific one. It paid off immensely.
White ropes crisscrossed all over Justice, suspending him in the air by the hips. They twisted around his hips, reached out to snag his calves, and bent his knees. A series of strands around his chest tied his arms behind his back, and tied his ankles back too. His head dangled a few inches off the ground, locs pooling in a dark mass on the carpet. And, of course, his cock rested against his stomach, poking through the opening in the ropes at his hips.
“How do you feel?” Pride asked, walking in a slow circle around him. “No pinching?”
“Nope,” Justice replied.
“Good.”
He paused at the back, where his knees hung open. Even this low, his pose meant Justice was too high for Pride to use the strap in any meaningful capacity. But he was still plenty close enough for him to run his hands over his thighs, over the ropes that twisted over his hips. Maybe press a finger or two inside him, and watch his cock drip.
But that was later. He had to do a full check-in before they could get to the fun part.
Pride checked important knots for tightness and tugged on the ropes to make sure they wouldn’t cut off circulation. He reached as high as he could, found no problems, then ducked low to check the ropes around Justice’s back and chest. When he found no problems, Pride circled back to the front. He sat down on the floor to be level with Justice’s face.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hello,” Justice replied.
“Can you do one tiny thing for me before we start?”
He blinked, confused. “I’ll… try?”
Pride snickered and kissed him lightly. “Open your wings.”
“Can I? What about the—”
“I made sure you’d have room.” Pride kissed him again. “Be good and open.”
Justice swallowed. A shadow crossed the room as he carefully unfurled his wings. Pride stood up again, skipping his fingers down the feathers to make sure they opened all the way. He stood back again and watched the vision in his head come to life.
Pure white feathers burst from underneath Justice’s arms, stretching out until they nearly touched the walls. The halo behind his head shined, taking its light from the sunny window, but in spite of all his holiness, Justice was inverted. His wings made the arms of an upside-down cross, pointed away from Heaven. Suspended there, in spite of his grace.
“Wow,” Pride murmured.
“What?” Justice asked.
“Oh, nothing.” He pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket. “I just love a little sacrilege.”
Pride dragged a hand across Justice, and he shivered, fingers trailing over his ribs and stomach. The nearest wing folded to let him pass on his way around, and fanned back out when he crossed over. Pride stood between Justice’s parted knees, ropes the same color as his feathers holding him tight.
“Sacrilege,” he repeated, tugging one, “misuse of something holy. That’s what I like the most.”
Pride mouthed a line of kisses along the inside of his thigh, and Justice sighed, wings shuddering. He kissed all the way down, lips jumping over a line of rope, to where his leg joined his hip. There, he got a lovely view of his ass and dangling balls. Hanging the way he was, Justice’s cock couldn’t stand upright, gravity ensuring it was flat against his stomach. Pride reached up and ran his finger along the shaft, feeling how hard he’d gotten. Justice moaned.
“Do you know what my favorite part of it is?” Pride continued. “About misusing something sacred like you?” He popped the lube cap, drizzling the cool liquid onto his fingers.
“Wh-what is?” Justice asked.
“That you let me.”
He put the lube down. Pride pressed a finger inside Justice, and he gasped. Filling him one knuckle at a time, Pride used his other hand to caress his thigh and pinch his ass, both things he squirmed and whimpered for. When his finger was fully submerged, deep in Justice’s warm hole, he started to pump in and out, slowly.
“You let me hang you upside-down like this,” Pride said. “You let a demon touch you in so many places.” He curled his finger and Justice moaned. “What would they think back in Heaven, hm?”
“I—I don’t care,” Justice breathed. His feathers puffed up.
“No? Not even a little.”
“Nnn! No, I—I don’t n-need approval.”
Pride invited a second finger into his ass, stretching him a little farther. Justice moaned, loud and sweet, jostling in his restraints. Warm and accepting, Pride pushed deeper into his ass with every thrust. He curled his fingers and dragged across his prostate, drawing out strangled moans and whines.
“Nobody’s approval but mine,” Pride said, scissoring inside him. “Because Heaven doesn’t rule you anymore, Justice. I do.”
He slid his free hand up to fondle his balls. Justice shook and sputtered, broken whimpers falling from his lips. Pride couldn’t see it, but he knew his cock would be dripping down his stomach, pre-cum sliding over his body. The thought made him bite his lip. He rubbed Justice’s balls in soft circles, fingering his ass while he squirmed.
“Hanging you up like this is so fucking good.” He pressed in deep, feeling Justice shudder. “Such a pretty, sweet angel like you, giving up everything for me. I even get to make you fly.”
Pride jabbed his prostate and Justice snapped his wings, straight out and trembling. His whole body froze, going still and breathless. In the pause, Pride pressed a third finger inside him, and slid his other hand up to rub his cock. Justice moaned deep in his chest, every feather on his back puffed and quivering.
“Take my gifts,” Pride told him. “They’re all for you.”
Justice keened. Buried deep in his ass, Pride moved his fingers halfway out before pushing back in, keeping him stuffed full. The angle was awkward, but he worked Justice’s cock as best he could, stroking him hard. It didn’t take much effort, foreskin gliding under his hand with the help of all his pre-cum. Both hands worked to fuck Justice to pieces, keeping him stuffed and stimulated while he could only tremble.
When Pride felt his inner walls flutter around his fingers, he knew he had to pick up the pace. He rammed Justice with his fingers, fucking him like he would with a strap-on, and to similar results. Justice breathed in hot gasps, desperate, and all his moans pitched higher than the last. He gave his cock long strokes, rubbing the tip with his palm.
“Come on, J,” he purred. “Say your prayers.”
With a long, impassioned moan, Justice came. The ropes held him steady while he writhed in the throes of his pleasure, and Pride drew it out as long as possible. When Justice was spent, and his feathers laid flat again, he pulled his fingers out.
Just like they practiced, Pride made quick work of letting him down. The long end of the rope gave him more than enough slack to lower Justice gently onto the floor. Still tied up, he crumpled awkwardly.
“Pride?” Justice mumbled, tired eyes searching for him.
“Right here,” Pride said, kneeling down next to him.
Instead of saying anything, Justice puckered his lips for a kiss. Pride gave him one, another gift he would happily accept, as the deity of this inverted cross.
