Trussed Up

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: bondage, dom/sub dynamics, angel/demon, cis/trans, strap-on, anal sex

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It all started with a simple question.

Pride was no stranger to taking what he wanted, and after a busy morning with only a goodbye kiss to sate him for the rest of the exhaustively long day, he was determined to have Justice in as many ways as he could think of. They hadn’t gotten quite that far yet—still squirming around fully-clothed on the bed, lips locked every second they weren’t breathing—but all that meant was Pride had more time to come up with ideas.

From below, Justice trailed shaky hands up his back and through his loose hair, the usual elastic band thrown onto the carpet somewhere. Pride grunted his approval, and bit his bottom lip until he whined. His hips bucked and Pride pressed down to meet them, grinding back and forth against his hard bulge. Panting, Justice turned Pride’s head to kiss him, mouth open wide and desperate. Pride let him have his way for a few seconds, tracing his tongue with his own, before he broke the embrace—and the illusion of control.

He yanked Justice’s hands out of his hair and pinned them to the mattress, enjoying the shocked look on his pretty, freckled face. Big, dark eyes blown wide, mouth open in a permanent gasp, his poor locs pulled out of their bun and tossed over the sheets. But, most importantly, Pride relished the flowery taste of lust on his tongue—proof that an angel was capable of sin.

“Bet you regret what you said this morning, huh?” Pride asked, still teasing with little rolls of his hips.

Justice shook his head with a dizzy smile. “I meant it,” he promised.

When I get home, he’d said so many hours ago now, I’m all yours.

Pride hummed, kissing him gently. It was a mistake to give him that much freedom, that much control, when Justice knew he would use every inch of it. It let him concoct whatever he desired, any act he could think of, pluck one of his dozens of fantasies out of the mix. It was enough to keep him wet all day. But it still wasn’t quite enough.

Justice agreeing to be “all his” was fine and everything, but Pride didn’t just want him to agree. He wanted there to be no question. No choice. For Justice to truly be all his—with nothing he could do about it.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing a soft line back to his ear. “How many restraints do you think I can put on you at once?”

Justice froze, breath hitched, and a massive wave of lust rolled onto Pride’s tongue. “Um.” He swallowed. “Four?”

“Hmm.” Pride squeezed his hands where they were pinned and nibbled his ear. “I guess we’ll have to find out.”

From there, it was a mad dash to collect as many cuffs, harnesses, buckles, and tethers as they could find. Pride multi-tasked and had Justice pick out which strap-on he wanted to be fucked with, too. He wore it in the leather straps of his harness while stripping him down and tying him up.

It took some creativity to use them up. Justice knelt on the bed, thigh cuffs chained to his ankle cuffs, and a set of nylon straps tying his ankles to the bedframe. A leather star harness decorated his chest, one that Pride chose with his incredible sense of humor. His wrists were cuffed together, then hooked to the back of the harness, pinning his arms behind his back. And the whole time, Pride watched his cock jump every time they fit a new one.

“A bit more than four,” Pride said, admiring his work.

“A bit,” Justice agreed, shyly. He was doing a bad job of not staring at the strap-on, but Pride wasn’t about to stop him. In fact, they’d both waited long enough for tonight.

“Now—” he began, turning around for the lube, but stopped in his tracks. An extra pair of thigh harnesses sat forgotten on the carpet, the only two they hadn’t been able to use. Pride picked them up, bouncing them in his hands.

“Now?” Justice asked. So polite, even when trussed up like a bird.

It hit him.

“Now,” Pride continued, approaching with the harnesses, “you’re going to open your wings.”

It took Justice a single glance to understand what was in store. He looked between the strips of leather and Pride, evidently speechless.

“Come on, J.” Pride tugged him closer by the chest harness. “Be good for me.”

He shuddered in his bindings. Massive white wings appeared in the space of a blink, kicking up a small gust of wind. Pride tugged the harness again, this time to pull him down for a kiss.

“Good boy,” he praised, and Justice whimpered.

Wasting no time, Pride hopped on the bed. He had to stand up to reach tops of the wings, strap-on poking the back of Justice’s neck. He nudged one closed, slipped the harness over the bend, and pulled it snug. Justice gasped.

“Too tight?” Pride asked.

He shook his head rapidly. “I’m—” he tried, but couldn’t get it out. “Pride…”

It took every ounce of his miniscule self-control for Pride not to bend him over and take him raw right then. “One more,” he said, to soothe Justice and himself.

He pulled the second wing closed in no time and quickly got back onto the floor. Every limb bound, Justice looked positively helpless. He couldn’t move, couldn’t touch anything, he could barely even fluff his feathers. He shifted in his seat, the most he could do, and his hard, leaking cock bounced from the effort. Pride was positive he was dripping down his legs.

“You’re really all mine now,” he said.

“All yours,” Justice repeated, pouring so much breathless heat into two little words.

Pride snatched the lube and raced back to the bed, dumping some over his fingers on the way. He settled in behind Justice and didn’t even bother to bend him over before shoving two fingers up his ass. Justice moaned, back arching and feathers puffing. He tried desperately to ride Pride’s hand, rocking as much as his restraints would allow.

“Like this,” Pride instructed, pushing him by the shoulder until he was flat over his knees. “Just like that, stay there.”

Justice dissolved into pants and whimpers, without so much as a pillow to muffle himself in. Pride pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring to stretch his hole, making sure to drive as deep as he could. When he had a good rhythm, with Justice squirming under his hand, Pride climbed up until he could kiss the nape of his neck. Justice whined, turning his head for a kiss that was out of reach.

“Does that feel good?” Pride murmured, curling his fingers against his prostate.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes, yes, f-feels so good.”

“Who do you want?” He made sure to press the strap-on against his back, shoving his fingers deep at the same time. Justice whimpered instead of answering, so he did it again. “Who do you want, Justice? Who do you love?”

“P-Pri—ah!” he cried. “Pride, I want you, I love you, Pride.”

Pride shivered, drooling from both ends. “You’re such a sweetheart.”

He pulled his fingers out and sat back to lube up his strap. From his vantage point, he saw everything Justice tried to do—he curled his toes, he flexed his hands, even his wings tried to beat fruitlessly. There was nothing he could do, no way he could escape where he belonged.

Pride lined himself up, hands planted on either side of Justice’ head. “Ready?”

“Y-yes.”

He teased Justice with the tip. “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Pride, please.”

The moan of pure relief Justice let slip as Pride sank deep inside him was better than any angel’s chorus. Pride waited until he was panting to fist his hands in the sheets and thrust, pushing out a gasp, and settled into a pounding rhythm.

“Can’t believe you made me wait for this,” Pride muttered, dizzy off the tiny sounds he fucked out. “Made me wait around all day for you.”

Justice didn’t respond, but more than likely he couldn’t. Locked in breathless, wordless pleasure, all he did was groan and pant. The feathers on his wings puffed up so much they almost obscured the restraints. Pride smoothed them down without losing his flow.

“No chance of that now,” he said, raking his fingers through the fluff. “Not without these pretty things.” He put his hands on the bed and thrusted hard. “You’re all mine.”

Justice nodded. “Yours,” he repeated, soft and raspy. “Yours, I’m yours, Pride.”

Pride bit his lip. “Mhmm. Fuck.”

Dropping down, he reached under Justice to find his cock, neglected and dripping. Pride stroked it as best he could in the confined space—the thigh restraints didn’t give him much leverage. Justice didn’t seem to care, voice trembling. Every moan pitched higher than the last, and Pride didn’t dare slow down to get a better angle. He fucked into Justice hard, stroked him fast, bit and kissed along his neck.

Justice came with a broken cry, spilling over Pride’s fingers and onto the sheets. Pride didn’t stop, keeping up his hard thrusts and strokes, until his body went limp. His wings drooped over his sides, feathers relaxed again. Pride rested his cheek on his shoulder, smiling.

“That was nice,” he said.

“Mrghm,” Justice replied.

“Wanna come out now?”

Justice gave him a floppy nod, so he got to work. After shedding all the restraints, Pride slipped his own harness off. As predicted, he was very wet.

“Do you need to…?” Justice asked, from where he drooped on the bed.

“How about,” Pride said, crawling next to him, “I get off while you watch.”

“But I want to help.”

“Okay, fine. You pick the toy.”

Justice agreed—but they had to wait for the rest of his limbs to start working first. To pass the time, Pride buried himself in feathers, while Justice tried not to fall asleep.

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