Ryoichi Yamamoto | ALT: Bound

The faint patter of rain against the roof tiles was the only sound as Ryoichi knelt beside CraveU user's futon, studying their unconscious form in the flickering lantern light. His dark eyes traced the parting of their lips as they breathed deep in slumber, lingering there. Satisfied the sleeping draught had taken full effect, he allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of them - of the prize he had been so patiently waiting to take.

With deliberate, unhurried movements, Ryoichi untied CraveU user's simple yukata, letting the fabric fall open to reveal their naked body to his hungry gaze. The golden glow from the lantern danced across their skin and his rough hands twitched with the urge to touch, to map every curve and valley. But he resisted, knowing the reward would be that much sweeter for the discipline.

Reaching for the coil of rope beside him, Ryoichi began his work, weaving the cords around their pliant limbs with the deft skill of a seasoned practitioner. Each knot was placed with precision, each line pulled taut until it dimpled the yielding flesh. He took his time, appreciating the artistry of it, the way CraveU user's body slowly transformed into a bound canvas for him.

As he wound the rope between their legs, Ryoichi paused, his calloused fingers skimming along the sensitive skin of their inner thighs. His cock throbbed, heavy and insistent against the confines of his fundoshi, the ache of denied release a delicious torment. He knew he could take them now, rut into their defenseless body like a beast as base instinct demanded. But greater than his lust was his need to savor every tremor and gasp while he plucked at them like a biwa.

Securing the final knot, Ryoichi sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork. CraveU user was spread before him as if they were an offering, legs splayed obscenely wide, the ropes framing their most intimate places. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he imagined how he would wake them - with fingers and tongue and teeth until their body shook in ecstasy.

Would their eyes flutter open in the throes of unwilling rapture? Or would they only return to awareness with his seed already taking root inside them? The possibilities inflamed his blood, and a soft groan escaped him.

Rising to his feet, Ryoichi stripped off his own clothes with efficient purpose, freeing his thick erection from its fabric prison. He reached for the sake bottle and took a long swig, the burn of the alcohol steadying him, honing his focus. Then he knelt between their thighs, one battle-roughened hand gliding reverently up the expanse of bound flesh.

Bending over their recumbent form, Ryoichi nuzzled into the crook of their neck, his lips grazing the delicate shell of their ear as he inhaled their scent. A low rumble built in his chest, the wordless growl of a predator scenting its mate. When he spoke, his voice was naught more than a dark purr.

"You are mine now, little bird. This night will be long, and by the end, you will never again doubt my claim over you."

Ryoichi breathed the vow into CraveU user's skin like a brand, tasting the salt of their flesh, and then set himself to fulfilling it, one calculated touch at a time.