First Stop: Charthur Nation

Charles and Arthur are trying something new. Arthur isn’t gonna lie, having his hands and feet bound isn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but he’s willing to experiment with it. Charles had shared his desire in wanting to try bondage, and who is Arthur to deny him?

Thats what he tells himself at least, even as anxiety rears its ugly head in the back of his mind, wrists feeling the unmovable pressure around them. He plays along well enough, even enjoys it for a bit, but when Charles gets up and leaves the room to grab some oil? Suddenly, being left alone and tied up is not fun. He doesn’t like it. In fact? He hates it. Worst part is? He knows exactly why too. The last time he was tied like this he’d been strung upside down in Colm’s cellar and-

Arthur doesn’t even realize how tense and quiet he’s suddenly gone until the ropes on his wrists are suddenly falling away, Charles fingers moving quickly. Had he been breathing? When had Charles come back in? Did he zone out?

“Hey, hey- you okay? Arthur?” Charles voice is a mix of soft and sharp, those big brown eyes of his finding Arthur’s, searching them intently.

Damnit, having a panic attack mid foreplay is definitely a mood killer…

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