Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Cloud, shibari
Tseng was always humbled by this gift, when the proud warrior would allow himself to be bound in twisted rope, handing Tseng the hard won strength he possessed. The nights always started out with a dinner that Tseng cooked, often a simple stir fry with tea, and they would talk, putting aside their usual roles as the Savior of the World and the Turk as they caught each other up on the latest gossip with their friends and allies. Depending on how many chuckles Tseng could get out of Cloud over the course of dinner with Reno’s various exploits always showed just how tense Cloud was and if he should set the rope out in a quite offer. Cloud would always tense slightly when he spotted the rope, pale blue and worked until it was as soft as silk but in no danger of slipping when twisted and knotted, innocently curled on the bedside table. Tseng would gather one of his kimono and retire to the bathroom to change, giving Cloud the privacy to accept or reject the offer.
Tonight, when he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in silk - concealing contacts removed and Leviathan’s mark on his brow unconcealed once more - he found Cloud looking at him with almost desperate eyes, the rope held in his hands in offering. Opening his mouth, Cloud was going to say something, perhaps plead with Tseng, but the Wutainese man smiled and gently kissed him, removing the rope and silencing whatever words might have come. A small gesture and Cloud started removing his clothes as Tseng. Only when the last had been put aside did Tseng approach Cloud with the rope.
Twists, loops, a few knots, all accompanied by reassuring touches, and soon Cloud was wearing a harness that accented his torso in a cage of pale blue rope. Slipping between his legs, the rope framed Cloud’s hard length as it twitched with each brush of twisted fibers, and Tseng coaxed Cloud to kneel, his attention sharpening as he focused even more on the blond. This was always the uncertain part for them both, and Tseng double checked that his knife was nearby, just in case. Rope wrapped around his body was one thing, but binding his arms and legs could just as easily tip Cloud’s emotions from relaxing to panicked fear.
Reaching out, Tseng rested a hand on Cloud’s shoulder, poems in Wutainese falling from his lips, and when Cloud relaxed further, Tseng began carefully binding wrists to ankles. As the seconds past, Tseng relaxed more, and when the final knot was tied, Cloud sighed before sagging sideways. Whispering his admiration for the strong warrior, Tseng let his fingers drift across the smooth skin, reassuring and checking that the bonds had not slipped. As his fingers caressed tight nipples, a soft moan slipped from Cloud, and Tseng leaned down to brush his lips across Cloud’s, drinking in those sounds. His free hand slipped down to curl around hard flesh, stroking and caressing as he whispered words of encouragement between kissing those wonderful lips. He pulled back just long enough to drink in the look of pleasure on Cloud’s face as his back arched, spilling over Tseng’s hand.
It was one of the most beautiful things that Tseng had ever seen in his life.