Japanese rope art (Tamaki/Kyouya)
Tamaki was unused to all aspects of Japanese culture. Kyouya, at first meeting Tamaki, thought a few trips around Japan and Tamaki would be his loyal, obedient idiot...
He stretched his arm, muscles tensing as the rope was tugged and did not move an inch. This was unexpected. Kyouya had been caught off guard by Tamaki's new interest.
When Tamaki had suggested they try it, Kyouya had assumed that they would watch a master perform it on his model.
It turned out Tamaki had already made his own arrangements, received some lessons and some rather enlightening self tutoring.
Tamaki was now putting it to good use. He grinned boyishly at Kyouya.
"You look..." Tamaki stopped, reaching out and running his hand down Kyouya's chest, the mixed feel of soft, right rope and tight, supple flesh making him shudder.
Despite his insecurities, Kyouya started to become more interested.
"Kyouya," Tamaki groaned, "You feel!"
It was interesting, Kyouya reflected later, the ropes unbound, only pinkish marks left on his pale skin.