Se Majesté.

Tu es complètement à moi.

Ivan Goncharov x Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
Smut. Contains shibari.

Like every day, same hour, same place, Ivan waited for his master to arrive. They had pretty normal lifes as Earl and servant, but it was always when the moon had reached its highest peak when they met at the basement. It was a cozy place to meet and play. During the day, it was just a place for meetings with other members of high society. During the night, it became the master's favorite place to have more personal meetings with one of his butlers.

The Earl arrives after walking downstairs, the slender and tall figure looking around the place to find his servant. Goncharov, as expected, is sitting across the billiard table, holding some heavy handcuffs in his hands and the key between his lips. His usually formal clothing is partially away, being in only garters, underwear and an open shirt. Their gazes find each other, as they both grin in satisfaction. The butler quickly gets off of the pool table, and walks with unwavering elegance to the sickly pale Russian. Dostoyevsky doesn't falter as well, and, without speaking a single order, he commands Ivan to lay down on the red velvet sofa that is also placed in the room. Upon seeing the man do as commanded, the Earl also moves, following his steps and stopping beside him. Fyodor grabs the handcuffs, easily placing them on the servant's wrists and behind his head.

Dostoyevsky walks away, enjoying how upset the butler seems because of his low haste. Wanting this to keep going, he takes his time as he looks around the cupboards and sideboard as well, opening a locked drawer and taking the wine red ropes in his slim and bony hands.

Ivan just follows every action of his master with undying patience. As upset as he may be, he would not snap, even less for his master.

Fyodor quietly ties the ropes by memory after throwing the servant's underwear away, practicing on his favorite knots like every day. Chain Stitch Corset with Decorative Weave being his most favorite, and the first one he'd choose if he were to submit. Which was hard considering how big of an ego he had. Goncharov just lets the Earl do as he pleases.

Being finished after a few more decorative knots, Dostoyevsky looks at the whole image before tying his hair up with a bow so it would not get in the way. After that, the man sits leisurely on the man's legs, taking Goncharov's erection in his dominant hand and starting a little sway. He didn't have to worry about himself- he used to prepare himself before engaging in risque actions. It is futile for the butler to move, as the elegant knots restrain him and the cuffs are hooked on the sofa. Fyodor doesn't hurry and slowly lowers his torso, leaning his face towards the boner and slowly licking it. Goncharov gasps once he feels the Earl's gentle, warm lips teasing him so annoyingly. Dostoyevsky proceeds with a slow handjob, quietly placing small kisses on the tip of the aching, hard member.

The butler's harsh breathing is the only sound the raven is focused on, rather than the steps on the first floor.

It takes a few minutes before the Earl finally gets bored, and he calmly lets go of Goncharov's member, revealing his slim body before settling in and tightening the knots a bit, then lowering himself onto the erect member, which slid easily inside.

Dostoyevsky doesn't take long before he's already riding the taller male at a regular pace- he'd go faster, but he wants to keep his composure. So he moves up and down, enjoying the seesaw before speeding up a little, and Ivan can't be more happy. Of course, he's making the Earl enjoy himself. He would do this and many other things for his master.

He'd do anything for that man who showed him the meaning of true happiness.

662 words.