Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Opossum Eighteen

Grim immediately sat up on his chest, then reached down to shove his thumbs between Ian's lips. He then pulled them to either side, startling him a bit.

"What did this mouth just say? You think you're hot enough to bag this excellence?" Grim teased as he pulled a little more, making Ian groan until his mouth was finally released.

He immediately licked his lips, then turned his head and licked Grim's thumb before it could retreat.

The man leaning over him immediately moved his hand to flick his nose in response, but he stopped himself right before he did.

"You brat, you think I'll just roll over because you're pretending to act cute?"

I love him so much, Ian thought as his heart raced in his chest.

Look at me more. I'm right here and I want to be here for you.

Reaching up, he gently settled a hand against Grim's right side, then pressed there until the man, with a confused look on his face, slowly allowed himself to be guided until he was on his back with Ian on his hands and knees leaning over him.

The guy looked utterly taken aback as he stared up at him, unable to say a single word.

Maybe I pushed him too far?

Ian pursed his lips, then grinned wide, deciding to just roll with it.

"I made your excellency roll over!"

Grim's slightly parted lips slowly closed until they were tightly pursed and his brow was furrowed.

Um...

Right as he was considering running for his life, Grim lunged upward and grabbed him! Soon he was the one on his back again, then there were blankets thrown over him as he was rolled around, his flailing arms and legs quickly subdued as they got tangled in the sheets!

It felt like it took him forever before he was able to partially crawl out from beneath them... only for his arms to suddenly be yanked behind his back and bound?

Huh?

He expected to just have his wrist tied up with whatever Grim had grabbed, but when the man swiftly and easily secured his arms nearly all the way up to his shoulders, he was more than a little confused.

What is going on? Where did this long rope come from?!

It actually felt closer to leather, so it couldn't have been just a normal rope.

Once he felt the man's hands leave him, Ian rolled over and looked to the side where he knew Grim would be.

The man was smirking down at him, standing beside the bed with one hand on his hip.

"Now who's rolled over?" he asked, making Ian blink a few times, unsure of how to respond to that.

When he didn't reply for a bit, Grim tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest, making Ian subconsciously lick his lips as he saw the man's muscles flex beneath his shirt.

It actually took him a few moments to return his gaze to Grim's, but he was extremely glad he did.

His face... is red. Does he like tying people up?

Ian nuzzled a little against the pillow his head was on as he continued to watch Grim with one eye.

"I-I don't mind if you tie me up, sir" he said, really trying hard to act cute for his love.

It actually freaked him out for a few seconds when he'd realized what Grim had done, but when the man simply stood back and stared at him afterwards, seemingly pleased with his work?