Logan found ropes pretty, the intricate ways he could knot them, the interweaving colours and patterns, he started practising on himself, tying them over his chest, around his ankles and legs. But he wanted more. So, when Remus had enthusiastically consented, he found himself at eight in the morning tying Remus up with all kinds of colours and patterns. His wrists and ankles bound, tied tight yet safe down his arms and up his legs, tying his calves to his thighs so he's all spread out pretty in his naked glory. Logan feels proud and also a little in love.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles #4
FanfictionThe fourth installment of mostly smutty drabbles for Sanders Sides. Find the previous parts on my profile.
