Open me to nothingness [Joona/Hannu]
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roesslyngTitle: Open me to nothingness
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 18+
Length: 500 words
Summary: Your hands around me / pulling deeper
Other: Title + summary is from "Envoy: Seven Variations" by Jan Zwicky. Prompt was "Joona/Hannu - Blindfolded". [Original post]
Open me to nothingness
Voice by his ear, speaking slowly, quiet, low-toned, not quite a whisper. Hannu doesn't pay attention to the words; only the sound of Joona's voice, the breath tickling at the shell of his ear. What he's saying doesn't actually matter, anyway.
What matters is Joona's weight on him, pinning him down to the mattress. What matters is the warmth of skin against skin. What matters is the cloth over his eyes, thick and folded double and tied carefully, so it won't slip or come loose.
He can't see a damn thing.
That's the point.
Joona's been staying overnight too often, sleeping over at Hannu's house too often. Someone might get suspicious, someone might figure it out, and he's told him so many times that he doesn't want anyone to know about this, can't stand the thought of anyone prying into their private business.
But he's here again tonight. And they don't have work tomorrow. And Joona brought the blindfold with him, coming to Hannu's door with a broad smile on his face, that sort of too-knowing smirk that he's seen too many times, and Hannu can't remember what it was that he said that was so damn convincing but here he is, and here Joona is, and here they are, and he can't see a thing.
Hand cupping his cheek, stroking it, brushing a thumb along his lower lip. Joona's other hand dips low, sliding lower, coiling fingers around his cock – but that isn't what Hannu is after, not exactly.
Hannu lets his hand rest at the back of Joona's head. Digs his fingers into the long hair, loose, falling to brush over his skin. He parts his lips, grazes teeth against Joona's thumb.
Silence as Joona pauses whatever bullshit he was saying. Good. Better. But not enough. Hannu lets his tongue slide, brushes it slowly over the tip, and listens as his breath quickens. Feels the way his hand tenses just a little around his jaw. He doesn't need to see to know that he has Joona's attention.
But this isn't enough. He thinks of the things he has imagined, the times – before – when he's thought about something like this. Darkness. Long-fingered hands pressing his head to the mattress. Joona prying his mouth open, and forcing his cock past his lips, making Hannu ease up around it and take it, and all the while seeing nothing but black, black, dark.
If only Joona would – but his hands are too gentle. From the moment he put that blindfold on him, he's been taking care to go easy, and Hannu can't stand it. Those light touches. Soft words. Fingertips brushing low around his skin, teasing reactions out of him. It isn't enough, it makes him ache, there needs to be something else, something more.
Screw him. Maybe he should say it –
"Just fuck my face and get it over with."
He knows he sounds exasperated. But as Joona moves over him, shifting to oblige, Hannu decides he doesn't give a damn.
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Joona/Hannu
Rating: 18+
Length: 500 words
Summary: Your hands around me / pulling deeper
Other: Title + summary is from "Envoy: Seven Variations" by Jan Zwicky. Prompt was "Joona/Hannu - Blindfolded". [Original post]
Open me to nothingness
Voice by his ear, speaking slowly, quiet, low-toned, not quite a whisper. Hannu doesn't pay attention to the words; only the sound of Joona's voice, the breath tickling at the shell of his ear. What he's saying doesn't actually matter, anyway.
What matters is Joona's weight on him, pinning him down to the mattress. What matters is the warmth of skin against skin. What matters is the cloth over his eyes, thick and folded double and tied carefully, so it won't slip or come loose.
He can't see a damn thing.
That's the point.
Joona's been staying overnight too often, sleeping over at Hannu's house too often. Someone might get suspicious, someone might figure it out, and he's told him so many times that he doesn't want anyone to know about this, can't stand the thought of anyone prying into their private business.
But he's here again tonight. And they don't have work tomorrow. And Joona brought the blindfold with him, coming to Hannu's door with a broad smile on his face, that sort of too-knowing smirk that he's seen too many times, and Hannu can't remember what it was that he said that was so damn convincing but here he is, and here Joona is, and here they are, and he can't see a thing.
Hand cupping his cheek, stroking it, brushing a thumb along his lower lip. Joona's other hand dips low, sliding lower, coiling fingers around his cock – but that isn't what Hannu is after, not exactly.
Hannu lets his hand rest at the back of Joona's head. Digs his fingers into the long hair, loose, falling to brush over his skin. He parts his lips, grazes teeth against Joona's thumb.
Silence as Joona pauses whatever bullshit he was saying. Good. Better. But not enough. Hannu lets his tongue slide, brushes it slowly over the tip, and listens as his breath quickens. Feels the way his hand tenses just a little around his jaw. He doesn't need to see to know that he has Joona's attention.
But this isn't enough. He thinks of the things he has imagined, the times – before – when he's thought about something like this. Darkness. Long-fingered hands pressing his head to the mattress. Joona prying his mouth open, and forcing his cock past his lips, making Hannu ease up around it and take it, and all the while seeing nothing but black, black, dark.
If only Joona would – but his hands are too gentle. From the moment he put that blindfold on him, he's been taking care to go easy, and Hannu can't stand it. Those light touches. Soft words. Fingertips brushing low around his skin, teasing reactions out of him. It isn't enough, it makes him ache, there needs to be something else, something more.
Screw him. Maybe he should say it –
"Just fuck my face and get it over with."
He knows he sounds exasperated. But as Joona moves over him, shifting to oblige, Hannu decides he doesn't give a damn.
