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roesslyngTitle: Knotwork
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Hannu, Joona, and Jonna; also Joona/Hannu/Jonna (sort of. In Hannu's mind.)
Rating: 18+ for bondage (sexual and nonsexual), sexual fantasies, Hannu getting off to the thought of being sandwiched by the twins, etc....
Length: 3.1k
Summary: Joona and Jonna decide that tying Hannu up and locking him away for a while would be a great way to make him cool down when he's being a jerk. Though Hannu keeps quiet about it, this affects him more than they expected.
Other: Precanon. Based off a panel in the comic (p 174). "If you try to leave, we'll tie you up and put you in the shed for a while. Again." What happened the first time? This is the "Director's Cut" version of Knotwork; AKA the original NSFW version that I was too shy to post publicly. The "Theatrical Cut", AKA the worksafe/13+ version, is on Ao3 here.
Knotwork
Two pairs of hands shoved him through the door. Hannu stumbled into the storage shed, and his friends' laughter followed.
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing? This isn't-"
"Payback!" Jonna chirped. "For locking Oona in the pantry this morning. Here," she said, pushing Hannu toward her brother. "You hold him. I'll find some rope."
"Rope?!" Hannu squirmed as Joona's long, sturdy arms wrapped around him. "You've got to be kidding. I-" A large palm clamped over his mouth, shutting him up. Hannu gasped and tried to turn his head away to pull loose. When that didn't work, he tried biting instead. No dice.
"We're serious, you know," Joona said by his ear. His voice was wavering; he was trying not to laugh again. "You know you ought to be nicer to her. She's harmless!"
Harmless? Hannu thought. That demon child? Not a chance. The brat bit him, and he told them that, and did they listen? No! But with Joona's hand over his mouth he couldn't exactly say that, could he. Not that it would do him any good. He settled for trying to kick him instead. That didn't help; Joona just gripped him more tightly, holding him closer.
"Now, now. You know we're right about this."
"I don't know what your problem is, Hannu," Jonna said. "But we're going to leave you in here for a while to cool down." She was unwinding a coil of rope she had found stashed amid the summer patio tables and chairs. Even though she was smiling, there was a stern note in her voice, and it was clear she meant business. "Help me with him, Joona. Quick!"
Hannu struggled. Like hell was he going to just let them tie him up and leave him in there like that. But Joona was stronger than he was, and they both were bigger than he was, and - well, there were two of them. The more he squirmed, the tighter they held him, and he couldn't curse them out either, because the hand over his mouth didn't let him get a word in edgewise.
Eventually, they wrestled him to the floor. Jonna sat on him and gave advice while Joona tied his wrists together.
"Make sure he won't be able to get out of it right away," she said as she taped Hannu's mouth shut.
Hannu glared up at her. It wasn't, he guessed, very effective, as she ignored him completely, instead supervising her brother's knotwork. This is ridiculous, he thought. They couldn't just do that and leave him there, could they? With his mouth taped shut, he couldn't do anything but squirm, struggling helplessly against the ropes and the twins holding him flush to the floor.
Heat spread over his cheeks and down his neck. The more he struggled, the worse he felt; it was like -
I'm going to kill both of you when I get out of here, he thought.
Eventually, they stood up, leaving him on the floor. They looked at him, then at each other, and laughed.
"How long before he'll calm down, do you think?"
"Oh, I don't know." Jonna let out a long hum, then nudged Hannu with her foot. "Let's give it an hour."
"Couple hours, maybe."
Hannu made a muffled sound in protest. For fuck's sake, he thought, don't talk about me like I can't hear you.
Laughing, they ignored him, and after checking that the coast was clear, Joona and Jonna took turns slinking out of the shed like a couple of cats, leaving him behind.
There was an ominous click as they locked the shed door. Then they were gone, their voices and footsteps trailing off in the direction of the store's back entrance. Hannu listened, straining to hear. They'd come back in a second, they were just taking the piss, like usual. They weren't serious about it -
Minutes passed.
They didn't come back.
Hannu closed his eyes and let out a muffled yell.
Nothing.
Then he did it again. That didn't get any response either, no sound of feet coming to open the door and help him up. Which he had expected, but - you never know.
Breathing slowly and deeply, he waited for the flush to fade from his cheeks, the heat to recede from his ears. He was uncomfortable, and a distant part of him thought that there was a reason for it that wasn't exactly what they'd had in mind; a reason that went beyond just getting thrown around and pissed off.
Maybe.
Well, it was more than a distant part of him. He knew exactly what it was. But he'd deal with that later. For the moment, there were other things to concentrate on. In the dim light that came through the storage shed's single window, he couldn't see much, except for the shadowy shapes of extra boxes and fixings that were set aside for later in the year. There was a scent of chemicals, grass, cardboard, and dust.
Pulling on the ropes would just make the knots tighter. That much was obvious. And he knew from experience exactly how good Joona was with knots.
If it weren't for the tape over his mouth, Hannu would have sworn. As it was, he just sighed heavily, and as he began slowly trying to wiggle his way out of his so-called friends' handiwork, he cursed them out in his mind and tried to think of ways to get back at them.
It was going to be a long day.
An hour later, he managed to wiggle himself loose. And after what felt like another hour of yelling himself hoarse, the door finally opened. Hannu was ready, tackling as soon as the door opened, not bothering to check which of the twins it was, sending himself and his "rescuer" flat onto the grass outside the shed. As he moved to grab for the throat, two strong hands suddenly grasped him by the shoulders and shoved him unceremoniously off.
"Hannu! What are you doing?!"
It wasn't Joona. And it wasn't Jonna, either.
Hannu groaned, lifted his head off the grass, and stared right into Mister Kuikka's angry face. Oh, shit. He took a deep breath. "I thought you were Joona," he muttered as he slowly stood, brushing himself off, trying to play it cool.
"Well, I'm not. What were you doing in there? Jonna told me you went home."
"She what?"
Mister Kuikka hauled himself up, his lips deepening into a frown. "She said you were sick." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No, don't tell me. They locked you in there?"
"Uh." There was no other way to put it. He nodded. "... Yeah."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
For a moment, Mister Kuikka looked as if he wasn't surprised to receive an answer like that at all. He also looked tired. "Of course," he muttered. After a long, exasperated pause, he added, "You might as well go home; you're covered in dust. You're not fit to be inside."
Even if he'd wanted to stay, Hannu couldn't argue with that. The old guy had a point.
Hannu pushed open the door. Stepped in. Closed it behind him, and closed his eyes.
It had been a long day.
He slid down to the floor and sat there with his feet sprawled out in front of him. When Ville came bounding up to him, yapping, he didn't even protest, just swept his dog up in his arms and pressed his face into his fur.
That lasted about two seconds. Then the squirming won out, and the licking.
"Ville, stop," Hannu muttered, straightening up so the dog would stop licking at his ears. "I'm too tired for this."
The nuzzling at his hands was better, at least. Hannu bit his lip as he felt Ville snuffle around the raw skin at his wrists before taking a few tentative licks. He decided to allow it, giving the dog a gentle scritch behind the ear.
I'll have to find a way to get back at them, Hannu thought, resting his head back against the door with Ville nestled in his arms. But how? It wasn't the first time one of their pranks had pissed him off like that, but he hadn't found a good way to get back at them last time.
And then there was that time in the graveyard. He'd never found a good way to get revenge on them for that, either.
Hannu let out a long breath. "Whatever," he muttered, addressing Ville as he stroked at his ears. "I'll think of something. Right?" Even if it wasn't that bad, really. Some chafing from the rope and a bit of soreness from getting knocked around wasn't the worst they could have done. He thought back to earlier in the day, getting shoved around, his arms pinned behind him, his mouth covered. His cheeks heated up at the thought.
It was just embarrassing. That was all. And it was just a joke, nothing else to it.
A hot shower washed away the dust and grime from being trapped on the floor of the shed for two hours.
Then he didn't think about it.
Not until later that night, when he lay in bed, half-dozing, trying to ignore the heat and the light that slipped in through the curtains, not quite closed.
He thought of arms wrapping around him, holding him back, and a voice muttering near his ear. Hot breath close, far too close, hotter in the heat of the summer afternoon. Grass, dust, and the strong hands that kept him in place.
He thought of the two of them holding him down, and Jonna telling her brother what to do to him. He remembered the hot embarrassment spreading over his cheeks and down his neck. Maybe it wasn't just embarrassment.
Hannu swore and rolled over in bed, pressed his face into his pillow, and groaned. No. No. That was not-
But he remembered the hands grabbing him, shoving him, and the twins pinning him to the floor. Covering his mouth. Rope around his wrists.
Fuck.
He sprawled out on the bed, shut his eyes tight, and swept his tongue over his lip. They had no idea. He played it over in his head. Everything they had done said that they had no idea how he'd really reacted to it. And if they didn't know, it didn't matter. Did it?
It didn't.
Hannu swore again and gave up, sliding his hand between his legs. As long as they didn't know, it didn't matter.
He thought back to that afternoon. It didn't matter if he imagined it differently. If he imagined that they knew it all along, that in fact Joona and Jonna were doing it on purpose. If they were using it against him to satisfy themselves and humiliate him. If they took it further than they ever really would. It didn't matter if he imagined that.
It didn't matter if he imagined that their "payback" was different from what it really was. That was what they'd called it. Payback. It didn't matter if he imagined that they had done more than just shove him around and lock him up for a while. If he imagined that instead, they'd use him.
It had pissed him off that afternoon, but in his dreams, in his mind, in the version that he imagined, he didn't care half as much.
What if they -
What if he -
What if she -
His breath caught as he imagined it. The two of them grabbing him, shoving him inside. Strong arms wrapping around him just like before.
Instead of covering his mouth, she kissed him.
And as he opened his mouth for Jonna, Joona's hands slid down, working to get his clothing open.
"Don't worry about a thing," Jonna said as she broke the kiss, her tone light and cheerful. "We're just going to have a little fun here. Okay?"
"I don't think he's going to argue." Joona's voice was low and deep by his ear, warm breath fluttering over it, his lips grazing against it, making Hannu shudder. "Look at him, he's already -"
Hannu's eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling.
The heat spread over his cheeks, along his throat, and down. His breath was quick, sharp, getting sharper. With an unsteady hand, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked.
In the back of his mind, he could feel the guilt gnawing at him, hissing in his ear. It would just make things awkward, he'd have to see them in the morning, and what would he do then? He ought to stop, or something.
Or something.
Hannu bit his lip and held back a groan. It didn't matter. He didn't give a damn. It was their fault, anyway.
What Joona and Jonna didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
There was, in his mind, a chair. They stripped him and shoved him down onto it and tied him to it with a speed and efficiency that they never would have had in reality.
"No tape this time," Jonna said with a smile as she reached down and brushed Hannu's hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. "We've got another plan. Right?" The second part was said with a glance to Joona, who nodded and held out his arms to her.
In the corner of his imagination's eye, Hannu saw them kiss, heard the wet sound of lips and tongue.
He gasped and stroked himself and in his mind squirmed against the rope that held him in place while the images of his friends undressed one another. He closed his eyes, and then closed his eyes again.
The vivid sensation of warm hands on his cheeks stirred him more than it should have. He imagined gasping as someone - Jonna - kissed him, silencing his groan with her mouth as she straddled him. She took in his tongue, and then she took him in again, rocking down onto his hips, fitting perfectly over him. While he should have pulled back and cursed her out, just on principle, he didn't, and didn't want to, and the press of her bare skin and the sensation of her around him was overwhelming, and he moaned against her mouth and didn't give a damn that she was - supposedly - using him just to get herself off.
Then the kiss broke. A large hand gripped his hair and forced him to turn his head. Something pressed to his lips, and he knew what it was.
"I'm not going to let her keep you to herself, y'know." Joona. There was a laugh in his voice.
Hannu let his eyes crack open. Tilting his head to glare up at him, he took in the sight of that grin on his face, felt the way he was gripping at his hair, and was torn between the idea of telling him off, or biting off his cock.
Then he felt Jonna's mouth by his ear, and faltered.
"Calm down," she muttered. "Or we'll leave you here. Wouldn't like that, would you?" Then she dipped her head, and pressed her lips to his throat, and moved.
There was nothing he could do but curse under his breath and open his mouth, the heat on his cheeks flaring up again as he slid his tongue over his lower lip, brushed and tasted, accepting. And then the cock pressed slowly into his mouth. He breathed sharply, pressed his tongue along it, felt out the shape of it, the taste of him, not quite ready for that. But then the grip on his hair tightened, and Hannu let out a gasp, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.
In his mind they used him, and he liked it, and they knew he did. The heat and the press of Jonna's body as she moved, her voice by his ear, her fingernails digging into his skin. Joona's hand gripping his hair, strong, the strands wrapped around firm fingers, muttering in low tones as he thrust into Hannu's mouth, deep, deeper, almost more than he could take.
They used him. Teased him. Used him some more. Brought him to the edge over and over, and finally he came - and then the image was gone, fading out quickly.
Hannu stared up at the ceiling. Breathed. Stared. Then he reached for a tissue.
He couldn't sleep.
After finishing himself off, Hannu went and took a cold shower, letting the icy water stream down as heavy and cold as he could stand it. The images from the dream flitted through his mind, the effect suddenly not as good now as it had been when he'd first been imagining it, sprawled out in his bed with his eyes shut.
Not that it mattered.
That was it, Hannu decided. It didn't matter. Not a damn bit. It didn't.
So why did he feel so uncomfortable?
But when he went to bed for the second time, pulling the blankets over himself and hoping that sleep would come more quickly, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that hung over him, breathing damply down his neck.
...Wait a minute.
"Get off've me, Ville," he muttered into his pillow. Then he nudged the dog to the other side of the bed, and closed his eyes.
Morning was coming too quickly.
When he trudged to the bakery in the early hours of the morning, hands in his pockets and the thin summer sunlight on his face, the events of the previous day were the furthest thing from his mind. The dream from the night before didn't come back to him until he stepped foot inside and was greeted with a pair of harmonious good mornings.
Oh, no.
Hannu clenched his teeth, fighting back the embarrassment that threatened to crawl up his neck as the previous day came back to him, and the dream with it. He glanced at the twins, unable to meet their eyes. Jonna was smirking, which just made the whole thing worse.
"So you managed to get out after all, huh?"
They were just stuck on their prank from yesterday. Both of them. He hadn't given anything away then, and he wouldn't give it away now. There was no way they knew that part of him hadn't... minded. In a way. Sort of.
That thought flashed through Hannu's mind as he shoved his way past both of them, heading toward the back. "It's too early for this," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough that they would hear it.
"Still sore from yesterday?"
"Shut up."
"Fine, fine, we'll get you some coffee."
"Hey, what if we put sugar in it?"
"Nah, that won't make him any sweeter."
In the back room, as he tied up his hair and put on his apron, Hannu listened to them talking. They'd dropped it for the moment, but he knew those two. It was just like all those other times they'd managed to get the better of him.
He'd never live it down.
End
Fandom: A Redtail's Dream
Characters/Pairing: Hannu, Joona, and Jonna; also Joona/Hannu/Jonna (sort of. In Hannu's mind.)
Rating: 18+ for bondage (sexual and nonsexual), sexual fantasies, Hannu getting off to the thought of being sandwiched by the twins, etc....
Length: 3.1k
Summary: Joona and Jonna decide that tying Hannu up and locking him away for a while would be a great way to make him cool down when he's being a jerk. Though Hannu keeps quiet about it, this affects him more than they expected.
Other: Precanon. Based off a panel in the comic (p 174). "If you try to leave, we'll tie you up and put you in the shed for a while. Again." What happened the first time? This is the "Director's Cut" version of Knotwork; AKA the original NSFW version that I was too shy to post publicly. The "Theatrical Cut", AKA the worksafe/13+ version, is on Ao3 here.
Knotwork
Two pairs of hands shoved him through the door. Hannu stumbled into the storage shed, and his friends' laughter followed.
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing? This isn't-"
"Payback!" Jonna chirped. "For locking Oona in the pantry this morning. Here," she said, pushing Hannu toward her brother. "You hold him. I'll find some rope."
"Rope?!" Hannu squirmed as Joona's long, sturdy arms wrapped around him. "You've got to be kidding. I-" A large palm clamped over his mouth, shutting him up. Hannu gasped and tried to turn his head away to pull loose. When that didn't work, he tried biting instead. No dice.
"We're serious, you know," Joona said by his ear. His voice was wavering; he was trying not to laugh again. "You know you ought to be nicer to her. She's harmless!"
Harmless? Hannu thought. That demon child? Not a chance. The brat bit him, and he told them that, and did they listen? No! But with Joona's hand over his mouth he couldn't exactly say that, could he. Not that it would do him any good. He settled for trying to kick him instead. That didn't help; Joona just gripped him more tightly, holding him closer.
"Now, now. You know we're right about this."
"I don't know what your problem is, Hannu," Jonna said. "But we're going to leave you in here for a while to cool down." She was unwinding a coil of rope she had found stashed amid the summer patio tables and chairs. Even though she was smiling, there was a stern note in her voice, and it was clear she meant business. "Help me with him, Joona. Quick!"
Hannu struggled. Like hell was he going to just let them tie him up and leave him in there like that. But Joona was stronger than he was, and they both were bigger than he was, and - well, there were two of them. The more he squirmed, the tighter they held him, and he couldn't curse them out either, because the hand over his mouth didn't let him get a word in edgewise.
Eventually, they wrestled him to the floor. Jonna sat on him and gave advice while Joona tied his wrists together.
"Make sure he won't be able to get out of it right away," she said as she taped Hannu's mouth shut.
Hannu glared up at her. It wasn't, he guessed, very effective, as she ignored him completely, instead supervising her brother's knotwork. This is ridiculous, he thought. They couldn't just do that and leave him there, could they? With his mouth taped shut, he couldn't do anything but squirm, struggling helplessly against the ropes and the twins holding him flush to the floor.
Heat spread over his cheeks and down his neck. The more he struggled, the worse he felt; it was like -
I'm going to kill both of you when I get out of here, he thought.
Eventually, they stood up, leaving him on the floor. They looked at him, then at each other, and laughed.
"How long before he'll calm down, do you think?"
"Oh, I don't know." Jonna let out a long hum, then nudged Hannu with her foot. "Let's give it an hour."
"Couple hours, maybe."
Hannu made a muffled sound in protest. For fuck's sake, he thought, don't talk about me like I can't hear you.
Laughing, they ignored him, and after checking that the coast was clear, Joona and Jonna took turns slinking out of the shed like a couple of cats, leaving him behind.
There was an ominous click as they locked the shed door. Then they were gone, their voices and footsteps trailing off in the direction of the store's back entrance. Hannu listened, straining to hear. They'd come back in a second, they were just taking the piss, like usual. They weren't serious about it -
Minutes passed.
They didn't come back.
Hannu closed his eyes and let out a muffled yell.
Nothing.
Then he did it again. That didn't get any response either, no sound of feet coming to open the door and help him up. Which he had expected, but - you never know.
Breathing slowly and deeply, he waited for the flush to fade from his cheeks, the heat to recede from his ears. He was uncomfortable, and a distant part of him thought that there was a reason for it that wasn't exactly what they'd had in mind; a reason that went beyond just getting thrown around and pissed off.
Maybe.
Well, it was more than a distant part of him. He knew exactly what it was. But he'd deal with that later. For the moment, there were other things to concentrate on. In the dim light that came through the storage shed's single window, he couldn't see much, except for the shadowy shapes of extra boxes and fixings that were set aside for later in the year. There was a scent of chemicals, grass, cardboard, and dust.
Pulling on the ropes would just make the knots tighter. That much was obvious. And he knew from experience exactly how good Joona was with knots.
If it weren't for the tape over his mouth, Hannu would have sworn. As it was, he just sighed heavily, and as he began slowly trying to wiggle his way out of his so-called friends' handiwork, he cursed them out in his mind and tried to think of ways to get back at them.
It was going to be a long day.
An hour later, he managed to wiggle himself loose. And after what felt like another hour of yelling himself hoarse, the door finally opened. Hannu was ready, tackling as soon as the door opened, not bothering to check which of the twins it was, sending himself and his "rescuer" flat onto the grass outside the shed. As he moved to grab for the throat, two strong hands suddenly grasped him by the shoulders and shoved him unceremoniously off.
"Hannu! What are you doing?!"
It wasn't Joona. And it wasn't Jonna, either.
Hannu groaned, lifted his head off the grass, and stared right into Mister Kuikka's angry face. Oh, shit. He took a deep breath. "I thought you were Joona," he muttered as he slowly stood, brushing himself off, trying to play it cool.
"Well, I'm not. What were you doing in there? Jonna told me you went home."
"She what?"
Mister Kuikka hauled himself up, his lips deepening into a frown. "She said you were sick." He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No, don't tell me. They locked you in there?"
"Uh." There was no other way to put it. He nodded. "... Yeah."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
For a moment, Mister Kuikka looked as if he wasn't surprised to receive an answer like that at all. He also looked tired. "Of course," he muttered. After a long, exasperated pause, he added, "You might as well go home; you're covered in dust. You're not fit to be inside."
Even if he'd wanted to stay, Hannu couldn't argue with that. The old guy had a point.
Hannu pushed open the door. Stepped in. Closed it behind him, and closed his eyes.
It had been a long day.
He slid down to the floor and sat there with his feet sprawled out in front of him. When Ville came bounding up to him, yapping, he didn't even protest, just swept his dog up in his arms and pressed his face into his fur.
That lasted about two seconds. Then the squirming won out, and the licking.
"Ville, stop," Hannu muttered, straightening up so the dog would stop licking at his ears. "I'm too tired for this."
The nuzzling at his hands was better, at least. Hannu bit his lip as he felt Ville snuffle around the raw skin at his wrists before taking a few tentative licks. He decided to allow it, giving the dog a gentle scritch behind the ear.
I'll have to find a way to get back at them, Hannu thought, resting his head back against the door with Ville nestled in his arms. But how? It wasn't the first time one of their pranks had pissed him off like that, but he hadn't found a good way to get back at them last time.
And then there was that time in the graveyard. He'd never found a good way to get revenge on them for that, either.
Hannu let out a long breath. "Whatever," he muttered, addressing Ville as he stroked at his ears. "I'll think of something. Right?" Even if it wasn't that bad, really. Some chafing from the rope and a bit of soreness from getting knocked around wasn't the worst they could have done. He thought back to earlier in the day, getting shoved around, his arms pinned behind him, his mouth covered. His cheeks heated up at the thought.
It was just embarrassing. That was all. And it was just a joke, nothing else to it.
A hot shower washed away the dust and grime from being trapped on the floor of the shed for two hours.
Then he didn't think about it.
Not until later that night, when he lay in bed, half-dozing, trying to ignore the heat and the light that slipped in through the curtains, not quite closed.
He thought of arms wrapping around him, holding him back, and a voice muttering near his ear. Hot breath close, far too close, hotter in the heat of the summer afternoon. Grass, dust, and the strong hands that kept him in place.
He thought of the two of them holding him down, and Jonna telling her brother what to do to him. He remembered the hot embarrassment spreading over his cheeks and down his neck. Maybe it wasn't just embarrassment.
Hannu swore and rolled over in bed, pressed his face into his pillow, and groaned. No. No. That was not-
But he remembered the hands grabbing him, shoving him, and the twins pinning him to the floor. Covering his mouth. Rope around his wrists.
Fuck.
He sprawled out on the bed, shut his eyes tight, and swept his tongue over his lip. They had no idea. He played it over in his head. Everything they had done said that they had no idea how he'd really reacted to it. And if they didn't know, it didn't matter. Did it?
It didn't.
Hannu swore again and gave up, sliding his hand between his legs. As long as they didn't know, it didn't matter.
He thought back to that afternoon. It didn't matter if he imagined it differently. If he imagined that they knew it all along, that in fact Joona and Jonna were doing it on purpose. If they were using it against him to satisfy themselves and humiliate him. If they took it further than they ever really would. It didn't matter if he imagined that.
It didn't matter if he imagined that their "payback" was different from what it really was. That was what they'd called it. Payback. It didn't matter if he imagined that they had done more than just shove him around and lock him up for a while. If he imagined that instead, they'd use him.
It had pissed him off that afternoon, but in his dreams, in his mind, in the version that he imagined, he didn't care half as much.
What if they -
What if he -
What if she -
His breath caught as he imagined it. The two of them grabbing him, shoving him inside. Strong arms wrapping around him just like before.
Instead of covering his mouth, she kissed him.
And as he opened his mouth for Jonna, Joona's hands slid down, working to get his clothing open.
"Don't worry about a thing," Jonna said as she broke the kiss, her tone light and cheerful. "We're just going to have a little fun here. Okay?"
"I don't think he's going to argue." Joona's voice was low and deep by his ear, warm breath fluttering over it, his lips grazing against it, making Hannu shudder. "Look at him, he's already -"
Hannu's eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling.
The heat spread over his cheeks, along his throat, and down. His breath was quick, sharp, getting sharper. With an unsteady hand, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked.
In the back of his mind, he could feel the guilt gnawing at him, hissing in his ear. It would just make things awkward, he'd have to see them in the morning, and what would he do then? He ought to stop, or something.
Or something.
Hannu bit his lip and held back a groan. It didn't matter. He didn't give a damn. It was their fault, anyway.
What Joona and Jonna didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
There was, in his mind, a chair. They stripped him and shoved him down onto it and tied him to it with a speed and efficiency that they never would have had in reality.
"No tape this time," Jonna said with a smile as she reached down and brushed Hannu's hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. "We've got another plan. Right?" The second part was said with a glance to Joona, who nodded and held out his arms to her.
In the corner of his imagination's eye, Hannu saw them kiss, heard the wet sound of lips and tongue.
He gasped and stroked himself and in his mind squirmed against the rope that held him in place while the images of his friends undressed one another. He closed his eyes, and then closed his eyes again.
The vivid sensation of warm hands on his cheeks stirred him more than it should have. He imagined gasping as someone - Jonna - kissed him, silencing his groan with her mouth as she straddled him. She took in his tongue, and then she took him in again, rocking down onto his hips, fitting perfectly over him. While he should have pulled back and cursed her out, just on principle, he didn't, and didn't want to, and the press of her bare skin and the sensation of her around him was overwhelming, and he moaned against her mouth and didn't give a damn that she was - supposedly - using him just to get herself off.
Then the kiss broke. A large hand gripped his hair and forced him to turn his head. Something pressed to his lips, and he knew what it was.
"I'm not going to let her keep you to herself, y'know." Joona. There was a laugh in his voice.
Hannu let his eyes crack open. Tilting his head to glare up at him, he took in the sight of that grin on his face, felt the way he was gripping at his hair, and was torn between the idea of telling him off, or biting off his cock.
Then he felt Jonna's mouth by his ear, and faltered.
"Calm down," she muttered. "Or we'll leave you here. Wouldn't like that, would you?" Then she dipped her head, and pressed her lips to his throat, and moved.
There was nothing he could do but curse under his breath and open his mouth, the heat on his cheeks flaring up again as he slid his tongue over his lower lip, brushed and tasted, accepting. And then the cock pressed slowly into his mouth. He breathed sharply, pressed his tongue along it, felt out the shape of it, the taste of him, not quite ready for that. But then the grip on his hair tightened, and Hannu let out a gasp, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.
In his mind they used him, and he liked it, and they knew he did. The heat and the press of Jonna's body as she moved, her voice by his ear, her fingernails digging into his skin. Joona's hand gripping his hair, strong, the strands wrapped around firm fingers, muttering in low tones as he thrust into Hannu's mouth, deep, deeper, almost more than he could take.
They used him. Teased him. Used him some more. Brought him to the edge over and over, and finally he came - and then the image was gone, fading out quickly.
Hannu stared up at the ceiling. Breathed. Stared. Then he reached for a tissue.
He couldn't sleep.
After finishing himself off, Hannu went and took a cold shower, letting the icy water stream down as heavy and cold as he could stand it. The images from the dream flitted through his mind, the effect suddenly not as good now as it had been when he'd first been imagining it, sprawled out in his bed with his eyes shut.
Not that it mattered.
That was it, Hannu decided. It didn't matter. Not a damn bit. It didn't.
So why did he feel so uncomfortable?
But when he went to bed for the second time, pulling the blankets over himself and hoping that sleep would come more quickly, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that hung over him, breathing damply down his neck.
...Wait a minute.
"Get off've me, Ville," he muttered into his pillow. Then he nudged the dog to the other side of the bed, and closed his eyes.
Morning was coming too quickly.
When he trudged to the bakery in the early hours of the morning, hands in his pockets and the thin summer sunlight on his face, the events of the previous day were the furthest thing from his mind. The dream from the night before didn't come back to him until he stepped foot inside and was greeted with a pair of harmonious good mornings.
Oh, no.
Hannu clenched his teeth, fighting back the embarrassment that threatened to crawl up his neck as the previous day came back to him, and the dream with it. He glanced at the twins, unable to meet their eyes. Jonna was smirking, which just made the whole thing worse.
"So you managed to get out after all, huh?"
They were just stuck on their prank from yesterday. Both of them. He hadn't given anything away then, and he wouldn't give it away now. There was no way they knew that part of him hadn't... minded. In a way. Sort of.
That thought flashed through Hannu's mind as he shoved his way past both of them, heading toward the back. "It's too early for this," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough that they would hear it.
"Still sore from yesterday?"
"Shut up."
"Fine, fine, we'll get you some coffee."
"Hey, what if we put sugar in it?"
"Nah, that won't make him any sweeter."
In the back room, as he tied up his hair and put on his apron, Hannu listened to them talking. They'd dropped it for the moment, but he knew those two. It was just like all those other times they'd managed to get the better of him.
He'd never live it down.
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Date: 2015-10-13 11:44 am (UTC)AND... "How did this happen" I DON'T KNOW when the canon gives you a gift like that panel, I just can't help but doing something with it. Especially since the Kuikka twins really are jerkfaces in their own way (it comes through a lot in the extra comics, I think....)
Yeah, I hadn't considered the humiliation angle initially, but as I was writing it just kind of... fell into place. In fact, it's usually not my thing, but apparently Hannu is an exception (He's a lot of exceptions...) It just fits in so nicely with all of his other... issues.