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If Koby is totally honest, this isn’t the worst situation he’s ever been in.
There was that time on Alvida’s ship when the crew all got food poisoning, and he had been the one on deck cleaning duty. That had been pretty bad.
Yeah , he thinks, tossing his head to get his bangs out of his eyes. This isn't so bad. He’s had his share of shit days. But getting tied up and left in a closet half-naked is pretty close to topping the list.
And look. It's not like he's never been bullied before. He was bound to run into guys with unchecked egos in the Marines. Just look at Helmeppo, for Blues’ sake.
Koby does his job. That's it. It's not his fault other people are insecure.
He bites down on the knot they shoved between his teeth in irritation. It’s a figure-eight knot, which means it’s bulky enough that the rough texture presses down on his tongue. It’s tied around the back of his head, digging painfully into the sides of his cheeks.
It had happened in such a blur. Getting tackled by four older, bigger, stronger cadets and dragged into this stupid broom closet was enough to make his head spin. They stripped him of his uniform and took it Blue knows where, leaving him in his regulation undergarments.
Since you like knots so much, one of them had taunted, getting handy with a rope while the other three managed to hold him down. In what seemed like seconds, they’d woven the rope around his chest. It was an intricate—and admittedly, impressive—design that connected at his wrists, pressing his elbows together, forcing his back to arch. The line of the rope even went all the way up to his throat, ensuring that if he tugged too hard, he’d be unwillingly cut off his airway.
Koby’s annoyed and angry and morbidly delighted. They did this because they were jealous . It means he's doing something right.
Still makes for an awfully inconvenient situation, though.
The rope covers his entire torso—it even dips between his legs, reconnecting at his hips to render him almost completely immobile.
And the knot they tied between his legs? That’s just cruel.
Koby had let out an undignified squeak through the gag when he felt it. The knot is little, barely more than a clove hitch—but it’s perfectly positioned to rub tantalizingly against his clit.
Trapped in a closet, tied up and shivering as every movement sends lightning pulsing down his spine.
Still not worse than Alvida. But pretty damn close.
He could get out of this. He could . He just…had to think of a way to do it. The ship’s gentle rocking meant night had fallen. Koby could try screaming for help, but then someone else would see him like this. Would the humiliation be worth the rescue? He’s not sure.
He squints in the darkness. At least they let him keep his glasses, though it doesn’t do much good. Like most Marine ships, their cleaning supplies were locked up tight. Only a few slivers of moonlight can slip through the cracks of the old wood.
He kicks against the closet door. It rattles the mops and buckets next to him, and also sends a zing of pleasure up his spine as the movement teases his core. Koby gasps, nearly bending double. The arousal from such simple movements is making him insane. At this rate, he might cum like this.
Koby hopes he never sees a knot again.
He sucks in rapid, sharp breaths. His skin feels too hot and he’s chafing against the ropes. He supposes it’s a good thing they left him with his underwear, but the extra fabric is making it worse. He can feel how wet he’s getting, his body responding to direct stimuli.
Koby is still thinking up a half-baked escape plan when the door to the closet opens. Koby’s body jolts, then a moan slips out as he accidentally grinds the rope on his bud.
Wonderfully—or horribly—a person he recognizes stands in the doorway. The moonlight shines through Helmeppo’s hair, barely illuminating his shocked face.
“Koby?”
Helmeppo tilts his head, eyes moving up and down his body. Koby tries not to blush. Technically it’s nothing Helmeppo hasn’t seen before (close bunks made sure of that), but still. Tied up like this, he’s got to look obscene.
“What did you do?”
Koby’s chagrin morphs into annoyance. It’s not my fault , he tries to say, but it comes out like mmffah .
Helmeppo waves him off as he gets closer, letting the door close behind him. The closet feels even smaller than it did moments ago. In these close quarters, there’s barely an inch between them.
“Looks like someone got tied up in his chores.” Koby huffs. “Alright, hold on.” Helmeppo’s hands roam across Koby’s shoulders and his chest, trying to find the initial end of the rope; some starting point to this madness.
Koby tries to stay still. He tells himself that he’s shivering because he’s mostly naked and it’s cold , not because he’s never quite noticed just how big Helmeppo’s hands are.
Just how big all of him is, actually. Helmeppo is taller than him, he knows that, broader in ways that Koby isn't. But like this, when he can literally feel the heat radiating off of the blond’s body, it’s impossible to ignore.
Okay. Maybe this is worse than Alvida with the stomach flu.
“Would be easier if I had a sword,” Helmeppo mutters, hands still wandering. He trails them up Koby’s shoulders to tease at the base of his neck, and finds that the knot in his mouth isn’t attached to the rest of the restraints.
“You are not getting near me with a sword right now,” Koby says as soon as he’s able. He spits out a few rope fibers. Gross.
Helmeppo’s face drops into annoyance. “Well. Allow me to leave you here and let you get out of it yourself—” He makes to move to the door.
Panic lances down Koby’s spine. “ Don’t —”
The ship rocks steadily to the side. The top of a mop clatters against Koby’s temple as everything shifts. It forces them both to regain their footing. Koby lets out a strangled moan as molten heat shoots down his spine, pooling in his belly.
Shit. Maybe Helmeppo didn't hear that.
Helmeppo’s eyebrows shoot up. Damn it, he definitely heard it. “Are you alright?”
“Do I look alright?” Koby snaps through gritted teeth. He immediately feels bad at the flash of hurt on Helmeppo’s face. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Just, help me get out of this. Please.”
“It would help if you knew which one of these was tied last.” He pokes at a knot on Koby’s hip, which is way too close to other areas that Koby really doesn’t need to be thinking about right now. “I can’t find the tag end.”
“Can’t—” Koby wriggles as much as he can, barely biting back an embarrassing noise. The effort costs him, as his voice pitches higher with his next words. “Can’t you go get a knife or something? Something smaller than a sword?”
Helmeppo isn’t looking at him—his eyes are locked on the pattern that runs down Koby’s torso toward his inner thighs. A small smile crosses his face. “Ha! Found it.”
And then, before Koby can do anything—like breathe, cry, or throw up—Helmeppo kneels.
Koby’s heart pounds in his ears, loud and wild as the tide.
“What are you doing?” He considers kicking the blond. With Helmeppo’s face so close, he’d probably manage to knee him in the nose. He tries to move backward, but Helmeppo’s hands are on his hips, wide and callused. The warmth radiates through the thin fabric of Koby’s undergarments.
“I found the—oh.” Helmeppo’s eyes widened. He’s staring directly at— oh sweet Blues .
“Is this little thing giving you trouble?” He pokes at the knot nestled between Koby’s legs.
It’s all Koby can do not to melt.
“N-not more than everything else,” he lies. His chest is heaving, he can’t take much more of this. He’s going to explode, shatter, melt—and it’s going to be so embarrassing . He’s not going to survive this.
“Someone’s cranky.”
Koby’s desperation has reached a breaking point. There's no way his face isn't blazing red. He needs to get out of this now . “Well, do something about it!”
“If you insist.” Helmeppo leans closer, his breath ghosting across his mound. Koby has exactly .03 seconds before his brain shuts down, all thoughts having flown out the window at the feeling of heat so close to his core.
The laugh Helmeppo lets out does nothing to stroke the fire already blazing inside Koby’s gut. “That got you to be quiet.”
Shut up , Koby tries to say, but the neurons that connect his brain to his mouth short circuit when Helmeppo leans even closer.
He kisses the knot. Koby whines .
The noise is punched out of him, like he’s been slammed in the gut with a canon. It’s breathy and high and mortifying, but Koby doesn’t care. Nothing else matters now, nothing but the feeling of that mouth being so close to where he needs it.
“Please,” he breathes, and he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. His clit pulses, his underwear rapidly turning soggy with his want. “Please, Meppo, please —”
He barely gets the second word out before the blond’s mouth closes around him. Koby can feel the heat and wetness of his tongue through the thin fabric. It nearly drives him mad. Helmeppo teases the knot with his tongue, grinding it solidly against Koby’s clit. Sparks of pleasure burst in his lower stomach, igniting what is soon to be an explosion across his entire nervous system.
Koby bites his lip, trying to stay as quiet as he can. He can’t so much as writhe thanks to the ropes and Helmeppo’s steady hands on his hips. The blond lets out a muffled noise, and it occurs to Koby for the first time that he’s turned on, too.
“I’m— oh ,” Koby gasps, “oh I’m—”
The rush of pleasure approaches as quickly as a riptide. Soon it hits, causing Koby to throw back his head and let out a keen. The noise gets strangled as the ropes pull taunt over his throat, the rest of his body arching and straining against the bonds that hold tight.
Once Koby has returned to the planet, he realizes just how insane what just happened was. “M-Meppo—”
“Shh.” The blond rises to his feet. The dim moonlight glistens off his chin—oh Blues, Koby’s made a mess of him. Helmeppo presses their bodies together, the weight of him pressing Koby back into the wall. He can feel the roughness of Helmeppo’s uniform against his bare skin, and it makes him want to turn inside out.
“I was just getting that undone, see?”
And, huh. Now that he thinks about it, Koby can’t feel that little knot on his clit anymore. Blues, he must have undone it with his teeth .
The thought sends Koby reeling. The fire in his core is still raging, his center dripping and begging for more.
Helmeppo’s hands drift from the outside of his hips, trailing his thumbs along the rope from his belly button to the crease of his hips. “Can I—”
“ Yes ,” Koby breathes, his hips jerking forward.
Helmeppo doesn’t waste any time. His hand dips underneath the strap of Koby’s underwear. His fingers prod at Koby’s folds curiously, running over the seam. Koby nearly chokes when a thumb smears across his clit, but to his dismay, it doesn’t stay.
When two fingers dip inside him, he hears Helmeppo suck in a breath by his ear.
“You’re so wet ,” Helmeppo murmurs. “Could taste you through the fabric.”
“D-direct stimulus,” Koby bites, but there’s no bitterness in his tone. It’s hard to be angry when you’re being played like a fiddle. But Helmeppo isn’t playing a full concerto—he’s still tuning him, exploring carefully, stretching him out. His fingers massage against Koby’s silky walls like he’s charting a new map.
Helmeppo’s fingers feel so different from Koby’s—longer, newly callused, wide palms cupping and reaching deeper thanks to the angle. It’s a good thing the rope is holding tight—Koby thinks otherwise, he might fall apart.
“ Koby ,” Helmeppo groans in his ear. The sound of his name being said like that has his walls clenching around Helmeppo’s fingers. Then, that thumb comes back, and Koby heaves, his bones melting into putty as his friend finds the right tune.
Helmeppo’s fingers crook, curl, and then press against a spot that makes Koby’s vision white out. He doesn’t recognize the noise he made—a mewl, ripped out of the depths of his soul. Helmeppo drives forward, rubbing their hips together, pressing into that spot again and again. His shoulders box Koby into the wall, leaving no room for escape.
As if Koby even wanted to escape. This feels incredible . He rolls his hips in time with Helmeppo, the pair of them humping into each other in the dirty closet. Blues, Koby’s never going to be able to look at a mop the same way again. The air is filled with soft moans and gasps and squelching —it’s so filthy . The heat is building within Koby quickly now, close to cresting—just a little more—
The sudden snap of an orgasm ruptures through Koby. The second is somehow more intense than the first, a shriek tearing out of his throat that someone passing by could have heard.
Koby pants as he comes down from it, desperately trying to refill his lungs. He pulls back as much as he can. Even though he’s spent, looking at Helmeppo’s face makes the heat in him bloom anew. With ruddy cheeks and glazed eyes, Helmeppo looks like he’s the one that just got fucked.
I did that . Koby swallows thickly.
And before he can doubt himself or give in to cowardice, he surges forward and kisses Helmeppo on the mouth.
The blond lets out a noise that quickly gets muffled by Koby’s tongue. It’s a little awkward at first—clearly, Helmeppo hadn’t been expecting this, but given what they just did, a kiss feels like a step backward. Koby kisses hard, attacking Helmeppo with the same vigor that he’d show a pirate ship. It’s a wild thing, all tongue and teeth, give and take. He pours his frustration and brimming desire into it, letting the other man know that this is far from over.
Koby pulls back, preening at the way he’s disheveled his companion even further.
“Get me out of this,” he commands, his tone a lot stronger than he feels. It’s enough to make Helmeppo quirk an eyebrow. “We can’t—” He wriggles a little, huffing a breath as the knots still don’t give. “Not in here.”
“R-right.” Helmeppo’s hands work quickly now that they have a purpose besides driving Koby mad. “Do I even want to know how this happened?”
“No,” Koby says quietly, deadly serious. “And if you want me to ride you, we’re never going to speak of this again.”
Helmeppo says nothing; he nods once and gets focused.
Maybe, Koby thinks as the rope begins to fall away, it’s a good thing Helmeppo is bad at tying knots. It means he's great at untying them.