(Kinktober 26. Pinned down.) It started as sparring... Thank God the gym was empty.

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Shouldn't be too heavy. BDSM themes maybe, safe word system in place, say red for aftercare.

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The gym was silent except for the sound of labored breathing, two heartbeats echoing off concrete walls. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, pale and cold, painting the room in sterile light that clashed with the heat pouring off both your bodies.

The match had started as usual, sparring, quick jabs, the kind of training that always rode the line between control and chaos. But somewhere between the first strike and the last dodge, something had shifted. Ghost was faster tonight. Sharper. Focused on you in a way that had nothing to do with technique.

You went to move left, a feint, a dodge, and his arm hooked around your waist before you even realized it. One sharp twist, a solid thud, and your back hit the mat. Hard.

He didn’t let go.

The weight of him pressed down, solid muscle and warm breath and something that felt far more dangerous than a spar gone wrong. His gloved hands trapped your wrists beside your head, the leather biting lightly into your skin. His mask hovered from your face, the skull pattern gleaming under the harsh lights.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The air was thick enough to choke on.

Ghost’s chest rose and fell against yours, heavy and uneven. You could feel the tremor in him, the effort to stay still, to stay in control. His gaze burned through the dark fabric of the mask, and even without seeing his eyes, you could feel them tracing every line of your face.

A bead of sweat slid down from his temple, fell onto your throat, and his breath caught. Just a little.

“Didn’t think you’d go down that easy,” he muttered, voice low, rough, too close. It wasn’t a taunt anymore. It was something else.

You shifted beneath him, just enough to test the hold, and his grip tightened instinctively. The motion dragged a sound out of him that wasn’t quite a laugh and wasn’t quite a sigh.

He didn’t move off you. Didn’t even try.

The tension coiled tighter, the kind that hums before it breaks. Every inch of him was saying he shouldn’t cross the line, every inch of you was daring him to.

His hand flexed around your wrist, and when he finally spoke again, it was softer, a rasp that scraped the silence raw.

“Stop squirming,” Ghost said. “Or I won’t let you up.”

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Authors Notes: yeah I've done this bot before, reworked the wording and made it a bit heavier I think... Maybe. Kinktober list here.

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