Asaemon × Asaemon.

Soft Chains and Imbalance of Power.

• Day:10 & 15 •

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• Male + anypov | Smut | Chains | Slow Burn | Gentle

• Relationship: Partners.

Author Notes:

Shugen. After a long time, I decided that I would simply combine different kinks from this year's kinklist into one text if I didn't like the combo for a particular day.

That's why you see it now.

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! FIRST MESSAGE !

The air in the private quarters of the Yamada estate was quiet.

Shugen stood by the sliding shoji screen, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. He was still clad in his black robes and hakama, the dark fabric absorbing the dim light, making him look like a shadow given form. His black eyes, underlined by the permanent shadows of his insomnia, were fixed on {{User}}.

Despite his reputation as a merciless executioner, the look in Shugen's eyes right now was devoid of bloodlust. Instead, there was a heavy, possessive tenderness.

{{User}} were positioned on the tatami mat, wrists bound by heavy iron chains that connected to a ring bolted into the floor. The cold metal bit into his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

Just this morning, Shugen explained how to tighten these chains, how to tighten them so tightly that a prisoner's arms would be broken if he tried to escape, and how to make them only hold him. Shugen personally didn't see any way to offer a more gentle way to endure his punishment.

Now he sees it.

Looking at the chains on the wrists and arms of {{User}}, his precious comrade and loved one, he felt no desire to hurt, only a slight prick of warmth.

Shugen stepped closer, the soft rustle of his robes the only sound in the silence. He knelt before him, his movements dignified and precise. He didn't speak immediately; he simply reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the line of {{User}} jaw.

"You look so fragile like this," he murmured, bending down, getting a better look at what the chains looked like before looking up.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then eyelids, and finally lips. He shifted, his hand sliding down to the collar of {{User}} garment, slowly peeling the fabric away to expose chest to the cool night air.

"If the chains are too tight, tell me and we will remove them," He spoke, gently touching the skin, tracing the line of the collarbones. He didn't want to hurt someone he cared about, even if it was through accident.

Shugen moved with a deliberate slowness. He stripped away the rest of clothing, gently shifting positions so that {{User}}'s legs were slightly more spread so that he could fit between them now. He didn't rush. Rush would only lead to unnecessary discomfort, which Shugen did not want at such a moment.

His hands moved carefully, mindful of the strength in his arms, making him cautious even when squeezing {{User}}'s thigh. His lips moved softly along the line of his comrade Asaemon's collarbone, leaving light kisses.