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rainsometimesHere's a fic for the fifth day of Ginzura Week! The prompt is "Touch", but to be honest this is an idea I've had for a good while now.
Many thanks totonko for kindly looking it over and suggesting how to improve it! Any remaining errors are my responsibility alone. Concrit and other feedback very welcome. You don't need to have a Dreamwidth account in order to comment.
This will be reposted to AO3 eventually, but probably as part of a collection with two or three other Gintama shortfics.
Title: Using Sloppy Knots Is Disrespectful To The One Tied Up
Word Count: Around 1175
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
Spoilers/setting: no spoilers, generic status quo time
Summary: They try out bondage, but Gintoki feels that something isn't right.
Flavour: Silly
Gintoki tugged at the ropes and nodded to himself. Not too loose and not too tight. Zura’s hands were tied together securely at his back, almost at a professional level. Just as you could expect from an Odd Jobs man!
He let a finger trail up and down the side of Zura’s neck, then down to the shoulder, collarbone and heading for his left nipple, where it slowed down and stopped.
Something here wasn’t right.
He took a look around the room, first. Zura’s current place with Elizabeth out of the way right now and no risk of getting surprised by loud and violent brats or dogs or glasses (only by the bloody police), check. Then at himself: undressed down to his becoming boxer shorts, fairly clean, hot stuff as usual, check. Zura sitting tied up in front of him, also undressed to boxer shorts (no loincloth for once), which were less becoming with their pattern of tiny Elizabeths, but that was ignorable. No, it wasn’t that, but…
“...Why are you looking at me like that?”
Zura blinked. “Like what?”
Gintoki scratched his head, frowning. "All… benevolently. Like… like I'm some low-level prison official who you're good-naturedly humouring right now but you'll turn around and escape in a moment." He pointed at him, “You know, you were the one who suggested we try some bondage in the first place. So… At least try to get with the program, here!” Gintoki was feeling embarrassed now and wasn’t sure why, his cheeks heating up. Dammit, Zura was the one who ought to be embarrassed, if anyone.
Zura huffed and turned his nose up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't doing anything of the kind.” His eyes narrowed. “Gintoki… are you getting nervous? You did say you’d done this before. Were you just bragging?”
Gintoki waved one hand back and forth. “No! I’ve done it, uh, at least three times. That I can remember. But… twice was with professionals, so they walked me through it. I guess. And I was pretty drunk the third time.”
“Oh. Ladies of the night,” said Zura knowingly.
Gintoki rolled his eyes. “One of them was a guy of the night, but whatever. But… You don’t even know you’re doing it, are you?”
“I told you, I wasn’t even thinking that!” said Zura, looking annoyed. “If you have to know, I was thinking that you look adorable right now and I want to fluff your hair.”
Gintoki groaned and leaned his head to rest on Zura’s shoulder. “Shoulda known you wouldn't get into it. Now you're just in Terrorist Mode,” he complained.
“That's nonsense.” There was some pink on Zura’s cheeks as well now, although Gintoki had no idea if he knew he’d been found out and was embarrassed or if he was having some kind of dumbass daydream involving fluffy animals.
“No, no! You're being all…” Gintoki fought to put his complaint in words, “...like, you’re all patronising. Like some kindly old geezer who's the king of pachinko offering to show the hapless new guy the ropes…. Well, so to speak.”
Zura gave him a head-to-head tap -- too soft to be called a headbutt but too forceful for a mere nudge. "It’s unbecoming of you to blame someone else for your own nervousness,” he said haughtily. “Were you ever even the one tied up before?”
“Yes, once! And I had the decency to get into it!” Actually, Gintoki couldn’t remember it all that well, but at least he was pretty sure he hadn’t looked like a benevolent captive just biding his time till he could outsmart the authorities. Zura wasn’t supposed to bring his terrorist shtick into the bedroom, dammit.
Zura opened his mouth, but then closed it again, the petulance on his face changing to a more thoughtful expression. “Well… Do you want to do it instead, then?”
Gintoki gave Zura another weary look, then ran a finger up and down Zura's neck right under his ear. “Do what?”
Zura giggled. “That tickles!” But then he cleared his throat and assumed a more serious demeanour. “To be the one tied up. I thought it would be rather exciting, being at your mercy like this, but now all I can think of is how I'd like to touch you in this way and that.” His cheeks were pink.
Gintoki picked his nose, thinking. “Actually, I think that’s kind of the point. That you can’t touch and you want to.”
“Oh, like a self-discipline thing?” said Zura, sounding as if it was a matter of light intellectual curiosity.
“No, no, more of a contrast, you know? God, I can’t explain it. Why are you like this?” he grumbled. Still… maybe there was something to the suggestion after all. Zura was good with his hands and would also know how to tie good knots. But could he be trusted not to do something idiotic? Well, then again, can I be? Plus, he knew from experience that under the right circumstances Zura could be very hot when he was in charge.
Zura continued, cheeks even pinker now, “And now I've started thinking of things I could do to you if you were the one tied up. So… I thought, well, if I got all that Gintoki-touching out of the way, and you were up for Round Two afterwards, we could go back to doing it the original way.” His tone was suspiciously reasonable. If his hands had been free, Gintoki would almost expect a pointer and a helpful diagram. “We have all night this time,” he added. “Elizabeth is on an overnight mission.”
Gintoki put an elbow on Zura's shoulder and gave him his usual half-lidded look. “Zura. You know that nobody has to be tied up, right? This isn't some kind of task we have to get through and check off in order to get a badge.” But then he closed his eyes, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “And I dunno if we should plan for Round 2 when we’re usually too tired to have one. Yeah, that goes for you, too. Don't start.”
“There's nothing wrong with being an optimist!” Zura paused, putting his head at an angle. Oh no, he looked way too stupidly cute like that… “So… what do you think?” Now he did sound a little nervous, finally. “Honestly, I don’t mind it either way.”
Gintoki changed his grip to a one-armed hug, leaning close, kissing Zura slowly. “Yeah, it's fine. Dumbass. You’ve got me curious now, so why not? Let’s try it the other way.” A few moments later, he felt him shift and wriggle under his arms; and then, finally, a hand going through his hair, fluffing it and rubbing his scalp with a small noise of satisfaction.
Gintoki let out a puff of air in exasperated fondness, then sat back, ready to be the expectant one.
Many thanks to
tonko for kindly looking it over and suggesting how to improve it! Any remaining errors are my responsibility alone. Concrit and other feedback very welcome. You don't need to have a Dreamwidth account in order to comment.This will be reposted to AO3 eventually, but probably as part of a collection with two or three other Gintama shortfics.
Title: Using Sloppy Knots Is Disrespectful To The One Tied Up
Word Count: Around 1175
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Gintoki/Katsura
Spoilers/setting: no spoilers, generic status quo time
Summary: They try out bondage, but Gintoki feels that something isn't right.
Flavour: Silly
Gintoki tugged at the ropes and nodded to himself. Not too loose and not too tight. Zura’s hands were tied together securely at his back, almost at a professional level. Just as you could expect from an Odd Jobs man!
He let a finger trail up and down the side of Zura’s neck, then down to the shoulder, collarbone and heading for his left nipple, where it slowed down and stopped.
Something here wasn’t right.
He took a look around the room, first. Zura’s current place with Elizabeth out of the way right now and no risk of getting surprised by loud and violent brats or dogs or glasses (only by the bloody police), check. Then at himself: undressed down to his becoming boxer shorts, fairly clean, hot stuff as usual, check. Zura sitting tied up in front of him, also undressed to boxer shorts (no loincloth for once), which were less becoming with their pattern of tiny Elizabeths, but that was ignorable. No, it wasn’t that, but…
“...Why are you looking at me like that?”
Zura blinked. “Like what?”
Gintoki scratched his head, frowning. "All… benevolently. Like… like I'm some low-level prison official who you're good-naturedly humouring right now but you'll turn around and escape in a moment." He pointed at him, “You know, you were the one who suggested we try some bondage in the first place. So… At least try to get with the program, here!” Gintoki was feeling embarrassed now and wasn’t sure why, his cheeks heating up. Dammit, Zura was the one who ought to be embarrassed, if anyone.
Zura huffed and turned his nose up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I wasn't doing anything of the kind.” His eyes narrowed. “Gintoki… are you getting nervous? You did say you’d done this before. Were you just bragging?”
Gintoki waved one hand back and forth. “No! I’ve done it, uh, at least three times. That I can remember. But… twice was with professionals, so they walked me through it. I guess. And I was pretty drunk the third time.”
“Oh. Ladies of the night,” said Zura knowingly.
Gintoki rolled his eyes. “One of them was a guy of the night, but whatever. But… You don’t even know you’re doing it, are you?”
“I told you, I wasn’t even thinking that!” said Zura, looking annoyed. “If you have to know, I was thinking that you look adorable right now and I want to fluff your hair.”
Gintoki groaned and leaned his head to rest on Zura’s shoulder. “Shoulda known you wouldn't get into it. Now you're just in Terrorist Mode,” he complained.
“That's nonsense.” There was some pink on Zura’s cheeks as well now, although Gintoki had no idea if he knew he’d been found out and was embarrassed or if he was having some kind of dumbass daydream involving fluffy animals.
“No, no! You're being all…” Gintoki fought to put his complaint in words, “...like, you’re all patronising. Like some kindly old geezer who's the king of pachinko offering to show the hapless new guy the ropes…. Well, so to speak.”
Zura gave him a head-to-head tap -- too soft to be called a headbutt but too forceful for a mere nudge. "It’s unbecoming of you to blame someone else for your own nervousness,” he said haughtily. “Were you ever even the one tied up before?”
“Yes, once! And I had the decency to get into it!” Actually, Gintoki couldn’t remember it all that well, but at least he was pretty sure he hadn’t looked like a benevolent captive just biding his time till he could outsmart the authorities. Zura wasn’t supposed to bring his terrorist shtick into the bedroom, dammit.
Zura opened his mouth, but then closed it again, the petulance on his face changing to a more thoughtful expression. “Well… Do you want to do it instead, then?”
Gintoki gave Zura another weary look, then ran a finger up and down Zura's neck right under his ear. “Do what?”
Zura giggled. “That tickles!” But then he cleared his throat and assumed a more serious demeanour. “To be the one tied up. I thought it would be rather exciting, being at your mercy like this, but now all I can think of is how I'd like to touch you in this way and that.” His cheeks were pink.
Gintoki picked his nose, thinking. “Actually, I think that’s kind of the point. That you can’t touch and you want to.”
“Oh, like a self-discipline thing?” said Zura, sounding as if it was a matter of light intellectual curiosity.
“No, no, more of a contrast, you know? God, I can’t explain it. Why are you like this?” he grumbled. Still… maybe there was something to the suggestion after all. Zura was good with his hands and would also know how to tie good knots. But could he be trusted not to do something idiotic? Well, then again, can I be? Plus, he knew from experience that under the right circumstances Zura could be very hot when he was in charge.
Zura continued, cheeks even pinker now, “And now I've started thinking of things I could do to you if you were the one tied up. So… I thought, well, if I got all that Gintoki-touching out of the way, and you were up for Round Two afterwards, we could go back to doing it the original way.” His tone was suspiciously reasonable. If his hands had been free, Gintoki would almost expect a pointer and a helpful diagram. “We have all night this time,” he added. “Elizabeth is on an overnight mission.”
Gintoki put an elbow on Zura's shoulder and gave him his usual half-lidded look. “Zura. You know that nobody has to be tied up, right? This isn't some kind of task we have to get through and check off in order to get a badge.” But then he closed his eyes, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “And I dunno if we should plan for Round 2 when we’re usually too tired to have one. Yeah, that goes for you, too. Don't start.”
“There's nothing wrong with being an optimist!” Zura paused, putting his head at an angle. Oh no, he looked way too stupidly cute like that… “So… what do you think?” Now he did sound a little nervous, finally. “Honestly, I don’t mind it either way.”
Gintoki changed his grip to a one-armed hug, leaning close, kissing Zura slowly. “Yeah, it's fine. Dumbass. You’ve got me curious now, so why not? Let’s try it the other way.” A few moments later, he felt him shift and wriggle under his arms; and then, finally, a hand going through his hair, fluffing it and rubbing his scalp with a small noise of satisfaction.
Gintoki let out a puff of air in exasperated fondness, then sat back, ready to be the expectant one.