Notes: I wrote this for @thiccthighshaise‘s birthday a few weeks back. I finally decided to post it, so hopefully you enjoy it? I don’t think I’m ever going to write sub!Ken again, but here you go for those of you who are into that. As always, let me know what you think and leave a comment and reblog if you enjoy! Dom!Ken for lyfe though. :p
Summary: Ken and Touka try something new.
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“Are you sure about this?”
Touka’s question catches Ken off guard for a moment. He looks at her, startled, as she sets her hand on his shoulder. She’s frowning, looking at him in that way that was so utterly disarming that it makes him feel as though he wants to hide. She could look at him and see past his mask – she knew when he was pushing himself, and she knew when he was pretending. “You’re so tense,” she says, running her hand over his shoulders. It was true – even now, he could feel the tension in his back, the rigidness of his spine as he stares down at his bound hands. They had decided to use thin, red rope – as handcuffs reminded him far too much of that other time that he was bound.
“Should I tie your hands behind your back?”
“…No.”
“Alright, I understand.”
His hands would need to be in front of him – and he needed to know that he could get out of this if he really needed to. Touka’s expression is unreadable when he nods. “Don’t lie – or we’re not doing this,” she says, voice firm. It makes him tense, especially when she cups his cheek, and makes him look her in the eye. He sees only softness, then – and the look within her eyes are enough to make him relax, slightly. “I’m not,” he says softly. “I want to do this with you. You’re the one person that I trust enough to do this, with.”
bullshit central 