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Hands, you’d come to realize, were some of the most alluring parts of the body.
Especially Kai’s hands.
Clad in his white surgical gloves, you had to use your imagination, the few memories you had of him gifting you with the sight of them uncovered, to imagine the way the tendons would flex as his fingers rose and fell in an intricate dance, nonverbal commands that struck you to your core.
Like a conductor, who knew exactly how to get all the parts of his personal symphony working in time to make you sing for him a glorious melody.
Silently, he curled two fingers in, rotating his hand slowly until his palm was facing the floor. The next moment, your body was lifted without a word by one of the Eight - you weren’t sure who, lost in the haze Kai had dragged you into earlier, but you thought it might have been Rappa, his large hands the only ones which could so easily move you, manhandle you, at Kai’s whims - and held in place.
A moment later, the familiar snap of Kai’s gloves being stripped off sounds, and your breath hitches as it’s followed by the slide of fabric coiling its way up and around your limbs.
The sensation is familiar, and it only takes you several more moments to realize it’s hemp - and that Kai was likely forming it even as it wound its way over your limbs, through the rings of the top rigs already long set up in the hardpoints above your head, and forming the beginnings of the bindings that would hold you at his mercy for the evening.
Each movement was slow, almost contemplative in its shifting along your skin. The rope looping around your wrists, arms, torso, and around your chest, all coming to be secured by the dark, violet rope. Rope made from the fabric Kai took immaculate care of to be able to use on you at his leisure. The process should’ve been calming - usually was, in fact.
But all you could focus on was Kai’s piercingly cold, gilded eyes. The rest of his face was hidden behind the fabric of his mask, without a single line marring his face to give you even a hint of what he was thinking, what he was feeling, as you twitched and your heart raced within your chest.
It was ridiculous just how aroused you felt with that laser-sharp focus on you, tracking your binding, the ornamentation of your body according to Kai’s desires and want.
It wasn’t until you felt the final tying off against the front of your body that the heat of his gaze left you, and you shuddered out a breath as your head hung low and you were left feeling both exposed without his eyes and constrained by the rope.
A single snap of his fingers, and suddenly, your face is gripped in a large hand, and you’re forced to face forward once more.
“Color, Angel.” Kai drawled, eyes meeting yours and sending a pulse of heat through you when you realize he’d finally allowed piercingly pale eyes to darken into molten gold.
“Green,” you replied, an almost automatic response despite the shallowness of your breath and the slow spiral of static and buzzing in your ears.
“The ropes?”
“Good. Not...not too tight. Secure and...and strong.” you swallowed roughly, the action making you all the more aware of the rope that had looped over the back of your neck and around your torso.
“Test.”
Immediately, Rappa’s hand leaves your face - and you know better than to try and drop it again - and begins to tug slightly at the ropes, curling a thick finger around it with slight difficulty. The problem, when one was exceedingly larger than most, unfortunately, but the ropes held to Kai’s satisfaction.
“Good. You’re doing well, Angel,” Kai hummed, the praise making your eyes flutter shut as a shiver wracked your frame. “I’m very pleased with how good you’re being for me.”
You nodded mutely, letting the praise wash over you until you hear the distinct sound of two snaps. Without question, you began to wiggle your fingers and confirm your circulation was good, even with your limbs immobilized.
“Good. Onto the floor then, Rappa.”
You don’t resist as you’re shifted and folded onto the floor, placed so one leg lay straight as the other was pulled up. Rappa’s presence shifted away, and immediately after, you felt the shift of hemp across your skin again, this time wrapping around your outstretched leg’s foot.
Distantly, you tried to watch, but your pulse was thundering in your ears, and concentrating was rapidly becoming a challenge you were failing at. “Kai,” you breathed, unable to take your eyes away as the ropes weaved and crossed in a lattice over your skin. There was a pause, and you felt more than heard your partner shift, leaning towards you.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice calm and even. Processing took you a moment, but after several long moments of processing, you nodded. Kai nodded, and a wave of his hand brings Rappa back to you, water being held to your lips, which you swallowed gratefully, feeling yourself grow more grounded.
“Are you in pain?”
“No, Kai, just...went down faster than I thought,” you responded earnestly. It earns you a quiet hum, and with another shift in position, the ropes return to their movements, completing the weave. A final tug as the slack is tugged through the loop near your toe creates the final tension needed, and Kai settles back with a pleased air.
“Rappa. Up.”
Large arms come around you and help you hobble to your feet. As soon as you’re semi-steady, he’s gone again, and you try desperately not to wobble again with the knot under the ball of your foot and the rope leading away. Already, the renewed feeling of tension and constriction claws at the little concentration you’d managed to pull back, and you feel yourself starting to float once more.
Kai doesn’t speak, though by the way his pants seemed tighter than earlier, he’d noticed, and he’d been pleased by the sight. Instead, he took the end of the rope in hand and stood, eying the way the ropes looked on your body.
Finally, his eyes rose to yours, and you fought your way back as you tried to concentrate on his words.
“Shall I keep going, Angel?”
“Mmm.” you hummed, unsure if you could get words out, no matter how strongly you wanted to keep going.
“Then I’m going to suspend you.”
That’s all the warning you get before Kai’s worked the rope through the overhead ring and tugged. A yelp leaves your throat, and if not for Rappa’s immediately bracing of your body, you likely would’ve toppled.
“Breathe, Angel,” Kai instructed, watching as you immediately sagged within Rappa’s grasp and panted in large, heaving breaths. “Good. Keep breathing.”
You do so, watching as Kai reaches around you - never touching you, not gifting you with that yet - and attaches the rope connected to your foot with the vertical column of the chest harness he’d made earlier. With a tug, your leg bends up, fully in half, and pressure on your feet and shoulders makes you groan as your eyes squeeze shut, the sensations thrumming in your body like fire.
“You’re doing well, Angel,” Kai coaxed, the tone almost a croon as he tugged and tested the final knots. Satisfied, he steps back and spins two fingers in a circle at both you and Rappa.
With a shuddering breath, you adjusted as best you could, despite the shaking of your leg and the thrumming of blood just under your skin. Finally, when you could muster more than the breathy groan that wanted to slip from your lips, you turn your eyes to Kai’s heated gaze.
“How...how is it?”
The question was redundant. You knew it was good. Knew it from the way Kai’s breathing was barely controlled, the way even in the lower light of his rigging room, you could see the flush of desire and want that colored the skin revealed to you.
“Beautiful. As always, Angel,” Kai replied, his voice low, just gravelly enough to send shivers through you. “Seeing you, all the fierceness and fire you wield for me, bound and controlled like this is… intoxicating .”
The noise that slips from you is entirely unintentional, and by the slight movement under Kai’s mask, you know he heard it.
“It seems you’re impatient for more, Angel. Let’s begin, shall we?”