A/N: For the Yay!Porn weekend.

Fingers slid over his flesh, barely touching but most definitely there. He was bruised, big purple/blue/black marks across his stomach and thigh, and it just gave that touch a bit more of an edge as it drifted over them; making him wince. It had been one hell of a day and all he needed was to be able to let go. His lover could make him relax, turn him inside out and send him flying. His fingers flexed, wrists bound tightly with leather cuffs: the only thing holding him upright. Lips followed over the path of the fingers; he shivered.