“Feel okay?” you murmur to Toji as your fingers gently run along the crimson shibari rope along his chest in a perfect criss-cross, the dark rouge a contrast to his scarred tan muscle.

“They’re good,” Toji murmurs, his voice thick and low, his eyes pinned on you as you go about adjusting the ropes, tightening some of the knots, leaving him tied in beautiful crimson. Your fingers trace the rope that crosses just under his pecs, tugged back around his torso before cascading down his hips, crossed again to bind around each of his thighs. You follow the rope where it’s around his wrists, coiled behind his back.

Shibari wasn’t something you and Toji did often, only when he was truly in need of release, caught up on old memories and needing you to take over and bring him back to the present with your gentle hands over his obedient flesh.

You step back as you take in the sight of your lover wrapped in crimson, the moonlight glinting off his skin. Your apartment is quiet as you gaze at him, struck by the sight of Toji.

“Look good?” Toji murmurs, a small half smile at his lips, revealing his white canines, a small cocky thing. You hum softly in response as you take him in all his naked glory — thick corded muscle, dark navy tousled hair, shibari ropes snug over his skin in beautiful patterns.

He looks like an offering to a goddess.

And god did you want to devour him.

Toji catches that glint in your eyes, his eyes tracking your every breath in the quiet bedroom. He doesn’t cower from your gaze that inspects every inch of his skin — he has nothing to be ashamed of. But your eyes set a fire in him, travelling down his spine like an electric shock, pooling in his lower abdomen.

He can’t move in the ropes, even with his incredible strength, the ropes are strong, woven to render him helpless to you. And fuck does he like that. He doesn’t like being at anybody’s mercy — but you could have his heart on a platter in seconds.

“Are you gonna touch me now?” Toji murmurs, voice low and gravelly.