Ribbon
by PL Nunn

Laid out on the bed like a vision from a painting was Yohji, swathed in yards and yards of blood-red ribbon, endless strands of crimson striping his golden skin. He lay on his side facing the door, hips twisted and one leg thrown forward, an arm tossed back over his head. The room was lit with candles and one soft lamp, the flames casting a glow over Yohji's naked body, his hair spilling like sunshine over the pillow.

"Yotan," he gasped, unable to take his eyes off the vision laid out before him, his mind reeling from the shock.

Ribbon

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