when they're pulling your insides out

[tacosgay]

Moving between planes is, in theory, a dangerous practice. Taako has never had trouble with it before; normally, it's like, well, blinking, he's there and then back again, safe and sound.

That's not the case this time.

This time, he blinked out of one plane, but he didn't immediately step into the other-+ something felt... wrong. Like he was shifted or snatched out of the air, captured, and...

... And then he wakes up.

He's strapped down, bound to some cool, flat surface, his chest bare, though he's been left with his pants and undies, which is awfully polite of whoever kidnapped him from between planes. When he speaks up, his voice is shaking, just a little.

"Uh... h-hi, uh... anybody there?"

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[tacosgay]

Well, those fingers prove to be enough when he changes the rhythm that way, and the new pressure makes Taako squirm, bucking forward as, after only a few more seconds of that, he's pushed over the edge, his cock pulsing beneath Byakuran's fingers as it's pushed up and against that tube; he comes at least partially into it, if not entirely.

And then he relaxes, hanging more loosely in his restraints, his eyelids fluttering and breathing harsh as he comes down; when he looks down at Byakuran, he can't help but halfway-stifle an embarrassed giggle at the sight of the man there in front of him, holding a tube up to his cock. It's so bizarrely clinical, such a contrast to what he just experienced.