All Strings Attached

Chapter 20

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"Bright!" Win whispered, his voice hoarse. He faintly tugged his wrists as if he was about to hold Bright's hand on his jeans but forgot that he was tied.

"Relax" Bright muttered and opened his button, pulling down the zipper .

Win gulped, raising his chin. His mind making thousands of scenarios and his stomach felt like home of butterflies.

"You have a bloody stain on your jeans" Bright replied, touching the side of his thigh "Did you hit yourself somewhere?"

Win frowned. He honestly don't remember much but he was sure a lot of his body parts were sore. His lips parted in a shallow protest as Bright pulled down his jeans, exposing his black boxers.

He felt the movement of Bright's hands getting slower to the point it completely stopped.

Blood rushed to Win's cheeks in embarrassment. He knew what was going on in Bright's mind.

"Stop staring" Win scolded with embarrassed voice and red face. He heard a slight scoff from the other person and the rest of the jeans was removed from his legs.

He trembled at the sudden contact of cold sheets. Bright's hand slid from his calve to his thigh of left leg.

Win closed his eyes even though it made no difference to him being blindfolded and shifted all his focus on the slight touch on his leg.

Bright stared at his face as his hand kept going up until it reached at his boxers, touching the material.

Bright slid his fingers underneath the boxers hole, touching the sacred skin hidden under black shorts.

Win's chest raised at the not so sudden attack and he again tried to pull his hands but invain.

Bright pulled his hand back and shifted a bit towards side table, to pick up antiseptics and bandages. As he leaned forward, his arm brushed softly against Win's private member, making him shudder.

Win gritted his teeth, silently enduring the torture when he felt something damped pushed to the side of his thigh, suddenly giving him a shooting sting.

Win hissed in pain and moved his leg but was immediately pushed down

"Don't move" Bright instructed, pushing his leg back on bed "It'll sting a little"

Win bit his lips and nodded unwillingly. Bright again pressed the cold cotton against his thigh. This time the sting was lesser than before.

Bright rubbed his hand across Win's pale legs, looking for another wound with heavy heart.
Win didn't object again and quietly followed Bright's roaming fingers with his nerves.

Slowly his fingers moved up his abdomen, checking his body. Win stirred, grunting when Bright's body accidentally made contact with Win's sensitive organ again.

Bright lovingly pushed Win's hair back from his forehead and cleaned the wound, applying antiseptic on it.

Win's parted lips raised in discomfort for a mere second. Bright's eyes immediately went to his face as he politely dabbed the cotton . If only he could steal his pain through a kiss.

Bright put back the botel and slapped Win's bum, asking "Will you slap me again if I untied your hands right now?"

Bright stared at his face but he didn't reply. So he slowly moved forward and his fingers went to Win's wrist, loosening the rope.