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Bast liked playing games.
It was just one of the things Trick loved about his lover. He grinned as he settled in with some popcorn and a Star Trek marathon.
He'd sent Bast on a chase. He'd set the whole thing up yesterday, each clue would lead Bast somewhere else for the next clue and eventually, back home again to find him. Hopefully, by the time Bast found him here on their bed, his lover would be starving and horny.
Those were a good combination.
In the meantime, he had bad TV to mock.
It wasn't long before the elevator started creaking and whirring, distracting him from Kirk and Spock.
He looked down at his barely touched popcorn and hit time on the remote, frowning. Surely Bast wasn't back already? He wasn't even naked yet, let alone had the dildo he had planned to be fucking himself with lubed up and ready to go.
The grate didn't rise; there wasn't a sound, just the yellow light pouring out. He put aside his popcorn and stood up slowly, but he couldn't see anyone from the bed.
He quietly made his way over to the elevator. It was empty except for a single, blood-red rose with a tiny key attached by a creamy ribbon, resting fragrant on the floor
Trick grinned. Not only had Bast figured him out way earlier than he'd expected, but his lover was turning the tables on him. Still grinning, he opened the grating and picked up the rose, undoing the bow to get to the key. The little shining bit of metal was familiar, the one to a silver pair of bonds Bast had kept for god knew how long. He turned, heading over to their toy chest where the cuffs should be, when the elevator headed back up.
It didn't take long to find the handcuffs, the onlyquestion was--should he be wearing them or should Bast?