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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme! (#2)

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Flowering [Part 3]

[anonymous]

Matt seemed to sense it and he didn't push, didn't say anything, but his scent was doing the pushing for him, tickling deep in Mello's throat and nose. It was rich and thick, and Mello could just imagine all the nectar that must be flowing into Matt's underwear to cause such intense perfume to linger heavily in the air.

At last, the morning after Mello had been thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could swallow his pride and take the risk of trying once again, he woke up completely ready, no doubt about it. Mello was flowering too, pheromones kicked into overdrive, stamens standing tall, his pistil quivering and soaked, jelly-soft. He could feel the new-furled petals all around the arrangement of his reproductive parts, straining the confines of his boxers, and wondered idly what color the petals would be this time; whether they'd match Matt's when everything crashed together.

"Matt" Mello breathed, and it came out as a girlish moan, quite embarrassing but Mello didn't care, he was ready, he'd waited too long already, and he rolled over into Matt's waiting arms, their lips seeking out each other hungrily, pressing and licking and suddenly Mello needed to get rid of the clothing in the way, like yesterday.

Everything was drenched already, their clothing sticky and clinging to skin and sheets. Mello got to work pulling it off and it wasn't fast enough, but Matt helped and then Mello was simply staring at all the revealed skin, such a smooth vibrant green all laid out before him, and then Matt shed the last layer and Mello couldn't help but reach out to touch the soft bright-orange petals between Matt's legs, framing on every side the glory of stamens and pistil that was all for Mello, Mello and nobody else.

Mello had just enough presence of mind to get the can of contraceptive spray from the bedside table, but Matt grabbed his wrist before he could apply it.

"Mello, I know this isn't the right time for seedlings, but we don't have to plant the seeds right away. We'll send them to Roger for safe-keeping, okay?"

Flowering [Part 4]

[anonymous]

Mello nodded then and put away the spray. This was a big commitment, but it felt right. Neither of them had to say, In case one of us dies, there will be something left of our union. Merely thinking it was enough.

Mello brushed his lips right next to Matt's cheek, and said, "After Kira is executed, we'll get a greenhouse wherever you want. We'll plant the seeds and have a family. Teach them to be great detectives from the time they can read."

That seemed to work wonders on Matt, with another spurt of nectar soaking his pistil, oh-so-soft and penetrable, and Mello just wanted to get in there and pollinate already. Hands trembling, he knelt between Matt's legs and revealed his own flowering parts, flared blue petals, with everything else exactly the same as Matt's. Mello's stamens were leaning forward already, losing little puffs of bright yellow pollen to drift in the air before he could even get into position.

Matt whined and whimpered underneath him as the two flowers met, stamens from each side instinctively seeking moist, sticky pistil surfaces and sinking into that enclosing, tight, slick warmth.

Together, their bodies were together, interlocked, with that feeling of closeness, moving in rhythm, shaking the pollen into each other in pleasurable bursts of ecstasy. Mello felt almost as if he would lose all his loads of pollen at once, but he was able to hold on and ride peak after peak, watching in wonder as Matt peaked underneath him again and again as well. Mello could feel Matt's spent pollen grains filling him, sinking deeper and deeper down the tunnel to his womb, fulfilling his need, his womb-hunger.

They didn't stop until all their anthers were rubbed bare and pulled free, bald knobs on top of the stamen-stalks with not a speck of pollen to decorate them. Drained and happy, toes curling in the sticky sheets, hands tracing lazily along each others' bright green bodies, they fell asleep, not worried at all about Kira, triumphant.

As they slept, their lower abdomens both began displaying the faintest, smallest seed-bumps, revealing their seed-laden status to anyone who could manage to see them naked.

THE END

OP responds

[anonymous]

I get two super-fast fills in less than a week!!!!!!