PART 3
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.3
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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“Did you just squeak?” Kida mumbled.
Mikado felt his face warming up as Kida adjusted to sit up and it was kinda turning him on and he needed to get Kida off pronto before his friend noticed…!
But then Kida moved ever so slightly and paused.
Mikado frazzled mind couldn’t decide if the leery grin Masaomi shot him was terrifying or arousing (maybe a little of both).
“Oooohhhh~ whazis? Are you gettin’ excited, Mikadoooo~?”
Kida ground down, as if to punctuate his question. A weird cross between another squeak and a groan escaped Mikado’s mouth. Kida started to giggle again.
“Heee~ Does that feel good~? Hm, Mikado?”
Mikado tried to speak but all that came out of his mouth were some incoherent noises and phrases.
“W-what I-! It’s- T-that’s not…!”
He did manage to sound very indignant, though.
Suddenly Kida leaned down over him again, and Mikado thought for moment that the boy might try to kiss him again. But instead Masaomi’s cheek brushed past his own, his lips tickling Mikado’s ear.
“Do you want me to take care of,” Kida wiggled his hips, “this?”
Mikado immediately felt his body stiffen at the words. Some rational part of the boy’s mind was screaming at him to salvage the situation, they were heading into uncharted territory, and to get Masaomi off of him.
But Mikado didn’t move. Kida continued to rest heavily on him, lips just barely touching his skin. He could feel his heart thrumming in ears (when had his heart started racing), and for some reason he felt like he couldn’t take a breath (his lungs felt like they were burning again).
It was utterly quiet.
And then Kida moved.
His lips attached themselves right under Mikado’s ear, sucking greedily at the sensitive skin. Mikado gasped, the sensation much more pleasurable then he would have thought. But then that tiny part of Mikado’s mind started kicking up a fit as it screeched at him that what Kida was doing was going to leave a mark, it’s going to leave a mark, it’s going to leave a mark!!
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“M-Masaomi-,” suddenly Kida bit down on the spot, “A-Ah!”
Mikado’s hand fisted in the other boy’s hair as he pressed himself harder against Kida’s attacking mouth. Why had that felt so good? Fleetingly Mikado wondered when exactly he became a masochist, but then Masaomi bit down again and he stopped thinking.
Mikado whimpered when Kida finally removed his mouth with a wet plop. He tenderly licked the spot before trailing his tongue along Mikado’s jaw line and then swiping it up the column of his throat. Which, really, should have felt gross because he was basically leaving a trail of spit on him; instead it only sent pleasant shivers down Mikado’s spine.
The fingers threaded through Kida’s hair slipped from their hold as the blonde boy slithered down Mikado’s chest, humming all the while. Mikado remained on his back for a minute, staring dazedly up at his ceiling. Was this some sort of weird dream? Not that him dreaming about this would really be any less, you know, weird.
When he felt Kida settle between his legs and fingers messing with the top of his jeans, Mikado abruptly shifted his elbows on the floor to support him as he leaned up to look at Kida.
W-Was he going to…?
Kida continued to fight with the button on Mikado’s jeans.
Oh my god, he was.
Mikado breath caught as he continued to watch Kida fumble with the button of his pants, anticipation swelling. And he waited.
And waited.
And… waited?
Kida let out a frustrated grunt.
“Ugh! What’s up with these jeans, Mikado?!”
So caught up in the situation, Mikado had forgotten that Kida was still fairly intoxicated. As he watched Masaomi continue to struggle with opening his jeans, he started wondering if he really wanted such an uncoordinated mouth, full of teeth, on his dick.
He firmly decided NO and squashed the small, masochist voice, (that he apparently had) that was pleading yes.
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Kida decided to forgo step one and moved straight on to step two.
“Nghnn…!”
Mikado could feel the warmth of Masaomi’s mouth through the fabric of his jeans; feel the pressure of his tongue as it worked against the material.
The sight alone was one of the most erotic things Mikado had ever seen.
The elbows supporting him slid out from under Mikado, his head thudding slightly against the futon. He moaned, arching into the hot mouth. As Kida continued to work is tongue, Mikado started reconsidering feeling that mouth on him, without the barrier of fabric.
And then Kida removed his mouth, leaving Mikado whining in protest. Masaomi sat back on his knees, scooting up against Mikado, splaying the boy’s legs on either side of him. He leaned forward over Mikado, resting on his forearms on the futon so his face once again loomed over Mikado. He could feel Kida’s own hardness pressing against his.
And then Masaomi thrusted.
The shock of pleasure that hit Mikado had him gasping; hands clutching at the front of Kida’s shirt. Masaomi groaned above him. With the little breath he caught, Mikado managed to choke out a single demand.
“Again”
The friction was addicting as Kida continued to grind against him, occasionally strangled noises escaping both of them. It wasn’t long before Mikado could feel himself getting close. The heat was almost unbearable, it was like he was suffocating, but it felt so good.
“A-ah! Masaomi, I’m-!”
He was there, he was right there…!
Again Masaomi suddenly invaded mouth, swallowing up Mikado’s cry as he came. Mikado could feel himself shaking as Kida caressed his tongue with his own, his senses hyper-sensitive as he rode out his climax.
Mikado felt Kida shudder above him, groaning into his mouth as Kida reached his own climax. He felt Kida breathe harshly into his mouth before he removed himself from Mikado’s lips. Masaomi moved his head to rest in the nook of Mikado’s shoulder.
A few minutes passed quietly as they both came down from their highs, before Masaomi sort of just collapsed on top of Mikado.
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Mikado winced slightly at the weight dropped on him. It became uncomfortable fast, and he tried to get Masaomi off of him.
“Masaomi, you’re kind of heavy…”
The blonde boy didn’t respond, and Mikado started to feel annoyed.
“Hey don’t ignore me…”
A barely audible snore made its way to Mikado’s ears. Did he…?
He did. Masaomi was soundly asleep.
“Masaomi,” Mikado spoke frustrated, “wake up and get off me.”
Another snore was the only response he got. Kida was out cold.
…
Ohhhhh, they would be having a talk in the morning.
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THE END? Maybe. I kind of want to do a "chapter 2" of the morning after and I have a few omakes I wanna write, but I don't know when I'll have time DDD: BOO. So. Um. There you go. PS: THIS TOOK WAYYY TOO LONG TO WRITE.
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That was utterly hot. omgomgomgoralthroughfabric I HAVE A NEW KINK ///
Totally made my Friday night. <3 <3 <3
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*is giddy*
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I hope you write more soon ;3;.
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anon plans to write more but she's not too sure about that soon part ;A;
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I loved it ♥.
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I cried, I laughed, I lol'd. BROOOO.
;___; I missed fills like these.
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