PART 8
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.8
PART 8 IS NOW CLOSED.
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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PART 8 IS NOW CLOSED.
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
rules | fill list | suggestions | discussion post
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“Yeah?”
Tell me not to do this.
“Will you…? I mean… You haven’t kissed me yet...”
What do I say to that?
I was trying to leave one thing…uncorrupted.
It’s different if he asks.
His hands made no sound as he pushed them into the plush covers up by Tsugaru’s head so he could lower himself. He got up close, accidentally teasing his waiting lips; he had figured (as he still wasn’t convinced that he wasn’t going to be in pain) that he would couple the touches. He pressed the head of his cock to his twin’s entrance and gently kissed him.
After a few brushes of their lips, he slid his tongue between his brother’s lips and started to move his hips forward. His mouth opened quickly, perhaps because he was seeking distraction from penetration, and he immediately begged Delic’s tongue to his.
He pushed in deeper and obliged, petting the other with light daubs to contradict the ache. The other blond’s hands came up to his shoulders, squeezing lightly. He tried to push his tongue deeper into his mouth, wanting him to reciprocate. So he thrust his tongue in thickly and swirled it around, tasting him more ably than he had the previous night, when his senses had been clouded by alcohol.
He was sweet, and faintly smoky; but there was a freshness-like mint after brushing one’s teeth, but lighter and more natural than that. And he was still tight and wonderful; Delic hated that it felt good for him, but it couldn’t for his brother.
“Do you want me to-”
“Just go in.” There was no great discomfort in his face. In fact, he looked…a little impatient.
The elder twin pushed in the rest of the way, earning a short gasp, but not much else. He was tense, but not abnormally so.
“Jus-Just a second…” he breathed.
“Take your time,” Delic replied, stroking his hair in a way he hoped was comforting. After a minute, he reached down between them and gently stroked his brother’s cock. His legs tensed around him and he almost stopped, but felt a slight roll forward that sent heat into his own abdomen. Another thirty seconds later, he felt him roll his hips again.
“You can…now…”
Just because you’re ready doesn’t mean I am.
He swallowed, nestled his face into his brother’s neck, and pulled out just a little, then pushed back in. The other clenched slightly and his fingers twitched on his shoulders. He really felt like they had switched places; he felt so virginal and unsure of himself. Afraid and embarrassed. Tsugaru offered him tiny encouragements by shifting his hips or squeezing him a little. He started to move at a slow pace. As much as he wanted to get it over with, again, none of this was for him. And if he really thought about it, maybe it was justice that this experience, painful to him, would drag on and on. Just like it had for his twin.
The elder man didn’t notice that he had started crying until he felt a tickle on his nose, and opened his eyes to find his vision blurred by liquid. It dripped off of his skin and onto that of his sibling’s.
“Delic?”
With an obvious sniff, he lifted his head and looked into those confused blue eyes. They studied him for a moment until he had to stop-he just couldn’t continue when he was looking into that sweet face-and then he felt the other blond pull him close.
“You can stop. You don’t have to do this. I don’t want you to cry…”
“I’m so weak,” the other whispered hoarsely. “I want to help you. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t forgive myself for what I’ve done.”
“It’s okay… I love you more than anyone. I want you to forgive yourself, because I’ve already forgiven you. But if you don’t want to be with me, I understand.”
His tears stopped beading up from plain shock. It lasted only a second, as he was sure he had misinterpreted the meaning of those words, but… “I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember…”
The younger brother gave a weak chuckle. “Then what’s wrong, silly?”
That laugh…
“This… This is just to help you. I wanted to be with you.”
Silence. Then the arms around him tightened. The most comforting feeling in the world.
“I know. I’m trying to say I want to be with you too.”
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