[ KINKY / fanfiction / R / sex, smut, and the like ]
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And then the sixth has increased its pace, in a smallest, barest most-infuriatingly-slow amount, and the one in his mouth pulls out abruptly, only to force its way in once more, thrusting wildly and erratically and why isn't Kiku doing anything?
His should-be scream comes out as an agonized moan when he realizes that he is desperately trying to arch, to bend and squirm as the final tentacle makes its way inside him.
It curls inside him, and the sixth one decides to release its hold and he bucks completely (beautifully, Kiku thinks; fallen camcorder all-but-forgotten) into the air, whimpering and moaning and (through the haze of his mind) hearing as his pleas for stop-stop-stop turn into begs for more, more, more.
And then, as if the machine is sentient (and in the most horrible way possible), it suddenly freezes before all eight tentacles retract into the main compartment, causing Yao to fall to the carpeted ground of his floor and leaving him undeniably aroused.
Kiku blinks; momentarily immobile as well.
"Please..." Yao hisses, through tightly-clenched-teeth, not caring about the bruises (and inevitable pain) around his wrists and ankles. His face is flushed, cherry-red, and his hairband has managed to snap somewhere in the process, causing his hair to cascade about his shoulders. And now Kiku's the one with a redder face, as the almost-thought that China looks so-much-like a girl crosses his mind.
His feet take him to Yao, and it's only when he is undressing as well that what he is doing dawns upon him. And then Yao clutches a hand about his ankle, begging wordlessly and looking exquisite and he drops to the other country's level, pressing light kisses everywhere about his face; forehead, cheeks, eyelashes, lips.
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One way or another, Kiku manages to wrap Yao's wiry frame about his own, using one hand to prepare Yao and the other to run about the other's lithe body, eliciting noises that he had not thought possible to make. When he pushes in, not-at-all gentle or prepared at all, Yao's legs clutch tightly about his waist, pulling him deeper into the delicious heat and causing his body to lose all sense.
He pushes himself out, only to thrust back in with equal force, and Yao screams, nails raking down his back, and Kiku can't even feel the pain because Yao's legs and Yao are tightening about him and nothing he's ever created has felt this good.
When he finally releases, breathes hitched, and eyes closing to see white and white and Yao. Kiku's knees are between Yao and the floor and it's only then that Kiku realizes the sticky warmth in-between the two of them is the other's essence. With great effort (and reluctance), he untangles the two of them, rolling himself off.
Yao's eyes are closed, his eyebrow furrowed, and Kiku finds that his heart is beating because what if Yao is mad and will never talk to him again? His heart jumps a beat when a breathe is inhaled, slowly, and Yao speaks, voice raspy.
"How do you manage to find that therapeutic-aru?"
And Kiku laughs, reaching for his robes to pull over Yao as relief washes over him. "It's only because it broke mid-way. I'm not too sure why; it might've been because..." and he stops himself as he finds his face flushing and Yao tilts his head to look curiously at Kiku, question on his lips.
"Nevermind..." Kiku says instead, choosing to keep the lower layer of his outfit for himself. Hastily putting it on with fumbling hands, he crosses the threshold of the room to deactivate the security around the Shinatty-chan doll and lightly toss it in Yao's direction.
He finds a smile alighting upon his features when Yao, energy-renewed and vigor-restored, seizes upon the stuffed cat and hugs it with all his might, squealing and kissing it repeatedly and childishly throwing it up in the air.
And Kiku laughs, picking up the fallen camcorder, if only to catch this moment.
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I am so happy and this kink!meme/fill/whatever just makes my day at times. Although I already read it, it's just so cute and adorable and awesome and win, somehow and all at once. Love the characterizations, your use of Shinatty-chan in order to get Yao and Kiku to engage in more!!! questionable activities, and I love the air of fluff that just happened to be floating around throughout the entirety of the piece!
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o////o
*such kind praise, and then I read what was below and was like, ah, too good to be true, buteh...*
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o////o <--*poke!*
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@___@
Brain bleach. Nao.
(Well yeah, that's why I classified as a 'fail' lemon, because of the characterizations, not because of the actual lemon, which is incomparable, but whatever, seriously...)
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Sexy is sexy is sexy! Don't deny that you thought of the same thing and that's why you chose to make him be such an awesome (and sexy!) beast! No? Yea? XD
(Ohhh... I had always wondered about that characterizing, but I thought that it was purposeful! But the lemon itself is nicely described, as previously stated, so it's not a fail at all!;D)
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