[fic] Paths of Desire.
Title: Paths of Desire
Writer: Me! (yo_yo_san)
Rating: XXX. NC-17, if you're feeling less traditional. NSFW, yes.
Spoilers: CoM, probably.
Characters/Pairings: Marluxia/Naminé
Notes/Continuation: It's a part of a challenge for marluxia_namine, but is also a stand-alone, finished piece. This is mutual masturbation PORN featuring an ostensibly underage female Nobody, and, as such, may not be to your tastes. You are warned. Thank you.
She was too shy to look at him, though she was huddled naked in his bed, thin legs tangled in his sheets, blonde hair mussed by his fingers, lips swollen from his kisses. He had asked - told - her to touch him, and she had responded with a single finger patting along his arm, poking into his bare chest, too uncertain to know what he wanted. He smiled. He always enjoyed showing her the way he wanted her to do things.
"Naminé, look up at me." He lifted her stubbornly tucked chin with one finger, pinioning her with his gaze. "Hold up your hand." She did, eyes wide and not precisely afraid. He took it, turned it over, stroked the palm with his thumb, then bent down and kissed her fingers, one at a time. "Like this."
He watched her stop breathing for a moment as he took her hand, his own cupped protectively around it, and pressed it carefully around his erection. "Very good. Now," he guided her in a subtle stroking motion, "like this." As a reward, he closed his eyes and gasped a little. She blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let her. "No. Keep touching me, Naminé." He drew out her name as though it would melt like sugar on his tongue, rhyming with fey, say, pray. She closed her eyes and kept moving, shyly, tentatively, but with enough will that he moved his hand away, letting her stroke him on her own.
He took her other hand, leaving her stranded on her knees, almost in his lap, ready to tumble at any moment. "With this hand, no, don't stop. With this hand, touch me here," he set her hand over his breast, fingers flat over the nipple. "You may pinch very gently, if you like, and, if you feel adventurous, you may use your mouth."
He thought of her lips, her breath, soft and warm on his skin, and smiled. He was certain she wouldn't feel brave enough, though her hand was moving very nicely between his legs. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, turning her eyes away - he knew that it was so she wouldn't have to know what her hands were doing. He allowed it, because she was doing so well, even with her attention divided. He leaned back a little, enjoying her childish attentions, liking the tiny kisses she whispered into his shoulder.
"Marluxia?"
"Yes?"
"What next?"
He laughed, a warm silky sound that he knew made her tremble.
"Only one lesson for tonight."
He slid one hand between her thighs, and she shivered for him. Higher, and a tiny noise escaped her, a shy fragment of a sound, half-hidden in his hair. He toyed with her for only a moment, then spread her apart and drove two fingers deep inside. She was already wet. This pleased him. She threw back her head, and this time her cry of mingled pain, arousal, and surprise was unmuffled. This also pleased him. He caught her eyes and smiled. She blushed, pale roses blooming across her cheeks, and looked away. To his delight, she hadn't taken her hands away from his body, and, though she paused, she soon resumed her hesitant motions.
He exhaled sharply, as she did something, quite by chance, that felt particularly good, some motion with her thumb down the front of his length. He thrust his fingers into her body, luxuriating in the sensation.
"Keep doing that, but a little faster. Just a little."
She did, all docile obedience and soft whimpers, slender fingers working him with a growing intensity. He could almost taste the fragile scent of her sweat under the harsher smell of his own, and over it all, the distant scent of flowers.
He arched his back, using gasps and his fingers inside her to encourage her to a steady rhythm. She followed his lead, finding confidence in deep, distracted concentration.
Orgasm rushed on him suddenly, almost sooner than he had expected. He felt it rising, knew it would overtake him, pulled his fingers out of her slick warmth to hold her close, whispered her name into her hair and let it happen, spasming, as close to helpless as he ever could be, fluid spattering her hand, her legs, his stomach.
She slowed, stopped, tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her, smiling his approval into her shame-filled eyes.
"No, Naminé, don't look away. Look at me."
She did, blinking at him, eyelids made heavy by desire and fear. He took her wrist, lifting her hand, palm dripping with one proof of his bodily existence. He stroked the back with one finger, kissed it. She looked away, still so shy, so embarrassed by what she had done.
"Open your mouth, Naminé. I want you to lick your fingers clean."
She closed her eyes and her lower lip trembled. He let go of her hand. She obeyed him, wordless, though tears slipped down her cheeks quietly as rain.
He smiled. He enjoyed showing her the way he wanted her to do things, and never more so than when he could watch her innocence shred in his hands as easily as flesh under his scythe.
(x-posted to menage_a_treize, marluxia_namine)
Now spamming an f-list near you. ^_^; Sorry to those folks who see this three times in the course of their reading.
Writer: Me! (yo_yo_san)
Rating: XXX. NC-17, if you're feeling less traditional. NSFW, yes.
Spoilers: CoM, probably.
Characters/Pairings: Marluxia/Naminé
Notes/Continuation: It's a part of a challenge for marluxia_namine, but is also a stand-alone, finished piece. This is mutual masturbation PORN featuring an ostensibly underage female Nobody, and, as such, may not be to your tastes. You are warned. Thank you.
She was too shy to look at him, though she was huddled naked in his bed, thin legs tangled in his sheets, blonde hair mussed by his fingers, lips swollen from his kisses. He had asked - told - her to touch him, and she had responded with a single finger patting along his arm, poking into his bare chest, too uncertain to know what he wanted. He smiled. He always enjoyed showing her the way he wanted her to do things.
"Naminé, look up at me." He lifted her stubbornly tucked chin with one finger, pinioning her with his gaze. "Hold up your hand." She did, eyes wide and not precisely afraid. He took it, turned it over, stroked the palm with his thumb, then bent down and kissed her fingers, one at a time. "Like this."
He watched her stop breathing for a moment as he took her hand, his own cupped protectively around it, and pressed it carefully around his erection. "Very good. Now," he guided her in a subtle stroking motion, "like this." As a reward, he closed his eyes and gasped a little. She blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't let her. "No. Keep touching me, Naminé." He drew out her name as though it would melt like sugar on his tongue, rhyming with fey, say, pray. She closed her eyes and kept moving, shyly, tentatively, but with enough will that he moved his hand away, letting her stroke him on her own.
He took her other hand, leaving her stranded on her knees, almost in his lap, ready to tumble at any moment. "With this hand, no, don't stop. With this hand, touch me here," he set her hand over his breast, fingers flat over the nipple. "You may pinch very gently, if you like, and, if you feel adventurous, you may use your mouth."
He thought of her lips, her breath, soft and warm on his skin, and smiled. He was certain she wouldn't feel brave enough, though her hand was moving very nicely between his legs. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, turning her eyes away - he knew that it was so she wouldn't have to know what her hands were doing. He allowed it, because she was doing so well, even with her attention divided. He leaned back a little, enjoying her childish attentions, liking the tiny kisses she whispered into his shoulder.
"Marluxia?"
"Yes?"
"What next?"
He laughed, a warm silky sound that he knew made her tremble.
"Only one lesson for tonight."
He slid one hand between her thighs, and she shivered for him. Higher, and a tiny noise escaped her, a shy fragment of a sound, half-hidden in his hair. He toyed with her for only a moment, then spread her apart and drove two fingers deep inside. She was already wet. This pleased him. She threw back her head, and this time her cry of mingled pain, arousal, and surprise was unmuffled. This also pleased him. He caught her eyes and smiled. She blushed, pale roses blooming across her cheeks, and looked away. To his delight, she hadn't taken her hands away from his body, and, though she paused, she soon resumed her hesitant motions.
He exhaled sharply, as she did something, quite by chance, that felt particularly good, some motion with her thumb down the front of his length. He thrust his fingers into her body, luxuriating in the sensation.
"Keep doing that, but a little faster. Just a little."
She did, all docile obedience and soft whimpers, slender fingers working him with a growing intensity. He could almost taste the fragile scent of her sweat under the harsher smell of his own, and over it all, the distant scent of flowers.
He arched his back, using gasps and his fingers inside her to encourage her to a steady rhythm. She followed his lead, finding confidence in deep, distracted concentration.
Orgasm rushed on him suddenly, almost sooner than he had expected. He felt it rising, knew it would overtake him, pulled his fingers out of her slick warmth to hold her close, whispered her name into her hair and let it happen, spasming, as close to helpless as he ever could be, fluid spattering her hand, her legs, his stomach.
She slowed, stopped, tried to pull away. He wouldn't let her, smiling his approval into her shame-filled eyes.
"No, Naminé, don't look away. Look at me."
She did, blinking at him, eyelids made heavy by desire and fear. He took her wrist, lifting her hand, palm dripping with one proof of his bodily existence. He stroked the back with one finger, kissed it. She looked away, still so shy, so embarrassed by what she had done.
"Open your mouth, Naminé. I want you to lick your fingers clean."
She closed her eyes and her lower lip trembled. He let go of her hand. She obeyed him, wordless, though tears slipped down her cheeks quietly as rain.
He smiled. He enjoyed showing her the way he wanted her to do things, and never more so than when he could watch her innocence shred in his hands as easily as flesh under his scythe.
(x-posted to menage_a_treize, marluxia_namine)
Now spamming an f-list near you. ^_^; Sorry to those folks who see this three times in the course of their reading.