Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme

[kokanshu]

KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME

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Rules:

1. Post a pairing plus a kink.

1a. One request per comment.

1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that

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Behind Door Number 2

[anonymous]

Hi, there. We are a small group of friends who felt really bad about all these requests that went unanswered. So, we got together to try to write them all, in the order they were requested. We are calling ourselves "BBB." (This is derived from Bibbidy-Bobbity-Boo. We fancy ourselves fairy godmothers, but instead of pretty dresses and pumpkin carriages, we grant you porn.)

Onto the story!

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Behind Door Number 2

It was quiet throughout the halls of Castle that Never Was. It was after dark, three in the early hours to be exact. Everyone was asleep in their own beds or someone else's. However, there were two that were still awake- very much awake.

"X...Xigbar!" The blonde let out a strangled gasp. He arched up into those hands. He needed more of that touch, more of that sensation, more of that everything, if only Xigbar would just give it to him. But with Xigbar being the tease he always was (not that he was complaining), Demyx knew he wouldn't get it.

Xigbar tilted his head up, tearing his eyes away from what his skilled fingers were doing. He grinned, seeing Demyx's disheveled state. Satisfaction spread through him, knowing he was the one responsible. It was he that was making Demyx squirm, moan his name with that beautiful voice. He worked his hand faster, eyes never straying from Demyx's face. He watched as Demyx bit his lip, watched as this cheeks flush from pink, to a dark shade of red, to almost blue... That's when Xigbar realized that the short, erratic breaths that filled the room had stopped. His unpatched eye grew as wide as a saucer "Demyx?" His movements stopped, his own breathing became short and shaky.

Demyx met his stare, eyes glazed over in a mix of haze and pleasure. All at once, he released the pent up air and took in a new breath with trembling lips.

"Don't worry," he said. "Just go with it. P-Please."

Xigbar arched an eyebrow. Slowly, his hand resumed its ministrations. The other reached up and slowly curled around Demyx's neck, squeezing lightly. Demyx let out a choked cry, and his eyes rolled up in his head. He almost let go, but he knew Demyx would protest if he were uncomfortable. He increased pressure in both hands.

It became quiet. Now that Demyx wasn't making his usual appreciative sounds, the silence pressed on Xigbar's ears.

Demyx opened and closed his mouth, silent pleas for completion slipping from his lips and bouncing off the walls into nowhere. His toes curled, his fingers clenched in the sheets, and his hips bucked up desperately. He was so close.

Xigbar let go.

Sweet air rushed into Demyx's lungs. White flooded his vision, and blood rushed past his ears. He let out a shrill cry, spraying himself over Xigbar's hand. For a long moment, he lay there panting, getting used to the feeling of oxygen running through his system.

"Never thought you were so kinky," Xigbar said.

Demyx blushed and let out a nervous chuckle.

"We're not doing this every night," Xigbar commented, roughly poking the musician in the head. "Gotta save those brain cells."