Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
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 ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
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 ( Read more... )
It had started simply enough. The Replica, leaning on a lab table with a book in front of him, reading. But then Vexen comes storming in, eye's glinting like chips of emerald, and suddenly bad things are happening.
"What have I told you about my lab tables?!" He hisses, looking down at the boy.
"Um, don't sit on them?" The Replica gulps, removing the book from the table.
"They are supposed to be sterile. They can not be sterile when you rub your dirty hands all over them." The scientist crosses his arms and glares down his long nose. The Replica gulps again, biting his lip.
"Um..."
Vexen rolls the sleeves of his robes up, tutting.
"Strip. Now." The Replica complies, thinking that he will be undergoing some type of medical procedure or another. But he doesn't notice the appraising way the older man is eying him, running along his back, his legs, his ass. So he is completely surprised when, instead of ordering him on the table, he walks a short distance, before returning with a chair.
Vexen suppresses a smile at the confused look on the Replica's face.
"Come here." He beckons forward, sitting down. The Replica comes forward, nervously. This is unlike anything that he has ever experienced before, and he doesn't know what to expect.
"Sit." Vexen gestures towards his lap, and the Replica stops, then hesitantly does as he is told. He hasn't ever been given a reason not to trust the scientist in manners of medicine, and he supposes maybe it is a new medical procedure. Although he isn't wearing gloves...
"I've told you many, many times not to contaminate my fields, haven't I?" One bare hand is caressing his back, the other supporting him by holding on to his side. "I've told you, and yet you still continue to put your grubby little fingers all over my equipment."
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"I don't think you can remember my simple instructions. I'm going to have to use a more basic reminder." He grabs a handful of silver hair, tugging it down. "Lie on your stomach, across my lap." The Replica doesn't move. This earns him a yank, making the boy scramble to lie himself across the black clad legs, shivering.
Vexen caresses along his back, lightly tracing his spine. The Replica shivers at this, skin rippling into goosebumps, and Vexen stops, hands right where the back meets the ass.
"Do you know what your punishment is going to be?"
"No, sir."
"I'm going to spank you, since pain is the only thing that will stay in your memory."
Vexen brought the flat of his hand down, hard, against the soft white skin. The Replica yelps, squirming and trying to get off of Vexen's lap. Vexen keeps one hand firmly planted on the boy's back, so that he can't get off. He keeps spanking him for ten minutes, until the skin is rosy and hot to the touch, the boy actually crying.
Vexen lays a hand on one cheek, squeezing it.
"Understand now?" The Replica nodded, keeping his face in his hands. As the boy shifted, Vexen feels something bump against his knee, and he smiles. He is going to have his way with the boy, but it is always more enjoyable when the other party is more willing.
"Sit up." Vexen places a hand under the boy's chest, helping him to lift up, until he is sitting sidesaddle in the man's lap. Something hard presses against his hip, and he looks down. What with the baggy robes, he can't actually tell if the man has an erection or not.
Vexen runs a hand down the boys chest, pausing to run a fingernail over one nipple. The Replica can't suppress the moan that comes out, and Vexen seems to find that immensely amusing. He moves the hand again, to wrap around the boy's penis, squeezing it lightly and enjoying the startled almost-moan that escapes.
"Unzip my coat, boy..." He murmurs, leaning in to nip and lick at his neck. The Replica does so, then lets out a loud yip of pleasure/pain when his ear is bitten.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" The blond scientist hisses. "Take it out..." The Replica pauses, and Vexen rakes his nails along the hot flesh of his ass. "I said take it out." The Replica unzips the pants, tugging them down, and stares down at the thing nestled in blond hair below him with distaste.
"I know you pleasure yourself, boy." The hand on his cock twists, so that light seem to go off inside of his head, and he gulps, taking it in his hand, not liking the heat coming off of it or the fluid dripping from the head.
"Pleasure me." This is said with another rake of fingernails, to remind the boy what can happen if he doesn't comply. The Replica does, stroking and fisting and pumping, wanting to make the older man cum and be over with all of this, so he can go shower.
Vexen, in turn, languidly, almost idly, strokes along the boy's cock, thumbing the head or lightly running his nails along the sensitive underside.
"Faster..." The Replica has to hold on to his shoulder with one hand as his hips begin to jerk, making the lap unstable. The silver haired boy does as he is told, almost mechanically pumping and stroking. He is trying to ignore the own attention to his cock, but there is a heat in his stomach and he knows he will cum soon.
Vexen cums, spurting on his own belly and the Replica's chest. He keeps working at the boy's cock, until he too cums, with a shudder and a gasp. His afterglow is short lived, however, as Vexen stands up, letting go of him.
"Clean yourself up." He says, looking down at him coldly, and the Replica whines in the back of his thoat.
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