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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One Up 3/4

[anonymous]

Let's play Spot The Kinsey Reference! :D

Axel bit into his leather sleeve to keep from making noise when the slate-haired Nobody withdrew from Vexen a little with wet noises that left nothing to the imagination. From this angle he could see Zexion’s half-lidded eyes, his arms locked around Vexen’s neck, the smug little lick of lips as he squeezed his legs around Vexen’s waist. The stuttering gasp of a curse that the little motions drew from the taller man made Axel’s mouth dry a little. This was fucked up, he thought, almost indignant as Vexen did something to Zexion’s chest that made the Schemer’s head drop back with a hitched moan. This was sick. This was real evidence that the three elder Nobodies were dicking around (cough cough) instead of doing research. This was…

This was making him hard.

“You wear too much,” Zexion growled with less irritation than hunger, fiddling with the front of the Academic’s coat. “I know you don’t get cold, and the Superior isn’t around to check whether you’re going nude under this.”

“Like you, you mean?” Vexen inquired, his voice huskier than Axel had ever heard it. “The only reason he ever checked is that you’re such a little nymphomaniac.”

“The word you’re looking for is ‘satyriasic’,” Zexion purred as the sound of a zipper rippled through the relative silence. “And really, those are only names for anyone who’s having more sex than you.”

“You are an insufferable little smartass sometimes, you knooooooow.” Vexen curled inward, panting, as Zexion’s hand dove for prize territory.

“You only get to call me ‘little’ when this is as deep inside me as you can get it.” Axel tried not to choke too loudly-though whether at the crass imagery or the moan that followed it as Vexen bucked forward, he couldn’t tell. The tent in his coat could have covered the entire Organization if they’d ever all had the insane desire to go camping. He only barely realized that his right hand was inching toward it in time to fight the urge. Oh, man, that’s gotta be nine levels of wrong. This is Vexen, dammit. Old man. And Zexion the snot…

The old man and the snot were doing a slow, increasingly naked grind accompanied by sounds that made sweat break out on Axel’s brow. Shit. His palm rubbed over the considerable bulge, and he swallowed the whimper that wanted to come out at the action.

From what he could see, Vexen’s entire front was stripped bare, his pants undone. Zexion’s hands slid up under the various layers, pushing them over the blond man’s shoulders. He was clever, Axel had to admit; he only pushed them halfway down, and by the time Vexen had detangled everything the Schemer had a good hold of the only item left, his tie. He tugged Vexen down for a kiss, bucking up with his hips and forcing the Academic to brace on the desk in order to remain standing.

“You never could remember your place,” Vexen panted when they parted, pushing the smaller man down flat on the desk. Zexion stayed sprawled there like every dirty fantasy Axel had ever had, except Roxas had never had such a sinful angel face in his dreams, never let blue eyes (too dark, but who the hell cared) look so feral and debauched.

“Then fuck me and show me where that is,” the eloquent number VI drawled, arching his back just enough to make his ribs stand stark against all that smooth skin and hint at the potential flexibility of his compact body.