Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
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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... )
Zexion knows he is beautiful and he knows that his are the only hands perfect enough to touch, really touch, that pale, smooth skin. Zexion looks himself up and down, circling the clone, perfect in every detail. The clone is docile, letting it's master do whatever he so wishes.
The clone is naked, and so beautiful. Zexion reaches his gloveless hand forward and strokes one finger along the line of it's nose, brushing that wonderfully soft hair out of it's eye, gazing raptly into the two dark bluer eyes. He is beautiful. Zexion moves his hand to the clone's belly, fingers spread. He pushes it onto the bed, so that it is lying on it's back, legs open and feet dangling over the edge, legs supported by the bed.
Zexion climbs between the clone's legs, gazing at it's face over the curve of that perfect belly. His fingers knead gently, making the clone squirm a bit. He likes this reaction, and he leans down, the silver fastenings of his coat tickling the clone's firm belly. It squirms, and Zexion absently stills it by pressing down. With his free hand, he begins to unfasten, then unzip his coat.
The clone smiles when it sees Zexion's bare chest with its light dusting of light blue hair, and it licks its lips as its eyes follow the hair down under his navel, where it gets quicker, before banishing under the waistband of his boxer shorts. Zexion raises an eyebrow lazily, luxuriating in the admiration of the only creature who can recognize the true extent of his beauty.
Zexion's pants ride low on his bony hips, and he makes a show of unzipping and removing his pants, then his boxers. His cock is perfect, just like the rest of him. The clone's own penis was beginning to harden, and Zexion smiles a bit.
He climbs over he clone, resting his weight on it's hips. The clone is the only thing that Zexion will fuck, has fucked. Nobody else is good enough for him. They would simply sully his perfection. The clone's hands move to Zexion's hips, squeezing gently. It looks at him questioningly while Zexion ponders what type of debauchery is called for tonight. His erection brushes against it's, and the two moan in tandem.
The clone seems to want something in particular, looking up beseechingly at him. Zexion leans down to kiss it, purring at the taste of himself. The clone moves to lick and lap at his face, rubbing noses together and nuzzling into his cheek. Zexion is feeling some vague ghost of affection, and he returns the gestures instead of scolding it as per usual. When the clone begins to suckle at his earlobe, he moans, arching his back and forcing the two erections closer together Another moan in tandem, then more kissing. When the clone begins to suck at his lower lip, Zexion feels his own oral fixation tickling the back of his mind, and now he knows what he wants to do tonight.
The clone whines when Zexion pulls away from their kiss, squiring and pouting petulantly; Zexion has to resist the urge to swoop down and suckle at that juicy lower lip. But he resists, shifting until his warm breath is ghosting over it's erection. The clone seems to understand, squirming about until both are lying on their sides, warm breath on velvety iron.
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He closes his eyes, relishing the musky/salty taste. Nobody else can taste this good, nobody else has a tongue as skillful as he does. He grips the clone's backside with one hand, kneading at it like bread dough. The clone's nails dig into his thigh slightly, making his skin break out in goosebumps. He begins to thrust, even as it's actions mirror his own. He knows he is beautiful like this, hair mussed and cheeks flushing, that he looks like some sinful angel, and he relishes it.
The hair in front of his nose in clean and smells better then anything, musky and soft. His thrusts are becoming more frenzied as the clone takes him all the way in, swallowing and squeezing the muscles of it's throat around the head of his cock. Zexion returns the favor, purring. It begins to shake from the feeling of the vibrations, moaning loudly.
Zexion's cock is the perfect size. Not tiny like Roxas', but no monstrosity like the... thing hanging between Lexaeus' legs. His cock is just big enough for him to swallow, licking, lapping, humming, and purring. They cum at the same time, backs arched and eyes shut.
It takes it's mouth off of him, letting him spray his semen all over it's face. Zexion swallows, nuzzling springy slate blue hair and licking his lips. The clone tugs lightly at one leg, whining faintly, and Zexion changes positions, so that they are face to face. Leaning forward, Zexion begins to lick the translucent white liquid off, closing his eyes and relishing the taste.
Zexion knows he is perfect, that nobody can compare to his beauty, his intellect, his intimate skills. He gives a sigh of near-contentment as he cuddles up to himself, nuzzling into the clean, warm scent of his neck.
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F---ING
LOVE
YOU.
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*squeals with joy* Anon wins!
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