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 Night In Winter (1/3)

[anonymous]

This year, Sora had brought a sleeping bag. He tossed it onto the floor in his aunt's spare bedroom.

When Roxas saw it, for some reason, he glared. "No," he said, "don't bother. I brought my own sleeping bag. If it's that big a deal, I'll sleep on the floor."

Sora blinked at his cousin, confused. "Why does either of us have to take the floor? We're not that much bigger than last year. I just brought this so I wouldn't steal all the blankets again."

Roxas paused mid-grouch. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why, what did you think I was doing?"

Roxas slumped onto the bed. He was slouching, Sora noticed. He'd never slouched before - his mom was big on posture. "I didn't think any of you wanted to be in the same room as me anymore, let alone the same bed."

"Huh? No, we. . . wait. . ." There had been weird glances and sidelong looks from some of the grownups all day, come to think of it. And nasty snickers from Reks and Vaan. "Why?"

Snort. "Give me a break. You know why."

"No, really, Roxas, I don't."

Roxas looked at his face for a long time, and then flopped onto his back. "Dad found out I was gay. Told everyone. Except you and your mom, I guess. Merry Christmas to me."

"Oh." Sora sat on the bed. "He might have told Mom, she wouldn't have cared."

"That's what I thought about my mom."

"No, really. She's almost too tolerant. When she found out my best friend was gay she tried to set us up."

Roxas snickered. "Is this the one I beat up when I was nine?"

"He says he beat you up, but yeah, it's the same guy. Riku."

Roxas bounced his heels on the mattress. "Did it work?" Sora emitted some kind of umh? sound. "When your mom tried to set you up. Did it work?"

"N-no!"

"Aw. You'd be cute with your arm around a pretty little silver-blond boy. Did the poor kid even have a chance?"

Sora's jaw dropped, and wobbled a couple times, and finally, "Are you messing with me? I'm not a homophobe, Roxas. He's still my best friend."

"Okay. Yeah, I guess I was messing with you a little. You're straight, then?"

"Yeah. Um. I mean, probably, yeah." He sat down on the bed. "I hope things get better with your parents. Riku's dad's been getting used to it, so. . ."

"I'm not really holding my breath."

Sora frowned. Roxas looked so. . . resigned. Like it wasn't even something to be sad or angry about anymore. Implusively, he laid down next to Roxas and pulled him close.

"Sora," Roxas said into his shirt. "What're you doing?"

"You looked like you needed a hug."

"You're a dork, Sor. You know that, right?"

"Mm. Riku says I get woogy when I'm tired." He ruffled a hand through Roxas' hair.

Roxas sighed. "Okay, this is no good."

"Oh." Sora pulled away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. . ."

"Not that. Here." Roxas pulled Sora back in onto his side, so that his forehead was against Roxas' chest. "If you want to hug me, okay, but don't act like you're a top, 'cause you're really not."

"Hey, wait a minute," Sora said. "If we went out I'd totally be the top. I'm like a year older than you."

"I'm taller, though."

"No, you're not. I'm taller."

"Only because you spike your hair more. And anyway, it's not height or age, it's how you act. You act 'woogy.'"

Sora looked up and narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" He pounced. Roxas squawked in surprise, and Sora pinned him down by his upper arms and whispered in his ear. "You sure I'm not a top?"

"G-geez, Sora, it was a joke. . ." His voice was low and shaky, and Sora grinned, where Roxas couldn't see. "You're not even gay, right?"

"Maybe you can change my mind," Sora whispered, and nuzzled Roxas' ear. His cousin shivered, and suddenly Sora couldn't keep it in anymore. He started laughing, and Roxas shoved him away.

"Jerk."

"Told you I'd be a top. Call it payback for what you said about me and Riku."

Roxas glared, plotting revenge. Sora had obviously been faking at least part of that, trying to win the argument. But then, it had been too realistic to be completely fake. So maybe. . .

One Night In Winter (2/3)

[anonymous]

"Sora?" he said quietly. "Are you sure you were kidding?" He crept closer. "Because it felt really nice." Poor Sora was too surprised to move. "If you wanted, we could do some more? Please?" Sora was on his back, staring wide-eyed up at Roxas, speechless. So Roxas kissed him.

It was maybe dumb for Roxas' first kiss to be with his cousin in their aunt's attic bedroom the night before Christmas Eve. On the other hand, Sora was kissing back, and it actually felt pretty nice. Sora's hands were running softly up Roxas' back, apparently on their own, and that felt nice, too.

Roxas let Sora think he was in charge for a while, let the kiss go at Sora's pace. Slowly, Sora relaxed. Eventually, Roxas decided his cousin was woogy enough, and slipped in some tongue. Sora melted like butter. Roxas slipped his fingers underneath Sora's t-shirt, feeling the warm skin over the arch of his hipbone, and Sora squirmed happily underneath him. When, finally, Roxas had to come up for air, he moved his lips about an inch away from Sora's, opened his eyes, and said, "Gotcha."

"Wha - mmmf!" Sora might have been doing this just for the sake of winning, but that wasn't Roxas. The way he saw it, the prize for proving you were the top was getting to top.

Er, metaphorically speaking. If their aunt found stains on the sheets, Roxas would die of embarrassment, and then his parents would bring him back to life just to kill him again.

More making out was definitely in order, though. Sora was definitely cute, and definitely letting Roxas kiss his brains out. Roxas got his hand a little further up Sora's shirt. Soft and smooth and warm, with definite abs underneath the softness. Roxas approved.

Sora groaned, and arched into his hand. Roxas broke the kiss, and grinned. "Sensitive there?" He ghosted his fingertips back and forth over Sora's stomach. Sora's breathing got very fast.

"Roxas? What are you - what are we doing?"

Roxas shrugged. "Early Christmas present?"

"For who?"

"Me," Roxas said, sounding a little smug. "I'm the top."

"Oh, that's it." Pounce.

Sora had already used that move once tonight, and Roxas wasn't about to fall for it again. He rolled Sora right over him, and ended up back on top. Sora twisted, trying to pin him, or, when that didn't work, grope him. Roxas had a different idea. He got a grip on Sora's waistband and yanked his pyjama bottom down. Sora let out a very un-top-like squeak, but of course he couldn't move well with his pants around his knees. Roxas shucked his shirt off while he was still surprised, and then went back and got the pants the rest of the way off. If Sora could still pretend to be a top after that, he deserved to win.

"Roxas! What are you doing?"

"The smartest thing I've done all year," Roxas said, staring. He was a little shocked himself, at what he'd done. "Wow." He looked up at Sora's (blushing) face, and smirked. "I was right. You're way too hot to be a top."

"What? Hey! Everyone knows tops are better looking."

"Sounds like something a bottom would say." Roxas leaned in, started running a hand up Sora's thigh, and stopped. "Um, if the whole 'being straight' thing is going to be a problem, speak up now."

"Um." Sora swallowed. But no, the last time he'd chickened out that way, he'd regretted it. Poor Riku. "No, it's okay."

"Cool." He laid himself along Sora's side, and kissed him. His hand slid up Sora's leg, past the obvious target, and went to exploring his chest.

Sora was starting to think he was losing this game. Roxas' soft sleeping clothes were rubbing against his bare skin, all down his left side, and then there was the warmth and the hands and the kiss, and he was really nervous, and really turned on, and after all that there was no room left in his brain. Roxas broke the kiss, and Sora heard himself moan, "Oh, don't stop."

"Heh. Okay." Roxas trailed kisses down the side of his neck, then along his collarbone. His hand was going everywhere it could reach (except the one place Sora really wanted to be touched.) Roxas had fantasized about things like this, but he hadn't realized how nice it would be just to feel a boy's body. Finally he sat up, straddled across Sora's knees, so he could use both hands.

One Night In Winter (3/3)

[anonymous]

Very nice shoulders. Chest, almost smooth, with exactly two dark hairs over the breastbone. Flanks - Roxas was fascinated by how Sora's ribs moved with his heavy breathing. Hips. Thighs. Inside of the thighs.

Finally Roxas stopped, and took a deep breath. The next part was a little intimidating - but that was silly. It wasn't like he'd never used one of these things before. He had one of his own, after all, and practiced with it every day. "Please," Sora said, "just do something, okay?" Determined, Roxas sent out one curious hand.

The hair was rough, and there was a little more of it than Roxas had. He slipped under, and felt the balls. (Sora let out a helpless little noise.)

Finally, fascinated, Roxas slid his hand up to the main event. He was glad they'd settled the "who's on top" issue already, because the extra year apparently gave Sora an advantage here. Roxas felt around it, lightly, then up the length. He pulled down the foreskin. ("Ohh, God.") He touched the bead of precum, and rubbed it around the head. ("Ahh! Roxas!") He was tempted to kiss it - but then he thought of something, and let go.

Sora picked his head up. "Roxas? Why'd you stop?"

"I want to go first. Here, pick your head up." Sora did, and Roxas propped both pillows underneath it. He moved up so he was straddling Sora's chest, and pulled his shorts down just enough to let himself out. He leaned so that the tip brushed against Sora's lips.

Sora stared at him. "Please?" Roxas said. "I'll do you next. God, Sora, I want this so bad - aaahh!" He'd licked it! "Oh, God." More licking, and little kisses, torturously short and soft. "T-try sucking on it? Ohhhh, yeah. . ." Roxas had to grab the headboard to hold himself up. His hips started moving on their own, pushing down into that incredible. . .

"Gugghlk!"

"Sorry."

Sora grabbed Roxas' bare hips and guided him into a better motion. Somewhere in the back of his mind part of him was still trying to figure out a way to "win." Somewhere even further back a little voice was protesting that Sora was straight. Given that he was naked underneath a boy and eagerly sucking on his penis, there wasn't really much hope for either cause.

It didn't last long, though.

Roxas arched backward, with a long, slow moan. Sora let him go, wiping his mouth, and he collapsed to the side. He twitched once more, all over, and then just breathed. "That was amazing. That was. . . wow. . ."

He looked really cute, all tired and happy like that. Sora ran a hand softly through his little cousin's hair. "Remember you promised me a turn."

Roxas tilted his head back, and smiled. Not a smirk, or a grin, but a plain, unguarded, happy smile. It was beautiful. "Sure."

He kicked his shorts the rest of the way off, and crawled between Sora's legs. He started with his hands, feeling everything carefully, like he was memorizing it. Then the tongue, around each ball, and up the bottom of the shaft. ("Ohhhhhh, Roxas.") Little licks and kisses, copying what Sora had done. ("Rox, please, just do it!")

He did it. Sora resisted the urge to arch his back, or push Roxas' head down. It was sweetsofthotwet, he wanted more. . . All he did was stroke Roxas' hair, gentle, letting him do whatever he wanted. Roxas got his hand back into it, pulling and sucking together, and. . . and. . .

"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh. . ."

When Sora opened his eyes again, Roxas was under the covers, watching him lazily. Sora smiled back and climbed in beside him, snuggling up to Roxas face to face. Roxas' t-shirt was the only thing either of them were wearing. Their bare legs rubbed together warmly. "So," Sora said, "at least there's a good side to getting outed to your family, right?"

Roxas snickered, and pulled him closer. Obligingly, Sora tangled himself tighter around his cousin. "I'm glad it was you I did this with," Roxas muttered. "You're sweet."

"Hey! I am not sweet!"

Roxas sighed. "Are we really starting this again? You're cuddling me like I'm a teddy bear. This whole thing started because you thought I needed a hug. If you were any sweeter, you'd cum strawberry ice cream."

"But. . ."

One Night In Winter (4/3 - doh!)

[anonymous]

"Just shut up and take a compliment, Sora. Sheesh." Roxas flailed behind him and managed to turn off the light.

Sora nestled into Roxas' shirt. Over his shoulder, Sora could look out the window, and watch the snow coming down.

[anonymous]

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oh my god I'm not the OP, but I loved this. It was really ridiculously adorable and sweet, and sexy in an oddly sophisticated manner, which was awesome and refreshing to get. You've got me hooked on these two and the dynamics between them. I actually would really want to see more of them in long fic or series of ficlets or something (which I think is probably rare to think in this place, but honestly!) which you're obviously not obligated to do, but ahhh this is one case where I wish the meme wasn't anon.

love! ♥

Re: One Night In Winter (4/3 - doh!)

[anonymous]

Not OP, and somehow I can never convince myself to write these two (let alone incest of any kind), but damn if this didn't make me drool. Good god.

Sweet and sexy and quite realistic enough for my tastes and did I mention sexy? Yum. This is one happy happy anon.

Re: One Night In Winter (4/3 - doh!)

[anonymous]

aaawww, you have no idea how much I lurve Christmas and winter pwp/fluff^.^ so cute and sweet, and hawt, too