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... )
In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight...
Well, it's not a jungle, and he's not a lion, but he sure is sleeping. Roxas made sure of that.
It was a stupid idea, really. Very stupid. Good thing Axel could never know, as he'd never let him live it down. The thing--the thing was, in his mix of memories from before he turned, he had several very clear recollections of a particular teacher, and damn if Vexen wasn't a ringer for him. Not perfect--the teacher's hair was more golden and less dusky, and he wore it in a ponytail; he'd had glasses, hadn't been quite as tall as Vexen, or nearly as mean, and he'd taught French, not chemistry, but close enough. And in these memories, whoever-he-had-been had spent more time watching the teacher's back than the chalkboard, staring at his long clever fingers at work rather than doing his own work, and listening and seeing his mouth form musical words--rather than paying any attention to comprehending them at all.
All in all, the resemblance was uncanny, and Roxas found himself dwelling on both the memories and the man before him, the combination of familiarity and newness...and here he was.
"Here" was Vexen's room, in the middle of the night, Roxas watching the lean, long man lying fast asleep on his bed. It was long, long minutes in silence before Roxas moved again--he'd taken precautions, grinding sleepers into Vexen's evening coffee, but there was still the terror/thrill that Vexen'd wake up, see him there, and...
"Come here, boy," he said in that cruel voice, and the door locked behind him. He got up, naked, advanced on him--"If you insist on waking your betters in the middle of the night..."
Roxas bit his lip, felt his cock stir, and then tiptoed to Vexen's bed, approaching from the foot. The older man was lying on his back--he didn't snore, thankfully, though his breath made his belly rise and fall, shifting the blanket ever so slightly. Slowly, Roxas leaned on the bed, watching the new wrinkles in the fabric spread--must move slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y, can't jerk him awake--the hardest part was getting his first knee onto the bed, after that it was easy. Vexen lay silhouetted by the blanket before him, two tents for his feet but none over his groin; Roxas slightly saddened by it.
What if he'd been dreaming of me--since it's Vexen, he'd be dreaming about fucking me in his lab, strapped down and cock tied to keep me good and hard and coming and--
He was good and hard now, and there was no making it go away. Vexen's blanket was pulled down to about his waist, showing that he slept in his dress shirt, buttons undone and sleeves still rolled up. Did he sleep in his pants, as well? Curious, Roxas moved over Vexen's long legs, legs spread wide, keeping himself entertained through the agonizingly long creep by imagining he was spread to receive Vexen, wide open and eager and...
Vexen did not sleep in his pants. He didn't even sleep in his underwear.
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