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... )
The heat that had built up from Reno’s hand-job evaporates with every splash of cold water from the safety shower. Shivering, Axel turns off the head, and Reno has to fight back laughter upon seeing his attractive half look like a disgruntled wet cat with a really needy erection.
“Finish me, Reno!” Axel snarls, squeezing the water out of his hair and stepping out of the safety shower.
Broad shoulders give an indifferent shrug, and the older brother manages to give an air of apathy despite his dripping body and that erection pressing against soaked jeans.
“Reno!” He’s whining embarrassingly now, and it turns Reno on more than he can imagine-but Axel knows that already.
“You have chores to do, yo, like the pretty little maid you make yourself to be,” his brother says casually, tugging out the black elastic holding together his ponytail. “Maybe you should bring down the dirty laundry, or else mom will have nothing new to wear, and she’ll make us sleep out on the lawn.”
Axel glares, then leaves, a strain in his step because of his impatient hard-on. Reno waits in the laundry room, his hand touching himself through the thick denim as he continues to imagine Axel in that goddamn fucking apron. He grins a shit-eating grin when Axel returns with the armful of discarded clothing. To Reno’s amusement, the same bra Axel had used to piss him off was on the top of the pile.
“Wash all the dirty clothes, Axel,” he commands. He watches as Axel glares angrily, supervising him intently as he throws the load into the empty wash, uncaring if his father’s navy sweater was in there with their mother’s white sundress.
Axel backs up, looking just a little lost, waiting for instruction. He sees Reno flick a finger over his body.
“All. Dirty. Clothes.” The older male says succinctly.
And then Axel is stripping-not that there was much to strip. He slides out of his wet boxers, tugging them down past his hipbones and letting them fall down his long commercial-worthy legs. He keeps eye contact with his brother, because he knows Reno likes it when he did. Long fingers reach around and tug out the loose knot holding the apron in place, and there is a soft crumple of damp fabric when the material lands on the floor.
Reno looks down at his brother’s arousal, dark, shamelessly weeping for attention, standing proud from the wet patch of black pubic hair.
“Come here, you filthy little fuck,” he tosses out, pale blue eyes flashing when Axel stalks over bare, shivering a little from the air conditioning in the house, and from the dampness still sheathing his body. Two large hands dig themselves into wet red hair, and the laundry room suddenly fills with the soft sounds of tongue against lips, tongue against teeth, and tongue against tongue. When Reno has his fill, he tugs his brother’s head back sharply, not giving much thought if the younger was satisfied or not.
“Look at you, Axel. You’re such a horrible, worthless slut-always getting us into trouble so you could have me between your legs,” Reno whispers, raking nails down the middle of his brother’s arching back. “Clever of you to bother me during an episode of South Park this time, asshole. You knew I’d get up and try to kill you with just a switch of the channel, yo. You knew that mom would ground us for another eternity, and then you’d be able get your horny little ass on my cock as much, as often as you’d like at home, am I right?”
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“That nasty little mouth of yours will always get you into trouble, Axel.” And then he tugs him down to his knees, hands fisting in his locks as he forces his cock on his lips.
“Suck it.” He watches in fascination when Axel pulls down his pants, the legs flipping inside out with the sticky dampness it is suffering. His dick disappears into his mouth, and suddenly, so does his pent up anger for the punishments he had and has to continue to endure under this mother’s passive-aggressive wrath. Reno groans, thrusting his hips smoothly into his brother’s hollowed cheeks. Axel hums, the vibrations sending Reno into a temporary paralysis before his brother pulls on those strands of ruby red hair and heaves him back on his feet. He steps out of his dirtied jeans and socks, throws them into the wash with Axel’s stained shorts and that god forsaken apron, and turns on the machine without even putting in the detergent. “Get on the fucking thing, Axel.” The elder hisses venomously, his cock pressing and rubbing against his sibling’s. He doesn’t even wait for Axel to get on himself; he takes him by the armpits and hoists him on the shaking white washer, and Axel groans from the coolness against his buttocks. Reno knows one of his brother’s pet peeves is sitting on cold surfaces.
The elder swoops in and takes him full into his mouth, making hungry noises as if he were sucking and licking an ice cream bar on the fourth of July. And then Axel is bucking, screaming, and squirming desperately on the machine. He feels two fingers probe at his soft entrance, and he forces his hips down, drawing in the digits. He has his legs spread, but his body is struggling to stay on the appliance, and Axel hopes that the quivering washing machine won’t collapse under his writhing form. It was absolute hell when the two of them had to bullshit their explanation as to why one of the heavy-duty shelves in the garage had collapsed during one of their parents’ outing one night, so Axel is praying that their current tryst site will uphold loyally.
Reno’s fingers are shifting in and out, slapping slickly, obscenely against the flesh of Axel’s ass. They worm deeper into him, bending and spreading and working to press against that God-sent bundle of nerves. The addition of the vibrations from the washing machine does wonders for Axel. Suddenly, he gives a hoarse cry, and moans unabashedly, begging and begging “take me now, take me now” and Reno could only laugh around the cock in his mouth.
“You’re so willing-men would pay good money to hear you beg, y'know.” The pony-tailed man says, his hands moving to hook his brother’s legs over his shoulder. The son with his sweet mother’s green eyes mumbles something about no one else being good enough to hear him beg, and slides his upper body down so his back was flat against the washer top. “What would mom or dad say if they saw us like this?” The tip of his dick is pressing shamelessly against Axel’s entrance, and the twenty-two year old beneath him gasps high and loud-a wanton note exposing all that he wanted. Reno bends over, feral, possessive, animalistic, and his playmate bites back a whimper as his body is forced to double over. “What would happen if they saw me fucking you hard, and fast, my dick driving in and out of you, deep-deeper-deeper-with you writhing and crying out my name like a two-dollar whore?” Reno has him where he wants him, just like every other time; Axel is strung taut like a bow string, and breathing is becoming quite the chore. “My little plaything…tell me what would happen, yo.” Their mouths are just a breath away from one another, and Axel jerks his hips, manages to get the darkened tip of his brother’s cock in him.
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And the sibling with red strokes for tattoos only chuckles, a heartless, commanding laugh, “you think it’s that easy. Beg for my forgiveness.”
There is one thing Axel hated in the entire world, and that is apologizing. He hates apologizing, groveling, and saying that hideous ‘S’ word-especially to his brother, especially when he has the clear upper hand. He almost never asks for forgiveness, and he knows his brother plays on it just to spite him.
He wants to come, but Axel bites back-until-
“Say it, you shit,” Reno growls, a festering neediness lacing his words. “Say it.”
Axel smirks, a sign of victory. He got him to beg-and they’re tied again.
“I’m sorry.”
Reno presses in an inch, and hisses, “who’s forgiving you, you filthy runt?”
His opposition draws in a shaky breath, and in a withering, pleading voice, says “forgive me, big brother.”
Reno’s erection drives mercilessly into Axel, with tremendous speed and force; Axel is screaming from the onslaught, moaning simultaneously at the pressure on his prostate, and he’s hoping, oh god, hoping that the neighbors won’t come and ring the doorbell like last month. Hands are grabbing at shoulders, nails are digging into warmed flesh, mouths are panting, wailing, groaning jumbled orders and pleads-everything happening at once as the older son plunges deep into his blood kin, over and over. The trembling machine beneath Axel’s weight gives a moan from the excess mass, shaking violently as the red-haired male rubs and arches against the surface. The metal top of the appliance is no longer cold to match the temperature of the cool laundry room. It’s hot, and is only getting hotter the longer the two brothers work one another to their limit.
Axel is making lascivious noises, keening Reno’s name, and Reno takes it all in greedily. A hand releases its hold from the washer and goes to fondle the younger’s balls, creating more than enough reason for his other half to give a broken yelp and thrash around.
The edges of Reno’s vision blurs and goes white and yellow when Axel comes, muscles tight around him, wave after wave of squeezing pleasure bringing Reno so close to his own orgasm. He’s working so hard to come, he needs to come, god-fuck-dammit! Axel is fully aware of this, and he takes his brother’s face in his hands and makes him look right at him, blue clashing with green.
And then Axel says it; he says, “I love you” in that tone, that tone of voice that always smothers Reno in sincerity, and Reno’s done, sticky and exhausted, still nestled deep in his brother-and their lips are puzzle pieces clasped together.
They clean up, Reno a little more quiet-he’s always quiet after fucking his half-and they run upstairs in search for new clothes. They are fully clothed by the time their mother and father returns home. Reno and Axel hear their wonderful guardian scream at the sight of water all over the laundry room, at the sight of dirty laundry trailing down the staircase and into the laundry room, and at the foot prints leading all the way up the stairs from the laundry room. And so Axel punches Reno into a wall, and runs down the stairs accusing his brother, his spiteful, irresponsible brother, of washing the darks with the whites.
No one else in the world could ever make them feel as complete as they do with one another, and they both know this. They can read one another like an open book. They hate each other, they encourage each other, and when it all comes down to it-they need each other. They both want it-even if it does mean getting sentenced to a life time of disgusting, time-consuming chores for the rest of their miserable, miserable lives.
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...was it obvious that i don't know how to talk dirty? oh vey...
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That was just...Pure amazing, and I'm so lost for words, and I want to be best friends with you forever *_*
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"And then Axel says it; he says, “I love you” in that tone, that tone of voice that always smothers Reno in sincerity, and Reno’s done, sticky and exhausted, still nestled deep in his brother-and their lips are puzzle pieces clasped together." = best sentence ever.
And Reno watching South Park made my day. ♥
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“You’re so willing-men would pay good money to hear you beg, y'know.”
FUCKING. YES.
And as a dirty talk enthusiast, I mean it when I say this is some GOOD. SHIT.
The ending had me holding my breath and rereading it and imagining it, and re-REREADING IT and imagining it AGAIN. Cuz it was so powerful. Do you have an FF. net account or anywhere else you write stuff? Cuz I'd seriously subscribe in a second *A*
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I don't have an active FF.net account, but you can find...i think, 5 more of my fics on this meme, all of which have some combination of ARR ;)
I think i should be a little more familiar to you now, hee. If not...I guess i'm safe in the shadows XDDD
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