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... )
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It was eleven in the morning, and Roxas was sitting at their ragged dining table, resembling something like a stone monument on the four-legged seating. His hands were glued stiffly at his sides, unmoving, unclenching, un-nothing. The shock that coursed through his blood petrified his limbs, and had a tight hold on his throat. There were two invisible cords attached to the surface of the table stretching to the blond’s eyes, holding their fervid stare.
“Roxas, all I said was-“
“I know what you said!” Roxas hissed, eyes still very much glued to the orange and brown fibers that lined the table.
The redhead sitting across from him leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk stretching across his features-the same smile that made Roxas’ knees melt the first time he met him. Chatting idly with someone behind a store counter just never matched up to spending entire days with them.
“Sooo, what d’you think?” He asked, kicking his lengthy legs on top of the table, tilting back his seat onto its hind pegs.
Roxas finally looked up, face flushed, looking like a messy paint palette of embarrassed red, frustrated scarlet, and curious vermillion.
“Can’t we just-go somewhere small, quiet, and inconspicuous for dinner and just come back for a movie or something?” Roxas licked his lips, neck tense, “I mean-how do you even…remember that sort of date? I just-is it really such a big…deal?”
“Of course!” Axel grinned, very amused by the flustered young man before him. “C’mon, Roxas, you don’t meet up, date, move in and spend a year with someone you fell in love with in a convenience store and not have a huge anniversary day with him.”
“But-Radiant Garden is the holy-hell-most-expensive restaurant in Twilight Town! How the hell are we expected to pay for a glass of water there if we can’t even properly pay the hydro bills at home?”
Hands intertwined behind the taller male’s mane of red hair, an all-knowing smile still gracing his countenance, “been saving up for a while. This is why I have a job, Rox. Nothing’s too good for the love of my life, you know.”
At that, Roxas ducked his head again, feeling his face burn up behind his yellow bangs as he muttered, “don’t be such a chick, Axel.”
There was a light scraping of chair legs against the linoleum tiles, and seconds later, Roxas found his attention stuck on the man’s knees and thighs. He looked up, watching Axel maintain that goddamn charming smile as he sat atop the table right in front of him.
“The reason I told you about it is-well, because I don’t want to get my ass kicked in when we actually get there. I know you hate surprises,” Axel hummed, leaning forward, elbows resting on the bend of his legs, “and because we need to go suit hunting-for you, anyway.” Roxas opened his mouth to say something, but Axel cut him off with a wink. “Yes, a suit, Roxas, and I’m not talking about throwing a black blazer over a white T-shirt in your cargo pants. Can’t get dinner tomorrow night without looking like a million bucks.”
“That’s probably what a lobster dinner there would cost too,” Roxas mumbled, fingers toying with the hem of his boyfriend’s jeans.
Axel gave a small chuckle, shuffling closer to the table’s edge as he took the blond’s face in his hands. A pair of warm lips pressed gently, tenderly on the college student’s own. Roxas had to hold his breath to keep down the tiny whimper that wanted to escape. These small, potent kisses always made his lungs swell and caused butterflies to explode in his belly.
“You’ll like it, Roxas,” Axel cooed, stroking strands of gold out of the way of sapphire eyes, “it’ll be fun, you’ll see.”
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Long fingers, slightly calloused yet gentle in their touch, rubbed the nape of Roxas’s neck, “hey, I love you, and you love me. Screw the rest of the world. If they want to look, let them look, because they clearly don’t have what you and I share, okay?”
Still burning from the thought of going to Radiant Garden tomorrow, as well as Axel’s triple time admittance of his undying love for the timid student today, Roxas gave a small, childish nod and buried his blazing face into Axel’s stomach, lithe arms coming up to wrap around the thin form.
Axel gave a sigh when his blond lover grumbled against the flesh of his belly, something along the lines of “I hate wearing suits”. He decided that now, since he still had all his limbs in tact, dragging Roxas to a men’s store and picking up a new dress shirt for him would be the most ideal plan.
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The young blond was shuffling around nervously in the car. The expensive threads that sheathed him felt alien to his skin, felt as if they were tightening, constricting, cutting off his circulation. The subtle cologne that Axel had bought him for god-knows-how-much per ounce, that smelled sweet, appropriate, perfect when he dabbed some on, filled his nostrils and made him dizzy the moment he got into the car. He kept his eyes focused on blurring images outside the window. His left hand twisted and scrunched the band of the seatbelt in his palm while his other hand, draped over the cup holder, was clasped undeniably tight around his boyfriend’s.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. It was their anniversary-what kind of boyfriend gets completely nervous over a one-year anniversary? Even with the long walk alone along Sunset Hill before taking off in Axel’s car didn’t calm him down.
With his eyes locked on with the traffic light, which was glowing a vicious red similar to the blush that threatened to overtake the attempts at composure on his face, Roxas missed the concerned frown from his partner in the driver’s seat.
It was bright-really bright. There were lamps shaped like blue bells and pink amaryllis decorating the awning and entrance leading into Radiant Garden. Roxas had thought that the warmth resonating from the décor would calm him down, thought that the soft beckoning of the golden title weaved into the maroon awning would make it easier for him to go through with such a public dinner. Getting his legs out of the vehicle was hard enough-and having the valet, donned in a black and white suit with a well oiled coif of hair, raise a brow at his jerky movements wasn’t helping.
“Thanks, my good man. Be good with my chariot!” Axel smirked when the valet’s face twitched at the sight of the used car. The man clearly hasn’t parked a car with hand-cranked windows in a long time. Roxas kept his head down, staring at his black shoes as he stepped onto the curb.
“Will do, sir,” the valet muttered, looking like he was just given a jigsaw puzzle on wheels.
The blond was fiddling with his blazer when his hand was taken in by Axel’s. He held back, eyes swiveling nervously as the clicks and chatter from the wealthy patrons heading into Radiant Garden flew by him. He saw the ladies’ strappy, glittering shoes, the well polished ink colored shoes worn by their male counterparts. His eyes shifted to his own and Axel’s, which were noticeably not polished and stood beside one another with no feminine high heels between them.
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Roxas furrowed his brow, upper row of teeth coming down to bite on his bottom lip, “nothing, I’m okay. I’m-okay. Yeah. Just-just wondering if I look the part, you know.” He let out a laugh that came out as a nervous stutter. He was terrible at lying. He won’t ever understand why he keeps doing it.
“Roxas,” Axel began, “are you really okay?”
“Axel…” Roxas bit his lip.
There was a small beat of silence, and Axel stepped closer, tilting his lover’s soft chin. He let out a sigh and gave a smile. The redhead smelled of fresh peppermint.
“Roxas, if you’re really uncomfortable with this-we can leave. I don’t want to force you into doing something. We don’t have to eat here,” Axel explained slowly, softly, carrying no air of impatience at all, “we could go grab ourselves a couple burgers, go rent an old action movie and head home. It’s fine with me.”
“But-the reservations-“
Axel laughed, pulling the small frame into a tight embrace. Roxas felt his warm breath caress his messy yellow spikes. “It’s only a reservation. I mean, we could always splurge what I’ve saved for new clothes, or sea salt ice cream or something.” The redhead looked down at his companion, planting a small kiss on his forehead. “Do you want to do that, Roxas?”
The boy with deep blue eyes felt his heart burst. How could someone be so patient with him? He was so selfish, so cold, and so stubborn, and yet, there was Axel, staying by him for a year, looking just as enthusiastic, as energetic and as goddamn romantic as the first time they went out. Axel let Roxas have his space when the younger demanded it. Axel slept on the couch without argument when he figured Roxas was angry at the world. Axel bought Roxas sea-salt ice cream at three in the morning when Roxas got the indescribable urge to have a midnight snack. Axel pulled together munny to help pay for Roxas’ tuition when his school denied him a loan. And Axel, that stupid, selfless son of a bitch, had been saving up whatever munny from his shit job as a convenience store clerk to pay the bills, pay the rent, pay for food, and now, to treat him out to a dinner fit for a king at the most expensive restaurant in the city, because he loved him so much.
Holy god, did he love him.
He shook his head, and fisted his hands into Axel’s white dress shirt and attempted to steady his voice as he replied, “-no. We’re staying. We’re staying, we’re eating, and you’re gonna buy me the best goddamn filet mignon in the world.”
He felt the pair of lips smile into his hair, and Axel swooped down and kissed him, hands soothing against his back.
Roxas’ fingers remained curled in the light fabric of the man’s button-up. He sighed, and pressed back into the kiss, tentatively at first from the thought of allowing other patrons to see their embrace. When Axel pulled back to stare deep into his blue eyes, Roxas believed that maybe..this won’t be so hard.
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It was an experience like none other. The chandeliers, the colorful glass flowers and vines that bloomed over the mahogany walls, the candles at the dinner table, the plush seats under the fabric of pristine table clothes-even the washrooms were sights to behold, according to Roxas. All of the enchanted decorations and the hand wrapped around his had pushed aside his anxiety of their public affection. Even as the tables around them stared as they laughed over the most atrocious of things, as they played with their mousse dessert, as they shared a lingering kiss-Roxas paid them no mind. The clothes against his skin felt loose and comfortable, and the aroma of his cologne seemed to entice him into the romantic mood a whole lot more than he thought possible.
As Roxas continued to talk about the size of the washrooms, the shine of the silverware, and the tenderness of the filet mignon he ate, Axel could only smile, almost goofily, in the driver’s seat. Their hands were once again intertwined above the cup holder, only this time, Roxas’s nimble fingers were moving and stroking the digits threaded with his.
The walk up back to their apartment was quiet, but their tight hold on one another was speaking thousands of words.
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“What’s…that smell?” The boy’s nose twitched as he tried to place a name on the aroma. His arms reached out in attempt to find the light switch, but a hand from behind stopped his movements.
Axel didn’t say anything, but Roxas could already feel the smile gracing his features even without turning to look at his lover. He couldn’t help the upward pull of his own lips. The petit blond toed off his dress shoes, and slowly stalked towards the source of the sweet smell. It was definitely sweet and-a little earthy, he realized.
Axel took his hand, but remained close behind him as Roxas quietly led the both of them towards their bedroom.
The blond stopped short when he noticed a soft, red glow emanating from the door left ajar. The fingers around his hand squeezed, and Roxas reached forward, his free hand against the cool wood of the door, and he pushed.
There, scattered all across the bedroom, were roses. Petals of ruby blanketed the floor; on the walls, the long stemmed beauties were tied with ribbon and taped to the surface; there were rose heads in full bloom placed in small piles on the surfaces of the dressers, tables, chairs, pillows, and bed; on the window, the flowers were strung up with ribbon, hanging from the window bar, creating a strange, but alluring red curtain that glowed in the moonlight. There were thick candles of various pastels sitting in bowls in the pool of petals. Roxas didn’t realize he had held his breath until the sweet scent of the candles sparked his mind.
“Axel-oh my god, Axel you-you did all this…” His voice was small, caught at the base of his throat. The student shuffled deeper into the room, feeling the soft petals curl and wisp against his feet. He reached out with tapered fingers, the pads of his fingers soothing against the blossoms that lined the desk, the dressers, and the walls. His teeth nibbled on the corner of his lip when he approached the frame containing a picture of himself and his red-headed companion, atop the Twilight Town train station where they had shared their first kiss. The photograph sat in a bed of rich red, bringing out the light in their smiles. He inhaled, and his voice came out as a whisper.
“When-how-?”
Axel planted a soft kiss against the young blond’s temple, chuckling as he answered, “I got it all set up during your walk on Sunset Hill.”
He then took his lover’s shoulders and turned him around. Without hesitation, he leaned in, kissing Roxas passionately. His lips told truths and tales of his love and devotion, the amore enveloping his blue-eyed companion in the most incredible of ways. Roxas let out a small moan, hands coming up to scrape gently into the chest of Axel’s dress shirt. His fingers found hold in the man’s tie, and they tangled and tugged down on the cravat, holding the man as if he’d disappear if he ever let go.
“Three hundred sixty-five roses,” Axel murmured, the skin of his mouth teasing Roxas’s own, “one for every day I’ve spent with you.”
“All this-how did you do-all of this?” Roxas buried his face into Axel’s neck, surprised by the rhythmic hitches in his breaths.
“It’s easy when I’m in love with you, Roxas.”
The younger of the two let out a sob, and burrowed deeper into Axel’s embrace.
“Oh my god, Axel,” his voice broke, squeaking and interrupted by embarrassing huffs and mewl, “Axel, Axel!”
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“I love you, Roxas,” Axel breathed, “so much, so much.”
“I…I love y-you, Ax-Axel.” Roxas finally managed, face breaking out in a smile. “Even if you…can b-be a re-real chick sometimes.”
Axel laughed quietly, nose nudging against the younger’s. “Says the manly man who’s crying.”
The taller male leaned in again, claiming the boy’s lips. His hands, so expressive and warm, touched Roxas’s body through the thin material of his clothes. Roxas in turn took several steps back, tugged him and coaxed the red-haired man forwards. Roxas moved with him, his hiccups dying down, shucking out of his jacket as the backs of his knees made contact with the bed. Axel let him down slowly, not once stopping the heated kiss the two were engaged in. The blond edged onto the mattress, red fluttering as he pulled his companion right along with him, almost afraid of letting even a sliver of space slip in between them.
There were soft moans when buttons were undone, and shirts came off. Axel’s hot mouth traveled from his lover’s lips to the soft flesh of his neck, brushing and sucking in a slow, sensual rhythm.
“Axel…” Roxas arched to the caress of fingers on his bare chest, his own arms coming up to twine around the man’s neck. His head lolled, the petals and rose heads haloing his face brushed and tickled his colored cheeks. The subtle scent of the flowers mixed with their cologne relaxed him, warmed his flesh and blood, made Axel’s finger tips feel like satin across his bare torso.
“You smell so good,” Axel commented, the skin of his lips moving down to the collar bones jutting from the smooth canvas of Roxas’s body.
“Seeing as…how you bought the cologne for so much, I sure hope it smells good,” Roxas let a bubbled laughter escape his throat, hitching with the last of his sobs, a long sigh following as his lover’s mouth peppered soft kisses across his chest. Axel’s mouth paused at the boy’s shoulders, a tongue coming out to sweep across the porcelain surface.
“You smell good regardless of cologne,” Axel murmured, enjoying the arch in his lover’s spine when his hands were drawn to the perked nipples. He heard a whimper, and his mouth made its way back onto Roxas’s, tongue sliding and gaining entry. The kiss started off soft, patient, but as soon as Roxas wrapped his legs around his waist, Axel’s breathing became noticeably deeper, shortened, saying everything he wanted to do without words. As one hand came up to cup the student’s jaw, the other stroked its way down between them, rubbing and kneading.
“Ax-Axel,” Roxas breathed, chest heaving and lips left red and swollen from the kisses. His hips twitched, jerking into his boyfriend’s hand as his shoulders moved and dug into the flower petals beneath them. He let out a loud gasp when Axel’s open mouth latched onto his throat and a hand dipped beneath his black pants. He was shuddering, trembling, and his thoughts became foggy when the hand around him squeezed. “Oh-please…!”
Red tresses tickled down the boy’s sides, mouth wandering, latching onto hard nubs, sucking, licking, doing everything for the one purpose of making Roxas feel beyond amazing. He cuddled into the softness of Roxas’ full belly, taking in his vanilla scent, reminiscent of sea-salt ice cream. All the while, long fingers tugged and stroked, tugged and stroked, until the younger of the two was a whimpering, writhing form beneath him. A tongue snaked out and dipped into the hollows of Roxas’s thin hips, eliciting a choked moan from the unoccupied mouth above him.
The black slacks came off, leaving his blond companion bare and shuddering from the arousal that was coursing through his petit frame.
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Axel shed himself of the last of his clothing, coming back up to hug the tiny frame beneath him, hot skin on skin, their bodies and spirit simultaneously exposed. Roxas sobbed into his neck when the redhead thrust against his hips, physical actions morphing into extraordinary emotions. Axel caressed the younger’s neck and reddened visage with a scarlet bloom in his hand, making Roxas moan from the pressure against his hips and from the silken texture of rose petals against his skin.
“I love you,” Roxas heard Axel say, green eyes locked with azure, “I love you so much, Roxas.” Through the hoarseness of his voice, constricted with the control he had over the physical intentions for the moment, Roxas could not deny the serenity that poured through his words. He was taken aback with the feel of tears trickling from the corners of his eyes. The drops rolled down his cheeks as he smiled, and whispered with his failing voice, “I love you too, Axel.”
The next few moments blurred in and out from reality, Roxas lost in pleasure, eyes glossy and dark, skin flushed, heated, sliding slickly against Axel’s body. When the man struck deep within him, a desperate cry tore through the silence of their apartment. He quivered beneath him, body strung tight with the need to release.
“Roxas,” Axel moaned, breathing heavily against his partner’s shoulder, keening as he moved with the tender body beneath him. His mouth sought out his lover’s and kissed deeply, greedily, even. His eyes took in the image of the face they’ve grown to see for the last year, grown to understand and interpret the expressions of happiness, sadness, anger, fear, and desire for the last three hundred sixty-five days. He looked beautiful, radiant, even more handsome, if possible, than the first time his emerald eyes took in the sight of him in the line up, waiting to purchase a box of ice cream at the store where the tall redhead worked.
Their movements were slow, enraptured, leaving both men panting and pleading for more. Roxas responded in kind, bucking into the rhythmic movements, mouth moving with the repeat of three little words. Hands pressed and kneaded themselves into the bunching muscle beneath the shield of skin, searching for a hold as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed against the jetty of their passion.
“Ah-Axel!”
Roxas curled off the mattress, entire body twitching from the spell of his release. Nails scraped against skin, leaving trails down the back of Axel’s thin body. The man with green eyes gasped, hissed, and gave a groan of Roxas’s name when he came into the supple body held between his arms.
The two figures lay against one another, curled close in the lingering warmth. Axel moved, and shifted Roxas beneath the covers. Red petals rolled and floated off the moving comforter as Axel pulled the blanket over their perspiring bodies. Roxas scooted in close, arms curling around his other’s chest as he murmured the remnants of their sensual high into the man’s bare chest. The tattooed male returned the affection, holding him close against his body as both declared their love for the other one last time before drifting off to sleep, coaxed by the scent of roses and the remains of their cologne.
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They felt like the perfect lovers in a flawed, scabrous, cloudy world, battling with emotions, with demands, with criticism, and with secrets for every three hundred sixty-five days of a year.
And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Hurray! Hope you enjoyed it x) Um, mind the mistakes because what I write goes un-beta'd >_< I'm not really used to writing such--tender romance, so I hope I didn't mess it up completely >_>
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thank thank THAAANK YOOOU! it was PERFECT this is exactly what I wanted ='D
anon!writer can has my sould AND the internets ='D
THANK YOOOU~~~<3
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