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... )
”I’m not you,” comes his answer, from a very strange place behind him, and then suddenly his legs are being forced up, so he’s kneeling, bent double, the anti-form tightening its hold around his back, thighs, head forced down.
He can’t move at all, and his back is starting to ache, when he feels XIII press a cold kiss to his spine, sending more strange shivers straight to his core.
Then there’s something pressing against-oh holy fuck, what-and Roxas makes an outraged sound, muffled by the dark sinuous thing suddenly swelling in his mouth, vision blurring over with hot angry tears as it probes that tight ring of muscle.
”You want this, I know you do. I might not be you, but we share a heart now. I feel everything you feel.”
A second hand, oily with what must be the darkness rolling out of the anti-form, is creeping under his spread thighs, caressing him lightly, testing. What Roxas feels is confused. His body starts to react of its own accord, fingers flexing against the glass. The strange raw feeling that XIII’s touches induce are magnified a thousand times, and the involuntary noise that escapes him is far from angry, or pained.
It’s then, as one hand starts to move up and down his shaft, that a finger of the other pushes past the ring of muscle and into tight heat. Someone moans, and he’s sure it wasn’t the anti-form, but it was probably himself.
Himself…
XIII pushes another finger in, and then another. It’s uncomfortable and weird, but-yes, there-the anti-form loosening its hold a little, pushing him onto elbows and knees, the thing in his mouth starts thrusting past his lips, slowly, the anti-form holding his head in place. The hand on his cock pumping harder, better access.
Touching him in all the best places, knowing his body like… like…
It’s too much; Roxas’ hips snap back and forth, and then he’s fucking himself on XIII’s fingers, hitting that spot over and over, the other boy completely still, just listening to the strangled sounds coming from his throat.
Too much, too much, and he comes, feeling it rip through the whole space, blinding.
Suddenly, he’s on his back again, and the thing in his mouth draws out, more saliva rolling down his chin, the taste of ink suddenly even worse. He gags, jaw aching, skin still shivering like it’s been ripped back and his nerves are all exposed.
XIII’s fingers draw out, too, and he feels empty, sick. He hears zippers coming undone, squeezes his eyes shut.
And.
”He died,” is the harsh grunt.
XIII is kneeling between Roxas’ legs, leather peeled back to reveal an identical pale body. His white fingers are working on himself, his blue eyes glassy, fixed on Roxas’ flushed face.
”I wasn’t there. Because of you.”
He comes all over his own hands, over Roxas, but Roxas doesn’t mind.
XIII crawls over him, flopping down painfully on one arm, wrenching his shoulder a little. The anti-form slides down the other side, hands grasping and feathering erratically over Roxas’ stomach, ribs.
Sweat sticking his skin to the glass, Roxas thinks he can hear an ocean lapping against the pillar, far below them, imagines its sparkling pink with the residual glow of a princess’ heart.
It soothes him, and he feels himself slipping back into a dreamless void.
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If this is suckage, I am screwed.
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