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... )
There is no rhythm to their coupling. Nothing remotely tender or loving about it. They both live for the here and the now, and her mind is preoccupied with the feel of his body against her own, the feverish heat of his skin against hers. She grabs fistfuls of his hair, slick and damp with sweat, and pulls savagely, indicating when to thrust harder. She is only vaguely aware of his hand - strong and sinewy - which brushes against her, stroking lasciviously at her heated core.
In response to the casual flick of his finger, she snarls, snarls with all the bloodcurdling savagery of a wild beast, and clamps down on him from within. She is rewarded by a harsh gasp, as he bucks and twists, fingers recoiling as though stung.
The impact of their bodies against one another beats in tandem with the rush of blood in her head, and as her grip tightens on his back, she senses he is close, and she is reminded of the fact that this is a test, a competition.
Who will submit first?
In a verbal spar or a physical match, it was always down to who could land the finishing blow, who could bite back with the harshest, most biting rejoinder. But this, this is different.
She summons up a surge of electricity, sends it skipping and dancing throughout her entire body. In response, Axel stifles a moan with gritted teeth, and she kisses him again; the salty-sweet taste is stronger now, heavy on the tip of her tongue, and she bites down on his lower lip until she draws blood, and savours the sharp, metallic tang in her mouth.
You bitch, he pants, and she laughs, shrill and disjointed, as another spark of electricity jumps across their skin; the sound is high and tight, and even though she knows he is almost there, she has to make sure he submits before she does.
She feels a trickle of warmth down her thigh, feels his teeth scrape against her skin as he raises his head from her chest, as he fights fruitlessly across the torrent of sensation which ripples through him.
Damn you, he gasps, and he shudders, grits out her name - accompanied by a stream of obscenities - and then it’s over - she’s won - and she comes as well, arching her back and pressing herself against him, teeth locked on his shoulder as she stifles the incoherent noises she makes.
They peel themselves apart with undue haste, recoiling from one another’s damp, sweaty proximity with disgust; he fastens his belt and restores all his zippers to their former position, fighting against the clinging embrace of his coat as he pulls it up to hide the marks left by her teeth and nails. She rights her own attire and briskly smoothes down the folds of creased black leather with smug, vindictive glee, bending stiffly to retrieve her fallen gloves.
Don’t think you’ve won just yet, Axel sneers, still flushed from exertion; he summons a portal, presumably to head back to his chambers - they may live in the heat of the moment, and do not care about trifling issues like neatness, but even he realises that it would not do to head off to the group meeting reeking of sex, his coat slick with fluids which aren’t his own.
She brushes off an imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve.
I’ll be waiting, Larxene replies with a wink and a smile, and she’s gone, enveloping herself in the cool touch of darkness.
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