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 glass Riku had been holding fell to the floor, shattering and spilling the alcohol all over-Riku himself twisted, trying to catch the man, but he was too slow; the other man had ducked around him and before he could recover a strong hand was gripping him by the chin, pulling him into a hard kiss.
That was one thing he hadn’t been prepared for-Riku instinctively pushed back, breaking the connection between the two of them and finally getting a better look at the man who had led him here. He was only lit from the back, silhouetted in the outline of the door, and the lights from outside could only do so much. But Riku could see the outlines of a thin, wiry body and impossibly spiky, bright red hair-he could see the man’s sharp jawline, his relaxed stance, and the cocky expression on his face that said he didn’t plan on being turned down.
Which was a shame, as Riku didn’t plan on giving in to him.
The man just laughed, a wide grin crossing his face. “You should see the blush on your face!”
He was not blushing! Riku felt his hackles rising; this man was really pushing him the wrong way.
“I mean, come on. What was it, your first kiss?”
Pushing…
“I know what it is. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” The man was positively smirking now, resting his hands on his hips. “That’s why you’re too afraid to hook up with anybody-scared the big bad wolf’s gonna get you.”
That did it. Riku knew he was being goaded, but still-he strode forward, crossing the distance between the two of them in two steps and pulling the redhead down to him, crushing their lips together again. He felt the man grinning against him and knew that was what he had planned, damn him to hell, but he’d made his choice and he wasn’t going to back down now.
Two could play at that game, after all.
Riku reached up and wrapped one arm around the man’s neck, pressing his hips to the man’s own as he trailed his other hand over his chest. The redhead probed at Riku’s lips with his tongue, and Riku drew back slightly, fixing the man with a knowing look before going back to their game, this time allowing the other to deepen their kiss. He felt the man’s hands at his hips, his left going down to cup Riku’s ass-Riku reached down, cupping his hand over the redhead’s crotch and gripping, this time silently challenging the man as he broke their kiss. He smirked at him, taking a step back and folding his arms.
“Heh.”
He hadn’t tightened his grip enough to do anything but get his point across, but still the man reacted: he narrowed his eyes slightly, then relaxed again, secure in his power over the younger male. He pressed forward, driving Riku backwards-Riku met his eyes step for step, never once letting his uncertainty show through. He expected that the man planned to pin him to the wall, but he didn’t plan on giving him that chance-just before he would have hit the wall, he twisted hard, pulling the man around with him and pushing. He’d been mistaken slightly (it was a bit farther to the wall than he’d thought), but he compensated and drove the other backwards, forcing him into the wall with a dull thud.
But this didn’t even seem to faze the older man; he snapped back into his usual cockiness, grinned down at his new toy. “Seems we’re a little bit feisty tonight, huh?”
Riku scowled-he was through. He leaned back, with full intentions of turning tail and walking out-
“Rule number four: if you’re gonna go for the lay, you’d better not half-ass it.”
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“And when you’re not with me then?”
He leaned in closer, so that his mouth was right beside Riku’s ear. “How about I just show you instead?” And then he was kissing Riku again, though he quickly moved away, tracing the younger boy’s jawline with a combination of quick kisses and sharp nips. Riku tried to wriggle away, afraid of what might happen if he let himself enjoy the sensations. But the other man’s viselike grips on his wrists meant that he couldn’t squirm away, and instead he gasped when sharp canines bit down on his earlobe. “Not quite yet,” his tormentor whispered, and Riku shuddered from the breath in his ear, ducking his head to try and escape. He laughed, going back and tugging at the boy’s earlobe with his teeth, then tracing his tongue up the curve of his ear.
Riku was trying to figure out how he could flip the situation around again, though it was very difficult to keep his thoughts straight. He’d been outsmarted once, but the man had given him a very valuable piece of information. He just needed to find some way of ensuring that he couldn’t follow…
The man chuckled against his collarbones and Riku hissed slightly, coming back to himself. He’d been unconsciously allowing his head to lilt to one side, giving this unknown man better access to his neck. He had to break free; this was quickly going places he wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with. But meeting the red-haired man’s eyes, he could see that the other knew what he was thinking. The grin on his face widened, and he tugged at Riku’s wrists, pulling them up over his head. Not a chance… Riku took advantage of this, sliding down the wall to get some leverage to push away from it, but it seemed as though that had been expected, as well: the man laid onto him, making their positions even more uncomfortable than they had been moments ago. Riku cursed silently, unwilling to give the other man the satisfaction of his momentary victory, instead trying to pull his wrists from the man’s grasp.
This time, the redhead fought back, trying to pull him up and back into the wall. A small scuffle broke out, but was very quickly and decisively ended when a loud click5 sounded out over both of them.
“Hey-!”
The man stepped back with a grin. “Looks like this round is mine.”
Riku couldn’t stop himself from cursing aloud this time, tugging fruitlessly on the small manacle that had been clamped around his wrist. The chain only allowed him to bring his arm down to eye-level-not nearly long enough to let him maneuver about. “Go to hell,” he spat.
“I don’t think you’d like that very much. Hell’s not the party everyone says it is. This is much better.” The man sauntered forward again, catching Riku’s other wrist as he aimed a punch, using his own momentum against him as he twisted and pushed Riku face-first into the wall. The younger male let out a growl of annoyance, trying to twist to glare at the other man over his shoulder. The bastard just leered, leaning in to steal a quick kiss-one that was ended possibly sooner than anticipated when Riku bit him hard.
His triumph, however, was short lived: the man pulled back and then fixed his attentions on the join of Riku’s neck and shoulders, biting down with just as much force as Riku had. Riku bit his tongue to keep from hissing aloud, instead focusing on trying to free his unchained hand from the older man’s grip. His focus was split, though-he had his tormentor working his way across the top of his shoulders, and he’d just found that one place with his tongue that made Riku’s breath hitch and his body shudder and his other hand was whispering across his middle, stroking up and down his sides until it found the hem of his shirt, and even through all of that he had to figure out a way to get free and-
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Riku twisted under the elder man’s tongue, trying to get away from the attention to his sensitive collarbones. There was a heat beginning to build in his cheeks, and he couldn’t get away, and the other man’s hand had made it up under his shirt and had begun playing with one of his nipples, tweaking it and rolling it underneath his fingers. It-it felt good, damn it all, and he hated himself for reacting to something like this. He didn’t want the cocky man to win this battle, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good and oh there and…
And then Riku couldn’t even begin thinking about how he was going to make the other man stop, because there were teeth on his collarbone and a hand in his pants.
To his utter shame, Riku couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped him-for an instant it felt as though he had been burnt by the contact. The man drew his hand back for a moment, smirking up at him, then went back to what he’d been doing. “Still determined to fight me on this?”
Riku scowled, unwilling to answer-on the one hand, he still had too much pride to allow himself to ask for the attention, or to even admit how he was responding to it. But on the other… well, hand… the one the other man had in his pants was beginning to move, and it was starting to get a little bit uncomfortable down below. This time he knew he was blushing, blushing and scowling, and the other man positively cackled as he withdrew his hand. “I guess that’s a no,” he decided, shaking his head and pulling back. “Well, I know when I’m not wanted-”
“You leave me right now and I swear I will find you and ride you into the ground,” hissed Riku emphatically, decision made.
The man turned back to him, waggling both eyebrows. “Well, then. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Riku was almost unprepared for the intensity with which his tormentor set upon him, releasing the wrist he’d still been holding tightly captive. He barely had time to twist back around before the redhead had recaptured his mouth, testing out the new freedom he’d been given and seeing how far he could go. Riku fought back with an equal force, determined to test the other man just as much, grabbing the other man by the collar to pull him in. But the man didn’t stay there for long-soon, too soon, he was pulling away and moving on, and thanks to the chain on his wrist Riku could only do so much.
The other man pushed him back against the wall, leaning him against it as he unzipped Riku’s shirt slowly, agonizingly slowly, tracing over the trail of pale skin it revealed with the barest touch of a nail. Riku shivered against the touch, but reached out for the other man’s waist-finding the hem of the man’s black shirt, he pulled, disrupting the other man from his methodical teasing. He smirked as the other jerked in surprise. “Strip.”
The red-haired man lifted an eyebrow sardonically, but surprisingly enough didn’t argue the command. He let go of Riku’s shirt, instead pulling his own off in one fluid movement, revealing a scrawny twig of a waist that made Riku snort derisively. “You got a problem?” he asked, lifting his chin as though to challenge the younger man.
“Yeah. Go eat a sandwich.”
He snorted, an echo of Riku’s own. “Your turn, now,” he said, ignoring the comment. “If I’m half-naked in here, you’re gonna be, too.” He took hold of the zipper again, this time pulling it with no hesitation whatsoever, sliding the shirt down over his shoulders. It caught at his elbows, the material unable to give enough to come off entirely unless-
“You’ve got to undo this.” Riku tugged at the chain around his wrist again for emphasis.
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He was trying to be patient-he really was. But the red-haired man had already tempted him once, and a certain part of his anatomy was beginning to feel very left out. Riku couldn’t help but moan as a hand came dangerously close to touch, brushing just over the fabric of his pants and then going back to his waist. The man seemed to be getting a kick out of torturing him like this, gently blowing on the invisible designs he’d traced with his tongue, causing goosebumps to raise on Riku’s chest and a chill to go down his spine. “If you want something,” he singsonged-Riku growled an incomprehensible response.
“What was that?”
“Fucking do it already!”
“Impatient, impatient!” The redhead sniggered, removing his hands from Riku’s waist altogether as he kissed-and sometimes bit-his way down the rest of Riku’s torso, pausing once he reached the younger man’s navel.
“What is it?”
“You’d better not have any lint in here, dude.” The redhead put his mouth over the boy’s belly button, breathing warm air over it and then tonguing it, curling his tongue ever-so-slightly as he reached the sensitive spot.
Riku was beginning to expect these sorts of things-the other man would always do something to make him gasp just as he was attempting to respond. This time he’d actually gotten a couple words out (“What the hell kind of-oh, gods!-”), but right as the man thrust his tongue into his belly button he’d also pushed his shoulder right into Riku’s crotch, rubbing against the bulge there. Riku shuddered, trying again to disentangle his arms from his sleeves, but again to no avail. He turned his face to the ceiling, the breath falling out of him in a quiet hiss, his heartbeat jumping with the other man’s movements. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he’d followed the other man into the room, but t-this-it hadn’t been a part of it.
Acutely he became aware of a new sensation, something intrinsically different from the tongue in his belly button. It was… fingers, fingers toying with the fly of his pants, playing over his crotch and unbuttoning his pants. Riku sighed with relief as his pants were finally pulled down, followed quickly by his boxers, until he was bare and his pants were down by his knees. It was at this point that the older man finally stopped, pulling away from Riku and looking at the boy’s dick. He glanced back to Riku with a devious smile. “I know what you want.”
Riku said nothing-the tone in the other man’s voice signified he wasn’t done yet.
“And I’m not going to give it to you.”
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The man was still in control, though, and he led Riku on, using his hands to guide him until he’d turned around again, facing toward the wall. It was at this point that his second hand rejoined the first, massaging the younger man’s balls as the first hand stroked Riku along.
Riku wasn’t sure where he was, but it was somewhere on that road to ecstasy. Gone were the doubts he’d had about following the man, gone were any reservations about being done off by another man. All he knew was that there was a familiar, deep burning in his groin, and it was that incredible fucking friction that was driving him over the edge, the feel of flesh and flesh, the careful attention to every part of him that the other man was giving, abandoning his balls to trace the curve of his ass, humming into their kiss, something cool gliding over his dick and dear gods where had he gotten the lube from? Riku moaned as the red-haired man coated his member in lubricant, driving his hips forward to encourage the man to go quicker. He complied, speeding up in its ministrations and he was thatclose to going over the edge and-and-and there was a finger pressing at his ass, cool with lube and gentle enough, but still Riku hissed as he felt it trying to intrude. But before he could refuse any more, the man tightened his grip on Riku’s dick and twisted just the tiniest bit and he gasped; the finger slid in.
Now he was being stroked on the inside and out; the first time the man’s finger touched his prostate Riku almost lost it entirely. He cried out in surprise. “F-fuck!” That was one place he and Kairi had never known about!
The redhead paused at that, drawing away slightly and smirking wildly at the younger boy. “Is that a request, or a plea to your gods?”
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“Hey!”
The man paused, turning back to smirk at Riku. “What now?”
“What’s your name? And,” Riku added quickly, raising the still-chained arm, “aren’t you going to release me?”
He could see the man’s smirk broaden-he hadn’t thought it possible-as he strode back over. “What did I tell you earlier?” he asked, resting a hand on his hip, gesturing grandly with the other one. “If you want to leave, you’d better make sure the one you came in with is either walking in with you, or so thoroughly fucked he can’t walk out. I’d say this-” Another gesture, this time at the predicament Riku had managed to get himself into, “-counts. Have fun, kid.”
Riku protested as the redhead sauntered across the room, but to no avail. The man paused at the door, glanced back for a moment… “And the name’s Axel. Commit it to memory-we’ll be doing this again.”
And then he was gone.
Riku stared at the empty door for a long minute, then shook his head, toeing the floor with one foot. He’d seen something fall from Axel, glinting in the half-light, key or lighter or billfold, and if the other man came back, there was most definitely going to be a round two.
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Wahhh and I dont even really like that pairing but this aaaah
*salutes*
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Oh.
My.
GOD.
I never expected a second fill but OH. MY. GOD. YES, PLEASE!
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