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... )
“Oh,” Axel says a little helplessly, looking from bright blue eyes to Riku’s smug face and Kairi’s vaguely embarrassed but pleased one. “Oh holy--”
Sora’s looking more and more displeased by the second, jerking down his skirt as much as he can but with each inch he tugs down yet another inch of tantalizing, tanned skin is revealed to Axel’s eyes- it’s really quite the deal, he thinks deliriously.
“Shut up!” He whirls around and points a finger at the two people (his best friends, the traitors, his mind cried out indignantly) who are nearly in hysterics. That little move causes another inch to be revealed and Axel kind of makes a noise, watching Sora, Sora’s long legs in those gorgeous boots, and Sora’s ass in that skirt and- “I hate you.” His glare turns to Axel who’s not even paying attention, a kind of glazed look in his eyes. “And you too! What kind of a boyfriend lets his boyfriend lose a bet like this, when he knows it’s fixed?”
“The good kind,” Axel says, his mouth dry as he watches Sora frown, lips pursed slightly as he tries to figure out a scathing insult that properly fits the irritation he’s feeling.
The look on Axel’s face makes Riku tug at Kairi’s arm a bit, a knowing, wicked smile curling his lips. “We’d…we’d better go. Sora’ll kill us later, I’m sure.” He tugs again, ignoring the way Sora’s glaring daggers at both of them, still trying to get his outfit adjusted right in some way. “See you at the party in an hour, Sora.” There’s a startled ‘what!’ from behind them, but quickly they slide out of the homey apartment, Kairi bursting out into laughter as soon as they’re a decent amount away down the hallway. Back inside the room, there’s no laughter- Sora’s still trying to figure out a way to make both ends of fabric touch, as well as make the skirt seem longer, all while trying to ignore the way that Axel’s watching him.
“Stop that.” Sora glares again for good measure. “No, seriously. I’m not going to the Halloween party in this. I look ridiculous.”
Somewhere in the middle of the sentence, Axel makes a pleased little noise, sauntering forward and catching the lapels of the cute little nurse-shirt and jerking Sora forward. “You look hot, thanks.” It’s all he says before he ducks down and seals their lips together, all too pleased when Sora only stomps on his foot once (he was kind of expecting a knee to a more sensitive area, so a stomp was much better) before kissing back. There’s only an hour, they both know, and some of that will be taken up by Axel himself getting dressed, coupled with a shower that will probably take longer than a normal one due to two people being in there. It’s with that in mind that Axel slides one hand down Sora’s side, thumbs brushing against whatever tanned skin he can find bared and then slipping lower until he’s just at the edge of Sora’s skirt. “Think of it this way,” Axel murmurs against Sora’s lips when they’ve stopped kissing and they’re catching their breaths. “Kairi’s dressed like a school-girl and Riku’s dressed like a nun. At least you all lose in that bet, so you’re not alone.”
“I hate you,” Sora mumbles, thunking his head against Axel’s bony shoulder and shivering slightly when that hand on his thigh pushes up the skirt enough so his hand is splayed over his bare ass, groping him and dodging another stomp. “Like, a lot.”
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Distantly, Sora hears the soft pop as the lube is undone and without being told he shifts onto his knees, boot-clad legs shifting apart as he sinks down onto his elbows. They alternate a lot, both positions and who tops; it’s not that Sora doesn’t enjoy being the one to fuck Axel, it’s just that he likes it oh-so-much more when it’s Axel sinking into him. “You look so good,” Axel says, his voice a little rough as he leans over the brunet, reaching around to stroke his cock with one hand and press one lube-slick finger against Sora’s ass, stretching him out as quickly and gently as he knows how. The thought that the stains of lube and come might ruin the outfit doesn’t cross their minds- Sora’s too busy grinding back on the fingers and then pushing into Axel’s hand, and Axel’s too busy watching how utterly hot his boyfriend is when he’s like this.
When it’s three fingers in and Sora’s making those desperate little noises that mean he’s close, Axel pulls back and then wastes no time in pressing forward and in, a soft, ragged groan spilling from the brunet’s lips at the stretch and burn. They have less than an hour, Axel reminds himself, hands sliding over whatever tanned flesh he can as he slides in and out of Sora with small thrusts, angling his hips to get those sexy throaty moans he loves so much. All too soon, Sora thinks, he’s riding the edge and all it takes is one touch of Axel’s hand, curling around his cock with his thumb brushing over the swollen, damp head and he’s gone, muffling his cry into the pillow as Axel speeds up. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the apartment, Sora letting out soft noises with each withdraw and push. “N-nhh, Axel,” he breathes, pushing his hips back to meet each thrust, relieved when Axel bends over him, molding himself to Sora’s back and mouthing his name against the nape of his neck as he comes.
They’re sweaty and exhausted when it’s over, and Sora notes with vague satisfaction that the outfit is pretty well ruined unless it’s washed and the party is too soon for this to happen. They separate themselves from each other with the minimum amount of effort, both of them stripping away their clothes and then showering fairly quickly with minimum touching which is rare for them. Axel’s already in the process of getting dressed when Roxas lifts up his dirty costume, shrugging helplessly in a ‘well, what can you do?’ kind of way; the redhead goes and smashes his hopes in two little words.
“Nice try,” Axel drawled, gesturing out to the living room where yet another outfit was laying out- the 50% off tags he’d seen in the trash earlier make sense now, Sora thinks with a groan. His head connects with the wall, and behind him, Axel’s snickering openly, reminding him they only have a few minutes before the party. Revenge, Sora swears, working on putting the new outfit on, glaring daggers at his grinning boyfriend. Revenge will be sweet.
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Freudian slip?
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