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... )
"Recognise this?" he asks.
Roxas’ eyes widen; his breath comes harder, trapped and choking in his chest. "No," he says. "No you can't, you can't."
Setzer just smiles wider, pouring lube over the top of the bat in clear rivulets, dropping the bottle somewhere and smoothing the fluid over it with practiced strokes until it shines in the dim light from outside. Roxas' legs ache, muscles screaming from where he tries to fight the ropes and bring them closer together. The ropes dig into his ankles and burn, bones hurting as he pushes them further into a shape they're not meant to be in.
"Calm down," Setzer says, hand smoothing over Roxas' thigh in gentle pressure; Roxas ignores it. He can already feel the hard end of the struggle bat pressing up against him, nudging at his entrance. It's too big; it won't fit. He'll split and bleed and it'll hurt.
The struggle bat twists, pushing in further, burning against sensitive flesh as Setzer forces it in slightly. Roxas tenses his body down against it, clenching as it tries to push in, teeth gritted, snarling at the man above him.
But then Setzer's hand wraps around his neglected, half wilted cock, tugging smoothly, and Roxas' body unwinds abruptly, arching, and the bat pushes in, forcing him wide open.
His mouth falls open, eyes closing as it stretches his body, nerves skittering at the impossible fullness, gasping as Setzer twists it further, further in. His muscles clench in spasms, sending electric fire across his skin. He moans, head arching back, cock throbbing, fully hard and dripping fluid, slipping and catching as he thrusts up into the loose hold of Setzer's hand. Setzer slides the bat out slightly, before pushing it back in, hard, forcing a harsh groan out of Roxas' throat.
And then, he steps back into the shadows, leaving Roxas alone, panting and squirming.
"What," he starts, but it catches in his throat as his hips flex again, shifting the bat lodged inside him, pressing against over-sensitised flesh and that spot of white-hot pleasure. He thrusts up into the air again, cock straining and jerking as he pushes back against the thick hardness shoved up his arse. His hips roll uncontrolled, fucking himself back on the bat as much as he can, body writhing and squirming as his muscles clench down around it and tight pleasure starts to lace itself through his skin, digging in closer and sharper with each useless thrust of his cock up into the empty air.
He can't see Setzer, can't hear him over the thick sounds of his own pleasure, but he can feel him there, still in the room, watching as he moans and gasps and wants.
His skin feels too tight, sweat dripping wet as he writhes. The air prickles chilled across his body, and he arches his back against the ropes, fingers digging into the headboard for some sort of purchase, changing the angle of the bat inside him and hips pushing back back back. He comes, hard and sudden, cock jerking, shooting long, thick pulses of spunk across his chest and belly, again and again as his muscles tighten down on the bat lodged inside him. His vision flares out to incandescent white around the edges, muscles aching and loose as he collapses back on to the bed, languid and worn.
He doesn't even stir as Setzer returns, undoing the ropes tied around his limbs. He makes small noises in the back of his throat as Setzer gently works the struggle bat free of his body, but otherwise just watches with half-lidded eyes.
And then Setzer disappears, the window swinging open, cool night air pouring in and around Roxas' overheated skin. He leans up on his elbows to check, but Setzer really is gone, curtains drifting out lazily as a breeze gently curls in.
"Over dramatic dick," Roxas mutters, before slumping back and giving up and letting sleep take him.
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And yes, that was what made it so wrong funnyyyyy.
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