Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such ( Read more... )
Dan pressed his own tongue to the opening and Rorschach's voice trailed into a whine. His grip tightened painfully. Dan pulled him close too, licking and sucking at his tongue. A muffled sound of need was trapped somewhere in Rorchach's throat and it came out in another gasp as something finally slid free into Dan's mouth. Dan moaned around it and slid back reluctantly to look. It felt veiny and fibrous against his tongue and when he got to where he could see it, he could see that it was made up of dozens of smaller strands all twined together into something that was about the right shape and size to be a human member.
He could feel the throb coming from it and could see faint lights like the phantom freckles pulse down each strand to the tip which was glowing that same reddish color. He couldn't see Rorschach's eyes under the mask, but with his neck arched back and his mouth agape it was easy to imagine them closed.
Dan licked over the glowing tip and felt an electric tingle against his own tongue. He purred and Rorschach moaned and all the strands suddenly separated from the whole like an anemone. They each had their own bright tip and every one went slithering through Dan's mouth. They engulfed his tongue, wrapped around it, and he could feel a pinpoint of heat and energy where each tiny head touched him. He was trying to kiss back, but there was a surge of them into his mouth to his throat and he choked. They withdrew enough for him to gasp and then plunged in again. Another ebb and a quick gulp of air and this time he was ready to suck them in as far as they would reach. His head slumped the wall and he was dimly aware that Rorschach had somehow backed him against it.
His hands were pinned to the wall too, on either side of his head. Rorschach had pressed his own flat to them and was rubbing their palms together in slow drags. Dan wished at least one of those hands could be freed to slide between them before he ruined another set of clothes. Rorschach must've heard that thought, because he shuddered and cried out and Dan's mouth was flooded with a metallic tasting vapor that he barely noticed over the blast of sensation that echoed through his thoughts. For a moment, he felt everything Rorschach did, the pleasure and relief and the bone-deep joy of a partner that wanted him back after all the loneliness and isolation. It was good, it was so good, and Dan was vibrating from that when he felt the tendrils pull out of him.
They lingered over his mouth, tracing down his throat to his chest and then lower. Dan gasped as his clothes unbuttoned and unbuckled by themselves and Rorschach slithered lower. He didn't release Dan's hands, but scooted them down along the wall too. Dan had to crane his neck to see what was happening. The tendrils spread out, again like something from the depths of the ocean and in the very center, something that opened like the tongue had.
"Rorschach," he gasped and then he was engulfed again, all the tiny little heads stroking over his, exploring and searching for any sensitive spot while the opening slowly eased over him. He could feel the heat and tightness of it slipping slowly down as the tendrils twined and stroked. Dan wailed something incoherent and Rorschach let go of his hands to hold his hips steady when he thrashed. Dan couldn't hold back. His knees gave out and his back slammed into the wall again and the tiny part of him that could still think at all hoped Rorschach could feel this too.
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Very creative and fantastic, authoranon.
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