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... )
It feels good to know that he can bring a man pleasure with the same ease he brings a man pain, if not with the same certainty.
He cradles the back of Daniel’s head with his hand and kisses him, exploring the shape of Daniel’s hardness with his fingers and the shape of his mouth with his tongue. Daniel seems to melt in his arms, making soft little moans.
Daniel’s fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him away.
“Wait-“
Walter scowls and pulls his hand away, reaching for Daniel again.
“I told you-“
“No! No, no, not, not wait like stop, wait like, just, wait. I want…” Daniel takes several deep breaths. “I want to, to take this upstairs, maybe?
Upstairs. Upstairs to the bedroom, where they will undress and make shadows on the wall.
Where they will undress, and Walter can see all of him.
“Yes,” he says. There’s something heavy and thick in his voice, and Daniel makes a high, breathy sound. Walter likes that a lot.
The trip up the stairs is a blur of stumbling feet and grasping hands. They nearly crash through the door to Daniel’s room, hungry mouths latched to each other, fingertips digging into hot skin and muscle.
Daniel pulls them to a halt in the middle of the room and stands there, cradling Walter in the circle of his arms. It’s almost frustrating, because there are so many things Walter would rather be doing than standing here. At the same time, the comforting touch is like a balm, soothing old wounds he has lived with for so long he had forgotten they were there.
“I want you to know how important this is to me,” Daniel says.
“Am aware, Daniel.” Any other time, the information would have been a necessary comfort, but now he’s flying free from all the phobias and hatreds that wrap around his brain like clinging cobwebs when he’s sober, but he knows it’ll only last for so long and there is still that nagging sensation that he’s about to learn something important and he just can’t understand why Daniel keeps insisting.
Daniel finally, finally seems to understand, because he pulls Walter back into a kiss. Walter barely manages to kick his shoes off - not even caring if he bends the leather, even though he fusses over them because these are his nice shoes, his Rorschach shoes, but this is so much more important, so much more interesting -- before they tumble onto the bed. Walter ends up on the bottom, and Daniel’s weight pressing him into the mattress feels nothing short of wonderful.
They are both wearing entirely too many clothes, but taking clothes off would mean Daniel would have to stop kissing his neck and that’s the last thing he wants.
Daniel slides his hand up Walter’s arm. His fingers caress Walter’s palm for a moment then slide up to twine with his fingers. Never, Walter is sure, has holding hands seemed so erotic. He shifts, and something in the bed frame creaks and Daniel moans deeply and he is nine years old again.
It’s winter, and the floor is so cold he can feel it lancing up through the bottoms of his feet, stabbing up his shins. The wallpaper is peeling and rotting and he can smell the mildew in the bathroom from here. Her door is cracked open, and he can see their shadows on the wall, joining and parting and joining again. The sounds that drift down the hall don’t sound human.
“Walter?” Daniel’s voice, soft and worried, brings him back to the present. Daniel is worried about him. Daniel cares about him, cares about the him that isn’t strong, that isn’t powerful, that isn’t Rorschach.
“Are you alright?” Daniel asks. “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
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He tries to follow that thread of thought. It’s something about his mother, and thinking about her is not as foul or as hateful as it usually is. There is the usual hatred, but it is muddled and faint, like the memory of the stabbing. He isn’t feeling any emotions the way he should. Rorschach should be screaming in his mind about degenerates and depravity, but instead he is only mildly disapproving. There is the sense that he shouldn’t, tempered with the knowledge that he will anyway.
Daniel shudders above him and the thought is lost, but the look on Daniel’s face more than makes up for it.
“What?” He asks.
“You,” Daniel breathes. “You’re so, so damn intense, it’s like… god, it’s amazing.” Daniel’s fingers trace his brow, trail over his cheekbone and over his lip. He reaches up and presses those fingertips to his lips, making Daniel shudder again.
“I don’t,” he starts to say and trails off. “I don’t know how-“
“It’s okay,” Daniel says. “I do.”
Walter tilts his head curiously and Daniel shivers ago, no doubt recalling all the times Rorschach and Walter have made that gesture from behind the mask.
“Done this before?”
“No. Well. I. I haven’t done it, but there were… things that I…read while I was in, uh… in college that…uh… were very…”
Walter can see the slow rise of blood through Daniel’s face. It starts at the tips of his ears and works its way down and across his cheekbones, over the bridge of his nose and down around his lips and back across the soft skin of his cheeks. He finds it far more interesting than the knowledge that Daniel used to - or perhaps still does - read pornography, although Rorschach is thoroughly scandalized.
He realizes Daniel is still talking, blushing, stuttering as he tries to explain. He puts his fingers over Daniel’s mouth and feels the heat radiating off his skin.
“Right,” Daniel says with a sheepish grin. “I’ll just… go get the stuff. You get undressed, okay?”
Walter is reluctant to let Daniel go, and the loss of his heat and his weight is almost painful. He feels too light and too cold, like he will drift away without Daniel to anchor him. To distract himself, he tries to dredge up the sensation of almost knowing from before. It dances on the edge of his fingertips, exhilarating and infuriating all at once.
It’s something about his mother, and the way Daniel makes him feel. It doesn’t make any sense - the emotions connected to them are radically different, almost perfect polar opposites.
But maybe… maybe… maybe that’s the point. He pauses with his thumbs hooked into his waistband, staring hard at the wall. Something about the thought feels right; he’s not there yet, but he feels so close…
Then Daniel steps out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, and his thoughts scatter like scraps of paper in the wind.
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This fill is made of win. XD
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