(*CLOSED*) Daiken Prompts 1
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daiken_kink_memeThis prompt list is currently CLOSED for new prompts! Please put new prompts under the new Daiken Prompts entry
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The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
here!
The heart of a kink meme. Comment your prompts below. Remember the rules!
1. This kink meme is specifically for prompts involving Daisuke Motomiya and Ken Ichijouji from Digimon Adventure 02/tri/last evolution kizuna. Any prompt is welcome. That means more platonic gen stuff, romantic ship stuff, or even just one of them in a situation.
2. All Posts, Prompts, Fills, Comments should be anonymous. You can link to your ao3, and are encouraged to, but on this page we are anon all day.
3. Please no character bashing, kinkshaming or hijacking. If a prompt inspires you to add on something, make another prompt post.
4. Warn for spoilers (in case of Kizuna/Colon) and triggering content. A list of common warnings and triggers can be found here
IN YOUR SUBJECT LINE PLEASE INCLUDE
(gen) if you're looking for a more platonic angle
(Any Triggers) in your prompts
Some examples
- (gen) Daisuke and Ken play soccer
- (non-con) Daisuke tries to help Ken with nightmares about the Dark Ocean
Feel free to be as general or as detailed as possible in the comment itself! Maybe you have a whole plot bunny you want to give away.
Fills should be threaded comments directly onto their prompts. Multiple fills are wonderful! If there are multiple parts keep adding to the thread, like this:
-I want to see Ken turned into a catboy (prompt)
- MEOW (fill 1)
-hiSS (fill 1 part 2)
- MEOW but angsty (fill 2)
ANY kind of fill - fic, art, fan vid, whatever - is good.
One prompt per comment! Just keeps it organized. If you have multiple similar prompts post them all! It's okay!
(Underage) Bodyswap Fuck
on 2021-04-02 11:57 pm (UTC)Bonus points if Daisuke is chubby in it and Ken gets to experience having pudge through swapping.
Daisuke Rides Ken
on 2021-04-03 01:03 am (UTC)FILL - Meet Me on Rainbow Bridge
on 2021-04-03 06:54 am (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/25328992
FILL - A Little Push
on 2021-04-03 07:16 am (UTC)Taichi had seen similar signs in himself and Yamato before. Well. Before. How they’d danced and weaved around each other for years before finally getting pushed into talking, *really* talking, and they felt their hearts converge into a union he still felt sometimes.
And as the ever-present eye of the palette town Ferris wheel turned, casting elongated, thin shadows over them, Taichi knew exactly what he needed to do.
“Let’s ride the Ferris wheel!”
“Seriously? We’re ridden that boring old thing how many times now?” Yamato grumbled, as obstinate as ever, and Taichi threw him a glare that dared him to keep saying something.
“Actually,” - Daisuke this time, pretending not to be twitching and itching to hold Ken’s hand - “I don’t think you’ve ever ridden it, have you, Ken?”
“I - I’ve ridden Ferris wheels before.” Ken ducked behind his hair and Taichi jumped at the opportunity.
“But not the Daikanransha you haven’t! Let’s go!”
Luckily for him, Koushiro took over and started telling Ken, and, well, everyone all about it as they queued up, and Ken seemed to perk up with excitement. They nerded out about dimensions and scale, and how it was so tall you could see all the way to Mount Fuji on a nice day like today, but Taichi was busy going over how he would steer them into the right pattern.
Daisuke was easy enough, just get him in front of Taichi in the line, but making sure Ken got in first meant making a clear demarcation beforehand.
Sora and Mimi would do for that. He wasn’t sure Ken had ever *talked* to them, let alone done any activities.
The girls piled into the first car, waving to the rest of them as they ascended, and then it was time. As soon as Daisuke crossed the threshold, he closed the car door instead of stepping in himself, and watched with triumph as both Ken and Daisuke turned with twin looks of surprise at him, disappearing up into the air.
“What the hell, Taichi! Why did you do that?”
“Oh, you know how these things are, there’s just something *magical*, isn’t there, Yamato-cha-?” Before he could finish the honorific, Yamato had slammed his hand over his mouth.
“Shut up!”
Taichi licked the palm preventing him from answering, and Yamato predictably recoiled with a hiss.
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you haven’t seen how they look. I’m just giving them a gentle nudge.”
But riding around the whole thing, Takeru pressed up against the glass right beside him, *nothing happened*. He stared and stared at the back of Ken’s head as much as he could until they disappeared around the top of the wheel, and then he stared at the back of *Daisuke’s* head until they had to get off.
The sheer lack of events had him sighing in frustration. If anything, both of them looked redder than ever and Ken left not long after, not nearly as attached to Daisuke as he had been.
Taichi frowned as he walked home with Hikari, the group having split their separate ways after the festivities were over.
“I know what you were trying, Onii-chan,” Hikari finally said after Daisuke’s door shut and they began the walk up to their own apartment before her waving hand even reached her side.
“I wasn’t trying nothing!”
“I know because we’ve been trying the same thing for a while.”
*That* had Taichi pausing. “...oh yeah?”
“Yes. I’m sorry to say its been harder than I imagined it would.”
“Wait, wait, back up.” Taichi stopped awkwardly in the middle of their walkway, the front door just a couple steps down. “*Who* has tried *what*?”
Hikari smiled her most enigmatic smile, a hint of sadness in the crinkles of her eyes. “I’ll tell you inside.”
Which was how he ended up on the floor of their old shared room, now just his, Tailmon curled up on her lap and what could only be described as *purring* while Hikari pet her with soft but deliberate strokes.
“How long have you noticed the way Daisuke-kun and Ken-kun look at each other?”
“I mean, today? How long has it been going on, I don’t go to the same school as you guys after all.”
“Onii-chan...they’ve looked at each other like that since we were all 11. Well, our group, anyway.”
*That* made Taichi pause, looking off into space. Of course he knew *Daisuke* had felt all kinds of things since he stood up to him and ran off to save Ken instead of coming up with a coherent plan with everyone, but Ken too? That part seemed more recent.
Or maybe it was the fact he basically only saw Ken on Odaiba Days.
“Okay, so what then? How do we get them together?” He didn’t want them dragging their feet like he and Yamato did, the growing pains and raging hormones of high school still clinging to him sometimes.
“That’s the thing.” Hikari sighed dramatically, enough that Tailmon actually stirred and pounced off to relocate to her special cat bed Hikari had set up. “We’ve *tried* already. So much.”
----
It had started off simple enough. Ken and Daisuke *already* went on dates-without-the-dating part, Daisuke dragging Ken to every new restaurant he got excited about, and frequenting the ramen places in and around Odaiba and Tamachi.
So convincing him to take Ken to a place with a definite air of romance hadn’t been difficult at all for Hikari.
Dressing up and disguising herself to hide at the table across the way and spy on them with Miyako wasn’t in her original outline, but Miyako got her to do a lot of silly things. And doing the makeup for them both *had* been fun.
But they didn’t *do* anything. She thought maybe once she’d caught them holding hands under the table, but her line of sight wasn’t great, and they’d parted ways at Ken’s doorway without so much as a hug goodbye.
At least according to Miyako, who had commandeered the binoculars.
In retrospect, Miyako’s plan had a *few* holes in it. For one thing, they hadn’t bothered to simulate any sort of danger for Ken to be in, and instead he and Hikari were just having a nice picnic in the Digital World together.
Maybe if Ken had been in *real* fake danger, it wouldn’t have ended with Daisuke crashing through the trees and nearly crushing her favorite bento box, and she didn’t even get to see them do anything more than Daisuke looking Ken over surreptitiously for injuries while Ken blushed and stammered a bunch.
And maybe roping Takeru in on the whole thing had been a bad idea from the start. Daisuke wasn’t constantly snapping at him anymore, but that all came back the second Takeru started his ‘plan’.
Though the fact that his plan was blatantly hitting on Ken probably helped with that reaction. She hadn’t seen Daisuke so angry since - frankly - fifth grade.
Ken had been about to burst into flames, too. Yes, asking Takeru for help had been a major bust.
And then *Iori* of all people had locked them in the closet together last Christmas party.
Hikari wasn’t sure if the Iori part or the getting locked in for nearly half an hour part was why Ken had then immediately left, leaving Daisuke to pout into his cake while Miyako awkwardly pat him on the back.
No matter what they tried, it always seemed to end in Ken too embarrassed to respond. She was really at her wits end, to be honest.
----
“Hmm.” Taichi gripped his chin, trying to piece together a way they could all get Ken to open up more.
Because he was clearly the lynchpin here. If they could get *Ken* to do anything about his obvious feelings, Daisuke would jump at the chance and this would all be over.
Yamato had never had that much trouble reacting and responding to Taichi’s prodding. Ken’s problems were an entirely different beast, it seemed.
“I just don’t know what else we’re supposed to do to get them to go for it...I know it’s terrifying but Ken-kun has got to see how great it could be!” Hikari looked more upset than Taichi was used to seeing.
He suddenly had an amazing idea, snapping his fingers. “We should go to karaoke!”
“Karaoke?”
“Yeah! We can all leave early and then Ken won’t have to run away from any of us!”
“He does seem to do that a lot, doesn’t he?” Hikari gave a long-suffering sigh as she stood up, brushing nothing off of her skirt. “We can invite them out next week then.”
----
Taichi slunk into the next booth over, where Miyako had snuck off about half an hour ago to set up her equipment and plug into the bugs she’d placed in the room Ken and Daisuke were currently alone in, assured that they could stay as long as they wanted, Taichi’s treat, despite the rest of them having to dip out early.
Only to find three slack jaws on the Chosen that opted to stay and...watch.
“What? What’s the problem?”
Takeru was the first to regain his composure. “Not so much...a problem as...well its certainly a thing that’s happening.”
Taichi opted for just vaulting over and looking himself and *oh*.
Ken was on top of Daisuke, very enthusiastically kissing Daisuke deep on the lips. Daisuke’s hands roamed over Ken’s back and down, down to squeeze his ass and hike him further into his lap, and Taichi couldn’t look away, his body reacting on its own before the screen went blank from Hikari pushing the power button.
None of them said anything for several seconds, until Miyako broke the icy atmosphere.
“Well that went better than planned I guess? We can - rest easy now!”
(Non-con, somnophilia) Sleep Rape
on 2021-04-03 08:11 am (UTC)At first, he doesn’t want to do anything, but Ken is so alluring and he ends up giving in a bit. (Hence the non-con, but I want it clear Ken would be Absolutely Into whatever Daisuke does if he were awake)
shirt lift
on 2021-04-03 08:13 am (UTC)What if it was crest gems
on 2021-04-03 08:13 am (UTC)skin
on 2021-04-03 08:17 am (UTC)(underage) Woke in a panic
on 2021-04-03 08:26 am (UTC)Too bad that Ken wakes from a wet dream currently in the process of grinding against Daisuke and cumming onto him. Daisuke is still asleep, but how will he explain the cum on him once he wakes?
FILL - demarcation
on 2021-04-03 08:52 am (UTC)Daisuke had left marks.
OR
The morning after they have sex for the first time, Ken is fascinated by all the love bites Daisuke left on his body.
AO3 LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30440940
FILL: shirt lift
on 2021-04-03 10:32 am (UTC)Irresponsible. There is no way somebody could be that oblivious towards the effect he could have on others, the way he gestures, moves, jumps around during sports. Who does he think he is? Who allowed him to do that? Who let him wear clothes that fit ever so imperfectly that as soon as he lifts his arms, his shirt would ride up like that?
Inexcusable. The sliver of skin showing up when his shirt bares his belly ever so slightly is beyond redemption for what it does to poor Ken. The way Daisuke will just casually raise an arm to greet him and promptly Ken's eyes are fixed to the belly button that sometimes will be revealed for a second or two.
Irredeemable. The amount of swagger that Daisuke prances around with. Wearing these shirts that barely cover him at soccer practice. The cocky smile he wears when he parades around and every so often his hips shine through beneath the fabric.
Delinquent. The way he will ask Ken what's wrong when he starts to blush after Daisuke lifts his shirt right in front of him to change into something else. Not even realizing that his body could have that kind of effect on anyone.
Positivley evil. When his shirt slowly pulls up to reveal the smooth, bronze-ish skin. Inch by inch, burning itself into Ken's mind. Driving his heart to pump faster and harder, tingling in his nether, his breathing growing heavier, a pit in his stomach filling with butterflies. Making him want nothing more than to tear into it with his teeth and at the same time kiss it a thousand gentle times.
"Something the matter? You look like you have a fever," Daisuke asks.
The nerve of this boy.
"I'm... I'm fine," Ken stutters back.
Re: FILL - A Little Push
on 2021-04-03 12:48 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: shirt lift
on 2021-04-03 03:10 pm (UTC)Re: skin
on 2021-04-03 05:26 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: shirt lift
on 2021-04-03 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: FILL - A Little Push
on 2021-04-03 06:34 pm (UTC)FILL: scent masturbation
on 2021-04-03 06:46 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: scent masturbation
on 2021-04-03 08:10 pm (UTC)Trans boy Daisuke
on 2021-04-03 09:30 pm (UTC)Caved in
on 2021-04-03 09:46 pm (UTC)Of course they get saved by their digimon in the end and all is well!
(Violence) Daisuke whump
on 2021-04-03 10:05 pm (UTC)FILL - Morning Glory
on 2021-04-03 10:14 pm (UTC)Ken opened his groggy eyes at the bright light that flowed in through the room. Daisuke had opened the curtains, letting the bright morning sun light up the walls. Ken met Daisuke’s eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. Then he noticed something.
“Something smells good.”
“Oh! Wait just one sec.” Daisuke grinned, and disappeared out the door to their room. Ken could hear some banging around in the kitchen, and soon enough Daisuke was back again, shouldering the door open while holding a heaping tray in his hands.
His boyfriend sent him a thousand watt smile. “Brought you breakfast in bed!”
He urged Ken to sit up in bed, and then he brought the tray over and laid it on Ken’s blanket-covered legs.
Ken marveled at the spread Daisuke had made. Grilled salmon, miso soup, pickled radish, a steaming bowl of white rice and some succulent-looking rolls of omelet.
“This looks so good!”
Daisuke, who had cuddled up next to him in bed, smiled and kissed his cheek. “Eat up.”
“Did you eat already?” At Daisuke’s nod of confirmation, Ken lifted his chopsticks, put his hands together and dug into his meal. As he ate, they chatted about their plans for the day. It was Sunday, so they both had the day off. They decided to take a trip into town to do some shopping and go hang out in the park and play some games at the arcade. They’d make it into a proper date, maybe get some lunch at a nice café.
Ken stuffed a piece of omelet into his mouth and moaned happily at the sweet and juicy flavour. He was so lucky to have a boyfriend who could cook. Daisuke had hardly ever made him breakfast in bed before, and Ken was delighted to be the recipient of such a thoughtful act. They had only been living together for a few months, but Ken had never been happier. He looked at Daisuke, who was watching him eat with a satisfied little grin on his face, as if it was making him incredibly happy to please his boyfriend so much. Ken blushed.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Daisuke asked, seeming genuinely curious.
“You’re the best boyfriend in the world,” Ken said shyly, after swallowing his mouthful of omelet.
Daisuke laughed, a crimson blush sitting high on his cheeks. “Aw, you praise me too much.”
“Because you deserve it.” Ken leaned in and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek, then put his empty tray to the side. Then he leaned in again.
“Thank you for the meal,” he whispered against Daisuke’s ear. Daisuke shuddered slightly beside him.
“No problem. Did that fill you up?” he asked, voice growing husky.
“Yeah… But, you know,” Ken added, sticking a hand up Daisuke’s shirt. “I could always go for dessert…”
He tweaked Daisuke’s nipple, then slid his hand down to palm at his crotch. Daisuke gasped and spread his legs, body reacting instantly to Ken’s touches.
“Ah… Ken…” Ken could already feel Daisuke growing hard underneath his groping hand. He fondled and stroked his boyfriend over his shorts, before opening his button and zip to reveal the bulge in his boxers. Daisuke leaned his hips eagerly into the touch, and Ken kissed and nipped at his ear as he felt his hard cock through the soft cotton of the underwear.
Ken got onto his knees and repositioned himself directly in front of Daisuke’s crotch, in between his spread legs. He encouraged Daisuke to lift his hips so he could pull off his shorts and underwear, and then went straight to the treasure inside. He licked his palm and wrapped his hand around Daisuke’s erection, then started stroking it in a loose fist. Daisuke groaned and spread his legs further apart, leaning his head back against the headboard of the bed.
This was another perk of living together. Now, they could do things like this whenever they wanted, instead of constantly having to be aware of what the other members of their respective households were up to at any given moment. Ken watched his boyfriend scrunch his eyes up in pleasure as he worked, his wrist moving his hand up and down over Daisuke’s cock. He watched the swollen head disappear and reappear between his fingers, and licked his lips.
He leaned his head forward and licked at the head of Daisuke’s cock, lapping up the bead of precum that had gathered there. He opened his mouth and took in more, enveloping first the head and then going deeper, trying to swallow as much as possible. Daisuke moaned.
“Ahh, Ken… Yeah, just like that.”
Encouraged, Ken started bobbing his head, sucking gently. His hands had gone lower, one holding the base of Daisuke’s cock and the other fondling his sac. One of Daisuke’s hands had found Ken’s hair in turn, stroking it and tucking strands of it behind his ear.
“Ken… You’re so pretty, ah…”
Ken blushed. Normally he didn’t like the word used in reference to himself, but he loved when Daisuke said it. Other people had shady intentions, but with Daisuke he knew it came straight from the heart. Daisuke always made him so happy, so proud to be with him. Ken wanted to repay him in any way he could. He knit his brows and concentrated on giving Daisuke pleasure, alternating between powerful sucks and gentle strokes of tongue.
“Ah, you’re so good… Do you want your dessert now?” Daisuke’s strained voice reached his ears from somewhere far away, and Ken nodded with his mouth full of cock. He kept up his sucking as he felt Daisuke’s balls go taut and ready to release. Daisuke’s cock pulsed and throbbed on his tongue as he came, pumping strings of cum into his mouth. Ken swallowed it all despite the bitter, salty taste. He came off Daisuke with a pop, breathing hard.
“Did that satisfy you?”
Ken shook his head. “I’m not quite full yet.” He reached down and cupped his own aching cock through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He hastily divested himself of the pants, laid down on his back, opened his legs and offered Daisuke his twitching hole.
“Will you fill me up?”
Re: FILL - Morning Glory
on 2021-04-03 11:03 pm (UTC)FILL: naked parade (underage)
on 2021-04-04 06:15 pm (UTC)“we are! in a minute,” daisuke says, patting his hunched shoulder before abandoning him there to swoop into the kitchen. “you thirsty? i’ll grab us some water.”
ken stands awkwardly in the middle of the room as he waits for him to return, glancing around to ensure that all the windows are properly covered, unlike his own body. he’s never been naked in daisuke’s house outside the bathroom or bedroom, and definitely wouldn’t have stepped out without some sort of clothing if he’d known they weren’t heading straight for the shower to rinse off. daisuke, on the other hand, is completely at ease in the nude, bustling around the kitchen opening cupboards and peeking in the fridge. ken winces as he watches, resolving to himself to wipe down everything daisuke’s soiled fingers touched as soon as he’s clean himself.
“want anything else? a snack?”
“daisuke.”
he’s beginning to shiver there, goosepimples rising all over his pale skin as he rubs his thighs together, the cum on them cooling and drying unpleasantly.
“i don’t know why you’re so nervous,” daisuke says nonchalantly as he pours their glasses. “my family will be gone all weekend, they’re not gonna suddenly show up saturday afternoon.”
ken only shudders harder, wrapping his arms around himself for some sort of comfort as fear — and a fair bit of unwanted arousal — pumps through his veins at the thought. he can’t imagine how he would react if daisuke’s parents walked in right now and found their teenage son standing in the living room with his best friend, both of them clothed in nothing but the sweat and grime of sex.
“anyway, it looks like you’re enjoying it,” daisuke says as he saunters back over, grinning as he scans ken’s naked body and settles his gaze, quite obviously, on his awakening boner.
“daisuke!” ken hisses, moving his hands down to cover his groin instead as he flushes deeply from head to toe. daisuke just laughs, setting the glasses down on the table so he can crowd into ken until the backs of his knees hit the couch.
“seems like you’re ready to go again. how about right here?”
daisuke spreads a hand over ken’s thundering heart and gives him a playful push, toppling him backwards onto the sectional.
“daisuke,” ken whines, curling his knees up to his chest to try and minimize how much of his sticky skin is touching the cushions. “we’re going to get cum on the couch—“
daisuke silences him by spreading his legs open again and settling in between them, a scheming grin on his face. “nothing a little magiclean can’t fix.”
“you don’t use — magiclean on —“
his protest mangles and melts into a helpless whine as daisuke reaches down to grab hold of him and stroke, immediately making him forget all about where they are and how much cleaning they’re going to have to do as he slumps blissfully back into the cushions.
FILL - Spring Fever
on 2021-04-05 12:08 am (UTC)Daisuke bounded down the front steps of his new school. His first day as a high schooler was officially over. The day had mostly been filled with introductions from all his new teachers and explanations of their classes, but most of it had flown straight over his head as he had spent most of the day looking forward to meeting Ken later. They’d be able to be alone together for the first time in a while, and it was all he could think about. He wondered what they would do today, how they would do it... School couldn’t finish fast enough.
He took the train to Tamachi as he was let out a bit earlier than Ken. At the train station he recognised his boyfriend already standing by their usual meeting place, but Daisuke did a double-take at his silhouette. Just like Daisuke himself, Ken was sporting a completely new attire. His new school uniform was comprised of a cream cardigan, a white shirt and a blue checkered necktie, paired with a pair of sleek black pants that fit his form to a T. Daisuke stopped in front of him and didn’t even bother hiding the way his jaw hit the floor.
Ken saw him and beamed. “Hey, Daisuke. How was your first day of high school?”
“Never mind that, look at you! That uniform looks so classy, damn!” Ken laughed and blushed, which just made him look even cuter. Daisuke wanted to ask him to do a twirl, but he knew Ken would just be embarrassed.
Ken led the way up the steps to the tracks, and Daisuke fell in step behind him on the busy staircase. Holy shit. Ken’s ass looked so good in his new uniform. Daisuke couldn’t take his eyes off the shape of his boyfriend’s pert, firm backside as he walked up the steps behind Ken, the way it swayed and moved under those tight pants. He wanted to reach out and touch, had to hold himself back from actually doing it in such a crowded place.
They took the train back to Odaiba, as Daisuke’s house would be empty until late that day. They stood next to each other on the crowded train, holding onto the straps as the car rocked and swayed. Daisuke eyed Ken’s smart appearance, blue tie accenting his eyes. His hair was neat and tidy and sleek, just as it always was. His cardigan looked so soft – he couldn’t wait to touch it, couldn’t wait to dip his hands underneath. Their eyes met and they shared a heated look.
When they got through the door to Daisuke’s apartment they fell onto each other, as they were prone to do when they were able to be alone together. But this time, there was a certain intensity to Daisuke’s kisses and movements, in the way he immediately reached his hands around to grope at Ken’s ass.
“Ah… Daisuke…”
“Ken… Do you know how hot that uniform looks on you?” Daisuke ground his hips into Ken, showing him how affected he was by his boyfriend’s new attire.
“Mm… Yours isn’t so bad either,” Ken replied, stroking a hand down the side of Daisuke’s light blue Tsukishima uniform. “Blue suits you.”
“Not as much as these pants suit you.” Ken’s previous uniform showed off his slim form and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but seeing him in a new uniform was like seeing a new side of Ken – it excited Daisuke, so much that he didn’t know what to do with himself. Ken was finally here in his arms, rubbing closely against him, and it gave Daisuke all sorts of ideas.
“Ken… Can I fuck you in your uniform? Please?”
“Daisuke!” Ken exclaimed, blush returning to his cheeks with renewed ferocity. “… What if it gets dirty?”
“I’ll be careful, I promise! Pretty please?”
Ken seemed to consider, blush staining his cheeks. “… Alright, fine,” he conceded finally, unable to come up with a proper counterargument.
“Yes!”
Daisuke took Ken by the hand and led him to his room, where he promptly put his arms around him and got back to kissing him. Ken reciprocated eagerly, only breaking away for a moment to ask: “So… how exactly did you want to do this?”
“Let’s see… Turn around for me first.”
Ken turned around slowly, presenting Daisuke with a fine view of his backside.
“Yeah… yeah, that’s good. Now… bend forward. Put your hands on my desk.”
Daisuke could almost see Ken’s blush through the back of his head, but he did as he was told, leaning forward over the desk. The material of his pants spread thin over his ass and Daisuke’s hands, which had been itching to touch, wasted no time in groping and feeling out Ken’s behind. Ken released a little moan and canted his hips backwards into the exploring hands, which gradually moved around to his front to undo his belt. Daisuke tugged Ken’s pants and underwear down just under his ass, careful not to be too rough with the fabric, and started fondling his bare skin, marveling at how soft and pliable it was. Captivated by the sight, Daisuke got down on his knees and started raining kisses over the pale marble cheeks, making Ken gasp above him. Daisuke kept kissing and worshipping Ken’s skin, and when he spread the plushy cheeks and administered a single wet kiss to his boyfriend’s entrance, Ken whined. He curled his back and shivered, hair hanging down onto the desk.
The two of them had been going out for two years now, and had been intimate with each other for about a year. They were slowly becoming more and more comfortable doing this kind of thing with each other, but they still felt embarrassed at times. They were nevertheless also teenagers with raging hormones, so most of the time they were able to overcome their embarrassment in favor of the tantalizing promise of pleasure that lay beyond the vulnerability of exposing oneself and one’s desires.
“Daisuke… Come on…” Ken wiggled his hips impatiently.
Daisuke gave him a playful smack, pleased that Ken was showing him what he wanted. “Okay, get on all fours on the bed. I’ll prepare you.” Ken did so, moving awkwardly onto the bed with his pants half off, but kept them hanging just under his ass as he positioned himself on Daisuke’s bed. Daisuke wasted no time, digging his secret stash of lube out from his desk drawer and slicking his fingers, sliding them carefully into Ken in a practiced maneuver. He fingered Ken perhaps a little faster and rougher than usual in his riled up state, pumping his fingers in and out and hitting Ken’s spot dead on. Ken didn’t seem to mind the roughness at all, letting out small, continuous whines as Daisuke fingered his prostate.
“Are you ready?” Daisuke asked as he drew his fingers out and tore open a condom packet.
“Yeah… Come on.” Ken was red-faced and panting, hair hanging in his face.
“I’d rather come in if you don’t mind,” Daisuke snickered. Ken just made a face at him. Wasting no more time, he put the condom on, slicked himself up and pressed himself inside. Ken made a slight grimace – it seemed he still found it slightly uncomfortable to begin with, but the discomfort soon turned into pleasure as Daisuke started rocking his hips, dipping into him. He held onto Ken’s hipbones as he connected them together, pushing and swaying.
Finally. This was where he had envisioned himself all day in that boring classroom. This was where he wanted to be all the time: entwined with Ken, connected and bound to Ken, for the rest of his life. He felt it deep in his bones. Daisuke falteringly found a rhythm, and Ken met it with his own hips. The mattress squeaked as they bounced it up and down, not caring how loud it was or how loud they were – they were alone together and that was all that mattered, there was only the two of them in the entire universe, and the pleasure they shared in this moment was everything they ever needed.
Daisuke slid his hands underneath Ken’s shirt and cardigan and felt him up as he kept fucking his hips, snapping them faster and sloppier. Ken’s keening voice hit his ears and he groaned in answer.
“Turn… turn me around,” Ken moaned. “Wanna… wanna see your face…”
Daisuke stopped what he was doing and took a minute to catch his breath, clutching onto Ken’s chest and tugging at his nipples. Then he gingerly pulled out, grabbed Ken and helped roll him onto his back, pants still hanging off his legs. Ken lay there, flushed and panting and deliciously disheveled. His shirt had gotten all twisted inside his cardigan and was riding up his stomach, and at some point he had loosened his tie, exposing his collarbone. Once again, Daisuke was struck dumb.
The pants constrained his legs so he couldn’t open them very wide, but Ken opened his legs as far as he could manage and silently begged him to continue where he left off. Daisuke gulped, wondering how he ever got this lucky. He positioned himself between Ken’s legs and guided himself back in, and Ken released a happy sigh at the sensation as he started moving again. They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes as Daisuke rocked them back and forth. He wanted to stay like this forever but Ken was squeezing so snugly around him, he was so hot and ready to go, he couldn’t take it much longer.
“Ah… Ken… you’re so beautiful… I love you so much—!” He saw stars behind his eyes as he plunged over the edge, hips stuttering and cock twitching and spilling into the condom.
“Daisuke… Daisuke…! Please—”
Ken had taken himself in hand and was stroking himself quickly, desperately. Daisuke kept fucking him through it, pushing and prodding at his prostate until he released a broken cry and spilled all over himself.
As they came down from their high, panting and shivering, Daisuke took a moment to assess the damage. He spotted the spatters of cum on Ken’s pristine, brand-new cardigan and gulped. Some drops of white had even landed on his black pants.
“Ah… it got dirty.”
Ken’s eyebrow was twitching dangerously. “…You better prepare yourself.”