(*CLOSED*) Daiken Prompts 1
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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!
Multi-Kens
on 2021-04-20 02:24 am (UTC)Don’t necessarily have to correspond to Stingmon, Crests, etc.
Re: (underage) dry orgasm
on 2021-04-20 02:30 am (UTC)Ken Revealed
on 2021-04-20 02:32 am (UTC)Golden Skin
on 2021-04-20 02:43 am (UTC)Re: FILL - (Underage) Surrender II
on 2021-04-20 08:04 am (UTC)Re: FILL - (Underage) Surrender II
on 2021-04-20 08:04 am (UTC)Daisuke's American Dream
on 2021-04-20 08:39 am (UTC)FILL: (Underage) Scent/Clothes
on 2021-04-20 06:08 pm (UTC)FILL - not ready for the afterglow (4/?)
on 2021-04-20 08:08 pm (UTC)He liked nighttime with the windows open when the weather was nice, but it was getting hotter and having four occupants in his bed instead of the regular two meant he tended to get overheated at night. Of course, four occupants was pretty normal now that it was summer break. He and Ken had given up the pretense of sleeping separately, at least at Daisuke's, by the time break had started. Naturally, his parents hadn't noticed a difference.
But Daisuke had.
Waking up to Ken in his bed almost every morning was exhilarating—and sometimes painful. Morning wood had already become normal, but opening his eyes to look at Ken, all curled up in his sheets and entangled with him, often made it unbearable. He wanted to slide his hands under Ken's clothes and caress his smooth skin, melt into his body like they were Jogressing, and never come up for air.
He ran the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away the sweat, and slid one leg out from under the covers to help cool down.
Of course, one glance at Ken, very asleep and trying to curl into his side like he was somehow still cold, and Daisuke knew his chances of cooling down and falling back to sleep were slim to none. He shifted, keeping one leg above the sheets, and turned to look at Ken properly, to trace his fingers along his temple and cheek, to push silky hair out of his face, and hesitantly, run his thumb over Ken's pretty pink lips.
Even asleep—especially asleep—Ken was so beautiful. He was all smooth and delicate and lovely, and Daisuke pulled him closer, welcoming him into his arms. His erection throbbed gently at the contact, but he ignored it best he could and carded his fingers through soft hair.
Ken woke slowly.
He sighed and blinked bleary eyes and pushed deeper into Daisuke's embrace, burying his face in Daisuke's bare chest so he could lay his ear against the heart thudding inside, faster and faster as Ken melted into him. It was the same thing Ken did every morning—immediately return to what they'd been doing before they fell asleep.
"Good morning," Daisuke mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
Arousal pooled in his abdomen and groin at the feel of Ken against him, at the sight of smooth creamy skin next to Daisuke's own golden complexion. He reveled in that stark difference, even as their heartbeats realigned after a nighttime of separation.
"Morning," Ken murmured, spreading his fingers wide over Daisuke's bare stomach, rubbing his thumb along the dip below his sternum. "Hmmm, this is my favorite way to wake up."
Daisuke's heart stuttered, then quickly rushed to match Ken's again.
He fiddled with the collar of Ken's pajama top, wanting to tug aside the lavender fabric and feel him, wanting to slowly undo the buttons and draw all this ridiculous clothing out of the way until he could trace his hands over Ken's skin, soft and beautiful and precious. "Ken…"
Ken leaned back, his neck curving and exposing his throat, and their eyes met. "You don't have to ask, you know."
Daisuke swallowed as Ken put more space between them and began to unbutton the lavender top, pink dusting his cheeks. Daisuke couldn't help but flush too, especially when his chest ached and his groin ached and all of him ached to touch Ken.
"You can…just do it," Ken mumbled, his blush darkening at the admission. His deft fingers tugged each button free one by one, unable to hold eye contact. "I want you to."
Daisuke could only stare as Ken shrugged off the top, revealing so much gorgeous porcelain skin his chocolate eyes dilated wide to drink it all in, too enthralled to register the words right away, to recognize what he was saying, what he was suggesting.
When he did, Daisuke bit his lip.
Did Ken seriously want him to just undress him? Without asking? Whenever he wanted? How much he wanted? Even if Ken was asleep?
He opened his mouth to voice some of these questions, details they definitely needed to hash out, but there was no time for details with Ken's upper body on display and available for him to touch.
He nudged Ken flat onto his back, his groin throbbing at Ken's little gasp of surprise, and sealed himself to Ken's side so they could feel as much of each other as possible. The angle didn't allow for Ken to do much, so he threaded one hand through Daisuke's hair and clutched at the sheets with the other, his heartbeat speeding up, his breath already coming in pants.
Daisuke hovered over him before dropping his forehead to Ken's heart, feeling the beat reverberate through his bones, and he sighed happily as he ran his fingers over Ken's smooth skin.
Ken's breath quivered, and little whimpers flew from his mouth at each touch.
Everything about him was so beautiful—his soft skin, his thin frame, the way his hip bones jutted out, the deep flush that colored his chest and all the way up to his pretty cheeks, not to mention the overwhelming throb of his heart pounding against Daisuke's forehead. Every touch shot tremors through Ken's perfect body, each caress made him gasp even when he was expecting it, and Daisuke wanted to do everything in his power to draw those sounds from Ken's entrancing mouth for all eternity.
Teasing Ken's nipples, tugging on them and pinching them, made him gasp out a wordless plea, made Ken's whole body convulse, and Daisuke wanted more. He wanted to wrap his lips around them, taste the salt of soft alabaster skin, draw Ken's heart into his mouth until he writhed and keened.
It was too much and not nearly enough.
The attention stole Ken's breath. He could barely stammer Daisuke's name, and his fingers clenched in the wild cinnamon locks so hard it hurt, but Daisuke couldn't focus on anything but the way Ken's hips had started to rock under the blanket—not to mention the bulge kept safe beneath the covers, inside his pajama pants.
Like every time he'd noticed Ken's growing predicament in the past, Daisuke wanted to touch him, felt sure he could do something about that, make him feel good, maybe even make his broken gasps and little whimpers louder.
"I-I—Daisuke…"
And that was not helping.
He pressed his lips to Ken's thudding heart and let his hands trace over his ribs, purposefully avoiding looking lower, but then Ken grabbed for him, clutched at his waist, digging in his fingertips. Ken panted and squirmed beneath his mouth, and when his fingers danced lower, finding the waist of his pajamas, Ken let out a long gasping moan that nearly made Daisuke's heart stop.
But shushing him didn't make any difference, not unless Daisuke wanted to stop touching him too—and Daisuke could barely keep his mouth from Ken's chest, let alone consider removing his hands from Ken's waist.
He pressed his lips to Ken's heart, sealing his mouth over the heady beat so he could feel it pulse through his entire head, and traced his hands across every bit of naked skin. He needed to touch Ken like he needed air—more than that when Ken trembled and sighed and gasped in response.
"Dai-Daisuke," he stammered again, quiet like a prayer, his nails scraping at golden skin.
His hips were jutting up into the air, rocking to the rhythm of their synchronized hearts, craving contact but unable to reach anything, and Daisuke ghosted his fingers across Ken's abdomen, skimmed over the sensitive skin, stroked along the hemline of his pajamas.
"You can t-take them off," Ken gasped out.
It took Daisuke a moment to realize what he meant. His breath quivered at the thought and his groin throbbed with arousal, and Daisuke chewed his lip as he dipped his fingers under the elastic waist to feel the hard ridges of his hips and the soft flesh just to the inside.
Ken bucked and whined, urging him on, but Daisuke slipped his hand farther inside rather than push the pajamas down, carefully staying above the underwear. It didn't temper Ken's reaction when he grazed the soft skin of his thighs below, didn't calm the way his body squirmed and spasmed and his hips rocked in a desperate need for friction.
Daisuke was aching. He wanted to touch himself like he always did the morning after one of their sleepovers, after Ken went home.
He wanted to touch Ken like that too, to slide inside his underwear and wrap his fist around him, to squeeze and stroke him until Ken felt so good he couldn't do anything but fall apart, spill all over himself, dirty his underwear, defile himself so much he needed to bathe afterward.
Instead, he withdrew his hand from Ken's pajamas and continued exploring his stomach and sides and ribs.
Ken whined loudly at the separation, and his body writhed and bucked desperately for attention, for the contact he craved. He panted Daisuke's name, begging, and hesitant, Daisuke drew back from Ken's heart as he slipped his hand down again, this time over the pajamas, and gently cupped the bulge between his legs.
A sharp gasp fell from Ken's lips, and Daisuke stared as his dark violet eyes flew open wide and various emotions flitted across his face, none more so than shock. His spastic movements settled slowly, his hips dropping back to the mattress, his grip loosening until he couldn't hold Daisuke's waist anymore, and he lay there, panting, staring up at the ceiling.
Daisuke couldn't help rubbing his thumb over the new wet spot soiling Ken's pajamas. "You okay?" His eyes darted over Ken's strangely blank face, and he withdrew from his space slowly, carefully disentangling them.
Ken gave a short nod, lips parting but unable to speak.
The way he was acting, it was almost like…almost like Ken had never come before, had never even masturbated.
Daisuke didn't know whether to be confused or worried or insanely aroused, but he couldn't exactly stop the way his body reacted to the possibility that he had given Ken his first orgasm. He ached inside his boxers, painfully hard but unwilling to do anything until he knew Ken was actually okay.
With slow deliberate movements, Ken pushed up on his elbows, slipped a hand down his pajamas, and returned with sticky, creamy cum all over his fingertips.
Daisuke watched the thoughts flit across Ken's face, watched him think it through and figure it out—and then he watched as Ken brought his fingertips up to his mouth and his tongue darted out to taste it.
A low gurgling moan rumbled in Daisuke's throat.
Ken turned to him with wide eyes and cheeks a brilliant scarlet. His mouth gaped open, and he struggled to speak, to say anything, but the words that came out were muddled and incomprehensible.
"Have you, have you never…?" Daisuke tried to ask.
If possible, Ken's cheeks grew darker as he shook his head, and Daisuke was harder than he'd ever imagined, overheated in a way the summer temperatures had never produced.
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (4/?)
on 2021-04-20 11:54 pm (UTC)ALSO, absolutely reeling from dai giving ken his first orgasm ever.... well done!! good job, both of you!! screaming about him coming the instant daisuke laid a hand on him dgzgjsk... he’s all like wtf just happened.
now poor daisuke boy needs to finish too, pls help him.... he might die from the UST.
also lol. he really just tasted it😂
Biofusion AU
on 2021-04-21 12:47 am (UTC)(Biofusion = a combination of biomerge and jogress where Daisuke, Veemon, Ken, and Wormmon combine into a single Digimon.)
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (4/?)
on 2021-04-21 07:27 am (UTC)foul mouth
on 2021-04-21 08:42 pm (UTC)FILL - not ready for the afterglow (5/?)
on 2021-04-21 09:25 pm (UTC)Although, to be fair, he didn't seem to mind how deeply integrated they'd become, how entwined their lives—and more and more often, their bodies—were now. The fact that Ken had spent the last three days here was a testament to that.
But it also left Daisuke increasingly uncomfortable every time he woke up.
Ken was constantly in his head. He was curled up in his bed every morning, and on the days they didn't have a sleepover, his bed smelled like Ken and he buried his face in his pillow and jerked off to that heady scent, to the memories of Ken's face and Ken's sounds and Ken's everything.
Except Ken hadn't left since that morning two days ago when Daisuke had touched him and touched him and touched him, and he'd come for the first time.
Daisuke hadn't been able to stop touching him since, hadn't been able to keep his hands to himself. It was nice knowing Ken wasn't having any trouble falling asleep, which had always been a struggle, but perhaps there was too much touching since Ken was perpetually exhausted.
Not that that stopped his eyes from wandering across all of Ken's exposed skin or his fingers from itching to bridge the distance and touch that skin now.
He swallowed. "You can go ahead," he said, nodding toward the door. "I'll just rinse off when you're done."
Daisuke enjoyed when they played soccer in the park, when they really pushed and got dirty and sweaty and disgusting and had to rinse off afterward—his alone time in the bathroom was the only time he got relief. He touched himself to the memories of Ken's broken moans, of his twisting and contorting as he came, and all the evidence of his desire was washed down the drain.
"Hmm…" Ken half-turned to him, his chest glistening, and his eyes darted toward the door before returning to Daisuke. "Actually, I was hoping you'd show me."
"What?"
"I want to see." Ken bit his lip, cheeks flushing. "What you do in the bathroom."
Daisuke couldn't breathe.
How did Ken know? He'd been so discreet too, so quiet, masking any sounds with the running water.
When he didn't say anything, Ken padded closer, and Daisuke could feel his fast-beating heart in his chest before it was even within reach, but he touched his fingertips to Ken's damp chest the moment they were close enough, needed confirmation it wasn't just in his head, and shut his eyes.
"I want to see," Ken said again, his voice barely a whisper.
His hand found Daisuke's heart too, and Daisuke sighed into their synchronized beat—until tentative fingers ghosted over the soccer shorts covering his groin, brought his half-hard cock to life with no more than a graze.
A sharp gasp flew from Daisuke's lips. "K-Ken…what are you doing?"
Ken flattened his palm over the hard length, wrapped his fingers around him through the soft material, and squeezed till Daisuke's eyes fell shut. "It feels good, right?"
Daisuke whimpered, and his hips shimmied with pent-up energy, rocking into Ken's gentle hand. "Of course," he sighed. "Of course it does."
"Then show me," Ken murmured, leading him to the bed.
They were sweaty and gross and he'd just washed his sheets, but Daisuke dropped to the edge of the mattress without hesitation, collapsed back on the crumpled sheets, and Ken curled up beside him, his amethyst eyes big and curious and dilated. Ken withdrew his hand to press it right over Daisuke's heart, and Daisuke could feel Ken's heartbeat pick up too, even if he wasn't touching it anymore.
He slid his hand inside his shorts, wrapped around himself, and began a slow rhythm, eyes clenching shut.
"I want to see," Ken said again, shifting to nudge at the elastic waistband of his shorts.
Daisuke gasped, but he complied, pulling himself out, arousal throbbing through him as Ken dipped low and watched. He was already hard and flushed, made worse by the summer heat permeating the room, and the way Ken paid so close attention sent a powerful jolt of arousal through his body.
He wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke, slow at first but faster when he felt Ken's quivering exhalations ghost over his hot skin. Visions of Ken lowering his mouth to swallow him whole danced across the backs of Daisuke's eyelids, urging him on, and he rocked up into his fist, jerking his hips hard, desperation growing.
"Daisuke," Ken murmured, his moist breath clinging to Daisuke's sweaty flesh, and then the bed shifted and Ken's cool lips joined his hand on Daisuke's bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss over his thudding heart. "I don't, I don't want you to hide this from me anymore."
The way Ken's voice quivered, tinged with a whine of arousal easily recognizable, made Daisuke pant and work himself faster.
"I want to see you," he mumbled, lips brushing the skin right over his heart, "want to touch you and feel you. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good like this."
Daisuke gasped, his eyes flashing open to take in the view of Ken hunched over his chest, his mouth right over his heart, holding him and talking to him like he was important and precious and loved. The moment Ken dipped down again, dropping a kiss on his heart, a low moan tumbled from his lips and he shuddered and spilled all over his stomach.
For a few minutes, he lay there, holding himself as he came down, and Ken simply turned to face the mess he'd made, pressing his ear against Daisuke's heart instead, and watched. It took a while to gather himself together and glance around, searching for anything within reach, but he didn't want to completely ruin his bedding—again.
"Uh, something to clean up with?"
Finally, Ken moved.
He pushed up from where he was draped over Daisuke's heart, giving him a good view of the mess as Ken swiped a finger through the liquid, slid it into his mouth, and moaned.
A shaky whimper resounded in his throat, and Daisuke could only stare as Ken's tongue dipped out and swept through the cum coating his abdomen. He lapped it up, and for his part, Daisuke trembled as he watched, trembled and held himself tight, his eyes glued to Ken as he consumed every last drop, the soft tongue shooting sparks down Daisuke's spine.
When Ken lay back on the bed beside him, still licking his lips, their eyes met and they stared, panting. Daisuke wanted to kiss him, to taste himself on Ken's lips, the proof that that just happened.
Then, Ken pushed away and slipped off the bed. "I'm going to rinse off now."
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (5/?)
on 2021-04-21 11:38 pm (UTC)"I want to see." Ken bit his lip, cheeks flushing. "What you do in the bathroom."
THIS KILLED ME kek and touching him aaahhh... he should touch him some more.....
ken is SOOO forward wow!!! but it makes total sense bc he’s in love and just wants to be close!!!
the jerking off scene is very nice, good on them for getting a step further lol. the heart stuff was a nice added touch. and i can’t believe ken just DRANK it all like the thirsty boy he is..... halp.
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (5/?)
on 2021-04-22 10:21 am (UTC)Re: Reverse Sex Pollen
on 2021-04-23 06:08 pm (UTC)Re: (Underage, dub-con/non-con...ish?) accidental sexual fantasy sharing
on 2021-04-23 06:36 pm (UTC)(underage, intoxication) Ken accidentally gets drunk
on 2021-04-23 06:57 pm (UTC)Bonus points if they're like 14-16 years old and neither of them have been drunk before.
(kidnapping, slavery, non-con, violence) non-con degradation
on 2021-04-23 07:13 pm (UTC)Basically, the villain (Vamdemon probably works best here?) who's enslaved Ken wants to demonstrate to Daisuke how much power/control they have over Ken (does he have him under a spell or something where he *has* to obey? or has he just been *broken*?) and has Ken strip and lay out for anyone and everyone present to touch him however they like. Probably some violence included there, but there should definitely be some very horny non-con happening, and the bad guy even drags Daisuke closer to watch/invites him to participate.
Underage welcome & encouraged
Accidental Mummymon Bondage
on 2021-04-23 07:23 pm (UTC)Mummymon misses when aiming for someone else and accidentally ties Ken up. The Digimon are fighting, so Daisuke has to help untie him and it's extremely horny.
FILL - Clothed Sex
on 2021-04-24 12:22 am (UTC)The two of them have arranged to meet here in the Digital World as it’s the only place they’re able to have some private time together. Whenever they think they’re alone, one of their family members suddenly barges in with no warning. It’s made them paranoid to try anything with each other at home. With their schedules all over the place due to university and vocational school it’s also just easier for them to meet here, a natural in-between point. It helps that it’s also somewhat secluded (apart from the odd Digimon they run into), giving them the peace of mind needed to put their worries aside and concentrate fully on one another.
Ken is breathing hard, leaning back against the thick trunk of the tree. He’s stark naked and he feels so exposed like this, out in the open. He’s not used to being so naked in a place like this, but it feels rather exciting. Kinky, almost.
Daisuke smirks at him, still fully clothed in the same digital outfit he’s worn since they were kids – those cargo shorts and that flamboyant flame jacket. And not least, those bright yellow gloves.
Ah, those glorious gloves. They look so soft, so wonderful to touch. Ken wants him to touch him all over with them, stroke every inch of his naked skin. This is another reason why they’ve decided to meet here – Ken simply can’t resist his boyfriend in those darned gloves, a fact Daisuke has proudly internalised.
Daisuke drops slowly to his knees in the grass, sliding his hands down Ken’s chest and stomach as he does so. When he reaches Ken’s thighs, he shifts to wrap one of his gloved hands around Ken’s erect cock, and Ken gulps. The sight and feel of Daisuke’s gloved hand on his naked skin sends shivers all up and down his spine, and the way he’s smirking playfully at him with those warm brown eyes makes him blush and quiver. He finally feels it – the soft, smooth material of the glove sliding up and down him with practiced strokes. It feels so good like this, Ken can’t help moaning out loud and tilting his hips into the touch. He has been itching for this moment all day, has had to surreptitiously adjust himself in his pants several times during class, cross his legs and hopelessly try to follow the lecture. He hasn’t been able to stop imagining what it would be like to touch Daisuke again, to have Daisuke touch him.
Daisuke leans forward and wraps his mouth gently around him, enveloping his head in soft, wet, delicious heat. The gloved hand is still holding him firmly at his base, silky smooth, and Daisuke starts bobbing his head to meet his hand, sliding his lips over the same trajectory those gloves have just been following. His lips eventually reach the edge of the glove, kissing against it with each bob of his head, creating an intoxicating rhythm. Ken can only twitch his hips and hang onto the tree, toes curling in the grass.
Daisuke pulls off and starts stroking him again, hand moving even smoother with the aid of his saliva. “How do they feel? Good?”
“So good…” Ken blushes. He had been so embarrassed when he confided in Daisuke about his fascination for his gloves, but Daisuke had only been eager to try it out. They had planned this meeting in detail, how Daisuke would undress Ken and touch him all over with his gloves, and then…
Ken fidgets. “Daisuke—I don’t think I can wait anymore—”
“Want me to do you?”
“Yeah…” He blushes again, even hotter, but Daisuke only smiles reassuringly.
Ken goes to his abandoned jacket and fishes out the lube he’s prepared. He leans against the tree again, facing it this time, and reaches behind himself with one hand to prepare himself. Daisuke stands right behind him and holds his hips, leans into him and nips and nuzzles at his ear. His gloves make his hands look huge around Ken’s narrow hipbones, and it only serves to turn Ken on even more, makes him push and twist his fingers faster.
“Now, please, now—” he whines, and Daisuke lets go of his hips just long enough to get himself out of his shorts and guide himself in. Ken keens and tilts his hips into it, eager to feel Daisuke inside of him.
Together they work up a rhythm of fast-paced thrusts, both caught in the frenzy of lust. Daisuke lifts one of his gloved hands to Ken’s mouth and Ken eagerly sucks one of his fingers inside. The other glove is feeling him up, stroking his stomach and tweaking his nipples and brushing against his sensitive cock. Daisuke’s breath is quick and hot on the back of his neck, and his thrusts are molten lava that melt their way up his spine, tight and close and searing hot. He moans around the gloved finger in his mouth, drool escaping down his chin, rocking his hips desperately to meet the impending eruption.
Daisuke rips his finger out of Ken’s mouth and hitches one of his legs up, and the change in angle makes Ken choke on a gasp. He clings onto the tree with all he’s got, feeling those smooth hands on him, feeling Daisuke take charge of him with a practiced touch and steer him right towards his completion. He trusts Daisuke with his life, trusts him to lead him straight off that cliff’s edge and onto safe cushioned ground. The mounting sensations become too much for him and he feels himself careening into orgasm, head spinning and spinning, white light singing in his mind. He comes without having his cock touched, spattering the tree in front of him with sticky spend. Daisuke reaches his peak right after, gloved hands trembling and straining where they hold him. They sink down to the ground together, bodies singing with a satisfied hum.
Daisuke is still fully clothed, only his soft cock hangs out of his open pants. Ken wants to do it all over again, wants Daisuke to gather their spilled cum and make Ken suck it from his gloves. Every last drop.
“That was great!” Daisuke exclaims, panting softly. “We should do that more often.”
“No objections there,” Ken agrees, eyes already swimming with desire.
Re: FILL - Clothed Sex
on 2021-04-24 06:18 am (UTC)Re: FILL - Clothed Sex
on 2021-04-24 06:34 am (UTC)FILL - Truth or Dare
on 2021-04-24 10:57 pm (UTC)“Ichijouji-kun, your turn! Truth or dare?” Takeru turns to him with an excited gleam in his eyes. Everyone else cheers while Ken’s shoulders slump.
“Um… I’ll pick dare.” How bad can it be? Iori has just been dared to drink a can of coke in one go, and he managed just fine.
“Alright then, I dare you to… kiss Daisuke-kun on the lips!”
Ken’s mouth drops open, along with everyone else in their little circle on the floor. “What?”
“Come on, it’s just a little kiss! Just a little peck!” Takeru goads. “Surely your friendship can withstand a friendly little smooch?” Hikari and Miyako giggle, while Iori just looks embarrassed. Daisuke’s face looks so hot it might start smoking any minute. Ken’s feels the same.
“Ah… I…” Ken stutters. He blushes hard at the thought of being able to kiss his friend. His heart immediately starts pumping hard, making him sweat and swallow. He looks down at the ground with a secret little smile tugging at his lips. Is this it? Is this the moment he’ll finally be able to get close to Daisuke, closer than he’s ever been, and feel those lips against his? He doesn’t care if it’s just a game – this might be his only chance.
Slowly and reluctantly, he shuffles forward on his knees toward Daisuke on the other side of the circle. He glances up to see his friend pouting and looking away, and his heart falls.
“I’m sorry… I can’t.” His friend looks apologetic, but his voice is firm and unwavering as he rejects him.
“Daisuke…” Is he that disgusted by Ken? He should have known. Two boys kissing is frowned upon. It’s not right. Ken isn’t right for wanting it. He shouldn’t be feeling this disappointed, but he can’t help it. He can’t help getting his hopes up over such a stupid little game. And now his heart is crushed.
He awkwardly shuffles back to his spot, trying not to look too disappointed. He tries to sit through a few more rounds of the game, but it gets increasingly excruciating. He excuses himself and goes to the bathroom. He hears his other friends berating Daisuke once he’s closed the door, but he doesn’t want to listen. He sits down on the closed toilet lid and buries his head in his hands, letting his hair fall haphazardly over his face. His whole face is hot, and he can’t stop the burning in his eyes, can’t stop the tears from springing out and trickling down between his fingers.
He stays there for a long time, cursing himself. He’s so weak and useless. He’s such a loser for crying in the bathroom at what’s supposed to be a fun get-together with his friends. He splashes his face with water, covering his tear tracks. He wipes it all away as best he can, tries not to get lost in the sad pools of his reflection. He puts on his bravest face and goes back to Miyako’s room.
“I’ve got a headache coming on, so I think I’m going to head home. Thanks for having me.” Ken gives a short nod to his friends before turning to leave. The others reluctantly call after him to feel better and to have a safe trip home. He knows he’s being obvious, but he can’t deal with any more social interaction at the moment. He feels so utterly drained.
“Ken, wait!” Daisuke comes scrambling up behind him. Ken’s heart immediately sinks again. What does he want? Ken just wants to be left alone to wallow. He goes to the entrance and grabs his shoes from where they were neatly placed in the genkan and pulls them quickly on. Daisuke rushes to do the same.
“You don’t need to leave early with me, Daisuke. You can stay here.”
“I’ll walk you to the station, alright?” Something desperate is shining in Daisuke’s eyes, but Ken can’t read it. Maybe he feels bad for crushing Ken’s heart. But Ken doesn’t need any apologies – he just needs to be alone.
“Really, it’s fine. Actually, I’d prefer if you stayed here.”
“Wha- But—”
“I’ll see you next weekend. My place, right?” Ken isn’t sure he will be able to have another sleepover with Daisuke so soon, but he has to say something to appease him. Just the thought of staying in Daisuke’s room, looking up at his peaceful, sleeping face, wanting to stroke his golden cheek… it makes his heartstrings give a painful twinge.
He opens the door and starts walking hurriedly without looking back. Still, he knows his friend. He isn’t surprised when he hears Daisuke’s footsteps come running up behind him.
“Wait up!” Daisuke starts walking with him, and because he doesn’t have any more excuses, Ken lets him.
“You don’t really have a headache, do you?”
Ken doesn’t reply, just keeps looking straight ahead as he walks down the hallway.
“Listen… I think I did something really stupid back there.” Ken’s heart gives a little jolt. He waits to hear the rest.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” Daisuke’s voice comes out sounding like a plea. For what, Ken doesn’t know. He slows his steps until he comes to a halt. He doesn’t know what to say, so he stays silent. Daisuke tentatively grabs his wrist, makes him turn and look.
“But hear me out… I didn’t want to kiss you right there. Not in front of all the others. I don’t want our first kiss to be a game. Like it’s just for show. Like… like it doesn’t mean anything.”
They stand there, right in the hallway of Miyako’s apartment building, staring each other down.
“What…?” Ken isn’t sure he’s hearing right, but the intensity in Daisuke’s eyes tells him different.
“I want my first kiss with you to be special. I want to treasure it, just as much as I treasure you.”
“Daisuke…?” His world must be unraveling. The ground is going to crack beneath his feet and he’ll fall through the gap into the darkness below.
“Ken… Can I kiss you?”
“But you… I thought…”
Daisuke smiles. “Silly… I don’t want anyone other than you.”
Suddenly, his best friend is closer than he’s ever been before. Ken can see the molten gold dancing in his pupils before he closes his eyes. Their lips meet, and the overwhelming emotions Ken is feeling comes out of his eyes again in a steady stream. He’s surprised and happy, but he still hasn’t recovered from his momentary heartbreak. It all comes out, and soon he’s sobbing in Daisuke’s arms. Daisuke wraps his arms around him and holds him through it, rubbing his back and shushing him.
“Ken, I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did you hate it?”
Ken sputters a giggle. “Don’t worry – I liked it. Can you do it again?”
“Oh. Of course!”
As their lips connect again, Ken thinks perhaps he should have picked truth. Sometimes words really are the easiest way to finding happiness. He should have told Daisuke earlier. But if he asks Daisuke to kiss him again, he knows he will. Again and again, over and over.