(*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
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!
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!
Forfeits
on 2020-04-21 06:26 pm (UTC)FILL - (forfeits)
on 2021-04-02 08:43 am (UTC)“Okay.” Ken caught his breath, stretching up with an arch of his head as his hair swayed in the wind, a bit of sweat flinging off his brow. Daisuke forgot how to speak, merely watching as Ken’s arms lifted, taking the hem of his shirt with them, a glimpse of Ken’s bellybutton all he could see.
Ken moved as if through water, so poised and graceful at all times, and his lips wrapped around the air with a hint of a pout as he glided up to Daisuke’s face.
“Daisuke? Did you hear me? What’s my punishment?”
“Kiss?” The word came out before Daisuke could really think about them, and they made him go red and look down at the grass. “I mean, tell me who you’ve kissed?”
“Oh, well...” Ken’s feet shifted in his periphery. “I haven’t really...kissed anyone.”
“Really? But you’re so - “ cool and popular and pretty and everybody wanted to kiss Ken, Daisuke included.
“I haven’t really... wanted to kiss anyone. Who’s asked.”
“You want to kiss someone who hasn’t asked?”
But Ken had turned to retrieve the ball from the soccer goal. “You already asked one question. You’ll have to make another point for another.”
His face fell. He almost never got two point against Ken in their skirmishes, and he’d wasted the one penalty game he’d had on a dumb question.
But Ken wasn’t playing his best either. He seemed... distracted by something, ending up giving away the ball in a hard exchange that had Daisuke plowing back towards his goal again.
As soon as it swished against the net, Daisuke turned to find Ken looking ready to bolt. He gripped his forearms, feeling the elevation of both of their hearts as they pounded from the exertion. Whether from the adrenaline or the look Ken gave him, he changed his question.
“Will you kiss me?”
Ken nodded before diving into his mouth.
Re: FILL - (forfeits)
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2021-04-02 08:53 am (UTC) - ExpandDaiken and a baby
on 2020-04-21 06:33 pm (UTC)Trapped in a small space
on 2020-04-21 06:43 pm (UTC)Catching Feelings
on 2020-07-04 05:08 am (UTC)Catching Feelings (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24083680)
Saying I Love You
on 2020-04-21 06:48 pm (UTC)Evil Boyfriends
on 2020-04-21 06:50 pm (UTC)Cooking lessons
on 2020-04-21 06:57 pm (UTC)Re: Cooking lessons
on 2020-04-21 07:17 pm (UTC)Accepted by the siblings
on 2020-04-21 07:24 pm (UTC)Re: Accepted by the siblings
on 2020-04-22 01:11 am (UTC)Breakfast in bed
on 2020-04-21 07:29 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
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2021-04-03 11:03 pm (UTC) - ExpandJogress from kissing/sex/etc
on 2020-04-21 07:32 pm (UTC)FILL
on 2020-05-07 12:08 am (UTC)Daisuke gave him a dazzling smile as he took out some bento boxes. “I made your favorites.”
There were several bento laid out in front of him, foraged from Daisuke’s collection. He picked up the Doraemon one and peeked inside, hit by the fragrant smell of pan-fried sausage.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” Daisuke popped open his own Crayon Shin-chan bento and popped some omelette into his mouth, making an obscene noise of enjoyment. Ken felt his face heating up as he took his own dainty bite of sausage.
“Can I have some, Daisuke? Can I can I?” V-mon jumped onto Daisuke’s head and the two of them were pulled into a friendly wrestling competition.
Daisuke’s laugh was contagious. Ken chuckled as V-mon managed to steal a whole box and run off into the trees, leaving a slightly disheveled Daisuke to blink with a stunned look on his face. He turned to Ken, and smiled.
“Don’t tell V-mon that one was for him and Wormmon anyway.”
“He needs this win?”
“Yeah! I think he misses our adventures.” Daisuke snuggled up to Ken, threading their fingers together. “But I like just hanging out with you.”
“I like that too.” Ken gulped as Daisuke’s face got closer to him.
Daisuke leaned up, his eyes sliding closed, and Ken’s heartbeat sped up as he did the same.
They bumped their noses together.
“Ow ow ow.” Daisuke rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Ken sucked at this. He couldn’t even kiss Daisuke. He buried his face in his hands and sighed.
“Let’s try again.” Daisuke covered Ken’s hands and pulled them down from his face.
This time, as Daisuke leaned in, Ken kept his eyes open and cocked his head to the side, concentrating on getting the angle right to slot their mouths together. Daisuke’s lips were so warm, Ken felt a well of joy bubbling up in his chest.
Daisuke sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“No? I...really like kissing you.”
“Am I making you nervous?” Daisuke pulled back and Ken felt a pang of disappointment.
“No.”
Daisuke just gave Ken a deadpan look.
“Okay, yes. But I still want to kiss you.” Ken didn’t think he was being that obvious with his body language. He was trying, trying to just enjoy being with Daisuke.
Daisuke’s lips found his, and Ken was struck with worry. He tried to bury it, just feel the way Daisuke fit against his mouth, dry and puckered. Daisuke moved his lips and Ken heard a thump along his whole body.
Daisuke’s heartbeat was in his chest.
Ken pulled Daisuke closer, pushing their chests together. Daisuke’s heartbeat was just a little bit slower than his, and his pulse purposefully calmed until they were in sync.
Ken’s back hit the blanket as Daisuke fell on top of him. He opened his mouth and their kiss went from shy and tentative to so very wet.
Ken was so happy. Daisuke was excited.
His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He wanted it to, he wanted to get even closer to Daisuke’s, he wanted them to merge and blend together into one.
Daisuke was a ball of sunshine, his feelings so sharp and uncomplicated and Ken felt it all, the dark corners of his mind being lit up with Daisuke. He was so unbelievably happy.
“Daisuke! Ken-chan!” Paildramon burst out of the trees and stood over their tangled-together bodies. “Are you okay?”
Ken stared up at their partner, confused. “Why did you Jogress, Paildramon?”
“Ken, I think...” Daisuke hadn’t moved from where their chests were smashed together, as close as they could be with their shirts in the way. “Uh. This...did it?”
Ken’s face turned red.
Re: FILL
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2020-05-07 09:01 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: FILL
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2020-05-07 08:11 pm (UTC) - ExpandFILL: sex causes jogress (underage)
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2021-04-09 02:52 pm (UTC) - ExpandFirst Kiss
on 2020-04-21 07:44 pm (UTC)FILL - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
on 2021-04-01 10:24 am (UTC)“N-no…” A short silence passed before Ken dared open his mouth again. ”Have you?”
“No, but Taichi-senpai said it feels really nice. He said I should try it.”
“Who has he kissed?”
“Well, I tried to get him to tell me, but he wouldn’t say… I really wanna know, though.” Silence fell between them again as they both pondered who their senpai could have gone out with. All of a sudden, Daisuke’s voice broke the silence.
“Hey, Ken? Do you think… do you think *we* should try?”
“W-we?” Ken’s heart stuttered, then started galloping full force.
“Yeah, we can practice on each other! That way, we’ll be experts once we get girlfriends!”
Ken blushed. He didn’t know if he wanted a girlfriend. He didn’t even know if he wanted to kiss a girl. He didn’t know what he wanted at all. But Daisuke’s eyes were so large and curious, and Ken felt lured in by them. Kissing… what would it feel like? Would it be weird to kiss Daisuke, his best friend?
“Come on, it’ll be fun! Just this once.” Daisuke seemed nervous too, and almost too eager.
“O-okay.” Despite his misgivings, Ken found himself nodding.
“Okay, great! Then, let’s turn towards each other.” Daisuke grabbed Ken’s shoulders and turned him so he was right in front of Daisuke, Daisuke cross-legged and Ken sitting on his heels.
Suddenly, Daisuke’s face was very close. He was looking him in the eyes very seriously, and Ken gulped. He sat frozen on the spot as he watched Daisuke’s face come closer and closer. He shut his eyes tight, heart hammering in his chest.
The first brush of lips was so soft he barely felt it. He just felt a slight touch of something warm and soft against his lips, and then it pulled away just as quickly as it had arrived. He held his breath. Was that it? It was all over before he had the chance to feel what it was like.
Then, the soft touch came back. His breath hitched. A pair of trembling lips were gently touching his. This time, they stayed. Ken’s eyes were still closed, but he felt Daisuke’s presence all around him, could smell the faint scent of his shampoo. Daisuke was kissing him. He was kissing Daisuke. His heart hadn’t stopped jackrabbiting.
The pair of lips against his – Daisuke’s lips – started inquisitively pressing a bit harder, and Ken mimicked the movement with his own lips, forming a pucker. They both held the pressure for a while, Ken breathing in Daisuke’s smell and presence, before they parted with a soft kissing sound.
Ken fuzzily opened his eyes and met Daisuke’s heavy-lidded golden brown gaze. Ken couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at his lips, and Daisuke followed suit.
“Hey, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Yeah. That was… nice.”
“Do you wanna… try again? We should probably practice more if we wanna be good, right?”
Ken’s heart fluttered. He shrugged, nonchalant. “Sure. Practice makes perfect.”
They both leaned in again, perhaps a bit too eager this time. Their noses bumped together as their lips met, but they righted it by tilting their faces slightly to the side. They held the same pressure as before, puckering their lips in a soft smooch. Eventually they came apart again, but connected together right away without thinking about it, just wanting to feel close, feel the other in a way they never had before. As they were kissing, they shifted imperceptibly closer together, Ken laying a hand on Daisuke’s knee and Daisuke putting a hand on Ken’s shoulder. They exchanged several kisses like this – small, chaste presses of lips. Each time they parted and reconnected they seemed to last longer, each time they were a little more reluctant to part. Ken breathed deeply through his nose and felt Daisuke do the same, he was so close. The soft sounds of their kissing filled the quiet room.
Suddenly, Daisuke stuck his tongue out and licked Ken’s bottom lip experimentally. Ken gasped at the wet sensation, and Daisuke took advantage of his open mouth to dip his tongue inside. He delved inside just enough to sweep his tongue across Ken’s front teeth before he drew away. Ken drew his tongue back instinctively, intimidated by this new development. But when he opened his eyes, Daisuke was smiling sheepishly at him.
“Sorry… Taichi-senpai said it feels good if you use your tongue. Do you… wanna try?”
“Um… okay.” Ken took a deep breath and steeled himself, feeling a bit giddy from their kisses. Was there something that felt even better?
Daisuke came closer again. “Open your mouth a little…” he whispered to Ken’s lips. Ken’s lips obeyed, parting slightly to allow Daisuke’s tongue to slip inside again.
The moment their tongues met, they both stilled. But Daisuke wasn’t known for backing down, so he stroked his tongue gently against Ken’s. Ken fought against the instinct to pull back, but the feel of Daisuke’s tongue, warm and wet, wasn’t all bad. He poked his tongue forward awkwardly and their tongues met again, gliding together. They broke away for a short while before being pulled back in again as if by some invisible magnetic force, finding a slow and purposeful rhythm.
The world around them faded away as they kissed. Ken had never imagined kissing would feel this good. He swayed his head from side to side, getting lost in the ebb and flow of their rhythm, the pulling back and the leaning in, the intoxicating exploration of each other’s mouths.
They broke apart to catch their breath, and this time Daisuke leaned his forehead against Ken’s. “T-that felt pretty good, huh?”
Ken nodded, heart still thumping. “That was a more advanced technique, though. I think we need to practice some more.” He was leaning in again before he had even finished his sentence, mouth open and swallowing Daisuke’s surprised sound as he captured his lips once more. Daisuke reciprocated eagerly, meeting Ken’s tongue and twirling his own around it. His hands had gone around Ken and pulled him closer, stroking down his back. Ken’s hands had ended up on Daisuke’s face, stroking his thumbs on his cheeks. He willingly let himself be pulled closer, closer, until he was almost in Daisuke’s lap. Ken didn’t notice – he was completely lost to the world. Or rather, Daisuke was his world, Daisuke was all he knew and all he wanted to know, those strong warm hands stroking up and down his back made him shiver and he moaned into Daisuke’s mouth, a soft, trembling moan that came from somewhere in the back of his throat. Ken let go of everything, he let go of the tight control he always held on himself, wound his arms around Daisuke’s neck and let himself disappear.
After what could have been hours they pulled back, both of them out of breath. They gazed at each other, stars twinkling in their eyes.
“Seems we’re pretty good at this already. Maybe we’re naturals?” Daisuke grinned.
“Some more practice could never hurt, though…” Ken said, leaning in again.
Re: FILL - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
Posted by (Anonymous) - on 2021-04-02 07:48 am (UTC) - Expandheartbeats + love confession
on 2020-04-21 08:23 pm (UTC)Gossip columns
on 2020-04-21 10:06 pm (UTC)Flirtatious touches
on 2020-04-21 10:11 pm (UTC)Wormmon Interruptus
on 2020-04-21 10:12 pm (UTC)Royalty AU
on 2020-04-21 10:19 pm (UTC)First Time
on 2020-04-21 10:24 pm (UTC)Accidental Kiss
on 2020-04-21 10:29 pm (UTC)FILL: Accidental Kiss
on 2021-04-17 05:56 pm (UTC)(Intoxication & thus dub-con) Morning After
on 2020-04-21 10:33 pm (UTC)(Intoxication, mentions of dub-con) FILL - Stay the Night
on 2021-04-01 01:36 am (UTC)And then the *thoughts* of Ken started, his pounding head supplying with a few too lifelike image of Ken with his arms spread out beside his head, rocking back and forth with his hair framing his moaning face, and Daisuke slapped his cheeks a few times. Focus. He rolled over in his bed, only to find himself staring at Ken’s *real, actual* face, his eyes closed but mouth just as alluring and open as he breathed and *why was Ken sleeping in his bed*.
He wracked his brain trying to find an answer, but everything after Mimi had started a drinking game from America he couldn’t quite remember any of the rules of was a blur of colors and shapes. But Ken was *definitely* in bed with him.
Maybe they’d literally just slept together? They did that all the time.
At Ken’s house, where they had the excuse of Ken’s loft bed not being conducive to talking late into the night. Not here, where there was a perfectly good guest futon.
Come to think of it, why *was* Ken at his house? He thought for sure he had said he would catch the last train home.
A flash of him begging Ken to stay, Ken giving him one of those exasperated smiles where he knew Ken was just pleased as punch inside but struggling to say it, clacking teeth and lips, the way Ken tasted like a pleasant mix of hard alcohol and strawberries as he delved into his mouth had him sitting bolt upright, and it was only then he realized that Ken was *naked* under the sheets.
Daisuke jumped out of the bed, forcing himself to confront the fact that he was *also naked*, trying not to spiral into a panic about how little he could remember and how it looked. He grabbed some random clothes and bolted to the shower room, needing to get himself together and hopefully try and piece some more memories into place.
He couldn’t have done it. He *didn’t*. That would make him - *awful*. It was Ken’s first time drinking, and if he’d taken advantage of that, he didn’t know what he would do.
Bile worked its way up his throat and he was lucky he was heading to the bathroom anyway because at that moment his body decided to expel the last of the poison inside it.
As he panted into the toilet, Daisuke tried to calm down. He didn’t *remember* doing much more than kissing Ken, maybe they’d just gotten - naked and then stopped. That could be salvaged. Especially if Ken didn’t remember being kissed.
His memories took on a darker tinge, Ken’s head lolling back and forth and barely coherent as Daisuke dove in and took more and more from him and *god* even that was *awful* what had he been thinking -
He hadn’t been thinking very much at all. That was kind of the point of getting drunk, wasn’t it.
He ducked into the shower room proper, clicking the glass door shut as he turned the water on maximum heat. He checked his body, finding incriminating bits of dry stickiness over his abdomen and groin, leaning against the wall of the shower as he soaped the evidence off.
Had he - *penetrated* Ken? Maybe he’d just come on both of them. That would be *bad*, Ken would have every right to want to distance from him, but maybe they could salvage something of their friendship from it. He could beg Ken’s forgiveness and Ken would give it to him because he was such a kind, generous person, and of course Daisuke didn’t *mean* to do - it.
That was really just a little white lie. Of course Daisuke hadn’t *meant* to do it like this. Ken wouldn’t have to know he’d *wanted* to do things with Ken for years. He could pretend it was all the alcohol, doing shit to both of them.
He washed away the salty tracks running down his cheeks and finished up, dressing to go back, assess the damage he’d done again.
Ken was just waking up as he entered his room, closing the door with a resounding click. Ken turned on his side and fluttered his eyes open, his chest glistening in the sunrise even as he hissed and shielded his sensitive eyes from the glaring light.
“Daisuke?” Ken’s voice cracked and Daisuke brought over the glass of water and eve-a he’d picked up from the kitchen.
“These’ll help with the headache.”
“Thank you.” Ken looked at him with that grateful smile he always gave him for the simplest, easiest kindnesses and Daisuke had to turn away, making a pretense of closing the curtain a bit tighter.
He wondered if Ken had *noticed* anything yet. If he was just as sticky and messy under the covers as Daisuke had been. If he was *worse*.
He sat down at his desk, nerves preventing him from breaching the topic. He should say something, *anything*, not being a coward like this.
But Ken was going to leave, probably forever if he were being honest, and he wanted to at least memorize the way he fit in his bed before that.
“Daisuke...do you remember what happened last night...” And Ken ended up far braver than him anyway.
“Not much.” Daisuke clenched his fists over his knees, trying to be as honest as possible. Ken deserved that. “I think...I did some...stuff....”
To his surprise, Ken’s hand covered his own, and he looked up to find him sitting on the very edge of his bed, *smiling* at him. “Thank you.”
Daisuke’s heart hammered in his chest, earning a flicker of concern on Ken’s face as he felt their patterns skip over the top of their connection. Then his face fell, red as his locks of blue-back shimmering hair hid it from Daisuke’s gaze.
“...Are you upset?”
Was *he* upset? Was **he** upset? “I’m so sorry, Ken. I shouldn’t have had so much to drink, then I wouldn’t have - “
“ - you didn’t - you - *wanted* to, right?”
“It was wrong. I shouldn’t have even *kissed* you, let alone - “
“ - *I* kissed *you*.” Ken cut him off, and Daisuke could hear the faintest bit of a sniffle at the end.
This was rapidly spiraling out of his control. But he couldn’t let Ken cry. “Please don’t be sad. I’ll make it up to you, make it better.”
He cupped Ken’s face and lifted it so he could see him again, see his watery eyes brimming with life, their brilliant blue wider than usual with the after-effects.
Ken chewed his lip, pausing for far longer than he thought he would. “So...you’ll kiss me again?”
His heart skipped a beat. Of all the ways he’d thought of this going in the shower, this wasn’t one of them.
Kissing Ken was the only thing he’d wanted to do for a long time.
“You - you *want* me to?”
“Will you - make love to me again? To be honest... I can’t remember it that well, either. I want to remember it.”
He couldn’t deny Ken anything after that.
Disaster First Date
on 2020-04-21 10:37 pm (UTC)Friends With Benefits
on 2020-04-21 10:46 pm (UTC)Catching Feelings
on 2020-07-04 05:09 am (UTC)Catching Feelings (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24083680)
Childhood Proposal
on 2020-04-21 11:03 pm (UTC)Fill
on 2020-04-27 04:42 am (UTC)It surprises Ken at first, how willing Daisuke is to just -be- with him sometimes. Daisuke is lightning in a bottle, all energy and noise, so the fact he'll settle so quietly by Ken's side every so often is a mystery to him. Not that he minds, of course, but. But.
He tucks his hair behind his ear and turns the page of his book, glancing over where Daisuke is sprawled on the floor next to him with a comic. It's nice in ways Ken didn't realise sharing space with another person could be nice, before Daisuke slipped his fingers directly into his soul and curled them around his heart. That touch is always there; never quite as intense as the very first time their partners merged together, but indelible nontheless, and Ken finds himself wondering if Daisuke can just always sense his heartbeat, sense the gentle, sleepy rhythm that means he just needs some quiet time to decompress. It'd explain how he always seems to know when Ken needs him to be still, but Ken isn't exactly ready to examine what that might mean just yet. Maybe soon.
When he glances over again, Daisuke is staring at him with the full force of his not inconsiderable intensity, and it’s all Ken can do not to squirm under the weight of it. He was used to attention, before, but attention from people who cared about what he could do and attention from Daisuke, who cares about -him-, are extremely different things. He feels warm deep in his stomach, and it’s terrifying and lovely all at once. “What?” he says, only a little sharp.
Daisuke is shameless, and doesn’t stop staring like he could take him apart. “Please marry me.”
Only the intense earnestness in his voice stops Ken from barking out a laugh as his knee-jerk reaction. “Excuse me?”
Daisuke scrambles to sit up and take Ken’s hands in his, laying his book aside gently. “I’ve been thinking a lot, you know, about…” he waves one hand before placing it back around Ken’s. “About you, and me, and how important it feels that… you’re always here with me, and that should never change. And I was talking to Wormmon--”
“Wormmon? About -marrying- me?” Ken’s heart grabs at his throat, and of course he’s only imagining that the pulse in Daisuke’s wrists is matching it.
“Yeah!” he says, like it should be obvious. “Wormmon was explaining to me how important you are, and how it makes him happy that you’re bonded forever and he’ll always be yours. So I said, it’s almost like you’re married…”
Ken squeezed Daisuke’s hands a little tighter. Wormmon really would always be his, and he’d always belong to Wormmon the same way. It was in the fabric of who they were, in the crest they shared that tied them together deeper than blood and deeper than any idea of… of -marriage-.
But… Daisuke wanted that, too? With him? Like him and Wormmon? The scoff was on the tip of his tongue, the idea that Daisuke could ever come close to what Wormmon is to him. But the memories of Daisuke’s heart wrapped around his are right there, beating together even as Wormmon and Veemon speak with one voice, and maybe…
Maybe.
“And I can’t imagine you not being here forever, too. So it makes sense, right? Marry me, and we can always be together. Just like this.” Daisuke’s words come out in a rush.
“Daisuke,” Ken says, soft and gentle as he can even though his heart is still racing. “Daisuke, do you even know what that means. We’re not even… we haven’t…”
“I know,” he says seriously. “I know in my heart that it’ll always be you. I know there’s a chance you feel the same.” With that he lifts his hand, still twined with Ken’s, and presses them together against Ken’s chest. “I might not know a lot of things, but I know that. So. Will you?”
“What?” Ken says, a little dazed, distracted by the warmth of their joined hands over his heart, thinking perhaps he should pull away but utterly unable to.
“Marry me. Will you marry me?”
Ken sucks in a breath. There’s no talking around it, because Daisuke is relentless and fierce and he wants an answer. In that moment, Ken wishes the uncertain, nervous staccato of his heart could speak to the palm of Daisuke’s hand instead. But if Daisuke can expose this much of his insides, maybe Ken can be a little brave in return, for him.
He squeezes the hand held to his chest, so Daisuke can’t pull away, so Daisuke doesn’t -think- he should pull away. “There are a lot of things that are supposed to come before getting married, Daisuke,” he says softly, mind suddenly racing over what all those things -are-.
Daisuke nods very slowly. “Should I… ask you to be my boyfriend first, maybe?”
And Ken does laugh, but it’s a bright, cathartic thing. His heart is exploding. He can’t do this. Except that, with Daisuke’s hand held tight in his and their souls sewn together with digital threads, he -can-. “You can. I… I will. I mean, I would. Be your… boyfriend.”
Daisuke lights up like a star on fire at night, leaning in over their clasped hands to press a soft, eager kiss to the very corner of Ken’s mouth. It only lasts a second, but Ken can still feel it there, like a precious secret. Daisuke shifts, flopping back down on the floor close enough to press against Ken’s leg. “You’re everything, Ken,” he says as he picks up his comic, like it’s something flippant and not something that makes Ken’s entire heart clench. “But boyfriend is good for now.”
Ken watches him for a little longer, mind and heart buzzing with an energy that wasn’t there fifteen minutes earlier, the kiss still tucked at the corner of his mouth. “Daisuke?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you ask me again, when we’re older? To marry you, I mean.”
Daisuke looks up at him, and grins.
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on 2020-04-21 11:10 pm (UTC)FILL: simple & sweet chapter 2
on 2021-04-13 05:29 pm (UTC)In ten years...
on 2020-04-21 11:11 pm (UTC)Nip Nops
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18+ por favor my crops are dyin g...
A Fill
on 2020-04-27 02:20 am (UTC)There was just something about Ken’s nipples that made them a constant distraction to Daisuke. Maybe it had to do with the general newfound obsession he had with the fact he was allowed to see Ken topless, naked, and touch him however he wanted to (there were many, many ways he wanted to); enjoy all the new little reactions he was learning to coax out of Ken. Maybe it had to do with how different they were to his own… his were small and dark brown, firm studs when they got hard. Ken’s nipples, though, were soft and dusky and pale like the rest of him, and never seemed to get hard, just puffy and swollen and flushed. And, well, Daisuke liked it well enough when Ken touched his, it felt nice, but it never made his breath catch or his toes curl and his whole body shudder the way Ken did.
So, it was probably inevitable that they’d end up in this sort of situation eventually, with Daisuke between Ken’s splayed thighs, admiring the arch of his back and shivers in his belly as he licked teasingly at his cock, just getting started. But he’s distracted, by the swell of Ken’s nipples, glistening from his own spit where he’d spent ten minutes sucking them before continuing down. So he says, breathless, “You should play with them while I blow you.”
Ken blinks down at him, pushing strands of hair out of his stupidly pretty eyes. “Huh?”
“Your nipples,” Daisuke charges on. “Touch them. You like it, right?”
Ken bites his lip, and Daisuke can’t miss how much harder he’s suddenly breathing. “... yes.”
Daisuke sits up, reaching for Ken’s hands where they’re curled against the bed. “Make yourself feel good for me?” He leans down and kisses each nipple as he sets Ken’s fingers on it, lingering long enough to feel the rapid pulse of Ken’s heart under his mouth and echoing through him like it always does even when they're not touching, encouraging him to stroke and tug. “Yeah. Like that.”
Ken’s teeth are buried in his lip when Daisuke shifts back down between his legs, his hips jerking up a little in a brand new way. His eyes are closed now but he doesn’t stop, lovely fingers working over his own nipples like he’s never thought to try it before, and maybe he hasn’t. When Daisuke drops his head to take Ken in his mouth, he keeps his eyes up on that sight, drinks in the way Ken pinches harder as he sucks, the way he kicks out his feet and--
They’ve been trying these things together long enough now that Daisuke likes to think he’s pretty decent at being able to read when Ken’s about to come and either pull off or be ready to swallow, but the swiftness of Ken’s orgasm seems to take them both by surprise. Daisuke chokes just a little, ending up with come half on his face and half dribbled all over Ken’s still spasming belly, and they look at each other for a long moment before Daisuke wipes his face carelessly with one hand and wriggles insistently up to nuzzle and bite at Ken’s ear.
“Do you think,” he says, happy and adoring and so in love, grinding against Ken’s hip, “maybe. You could come just from that? Just from us touching your nipples until you can’t take it anymore?”
Ken laughs, a little nervous but mostly just husky in the best possible way, running his hand down Daisuke’s spine to encourage his thrusts against him. “I… uhm. Maybe? I’d let you try.”
And that's all it takes for Daisuke to come.
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