A kinkmeme for Digimon Adventure

it’s intoxicating, the scent that wafts from ken’s head whenever he turns it, his glossy curtain of hair swinging around his delicate face with the floral fragrance of an early spring breeze. daisuke smells it all over the sheets when his mom orders him to strip them after their sleepover, and it quickly drives him mad with desire. with his face smashed into the pillow ken used, drinking in his honeysuckle scent, daisuke can almost believe he’s still there, believe his nose is buried in those silky locks and his hips are bucking into his prone body instead of a mound of blankets that are really going to need a wash once he’s finished mingling their scents with a splash of his own citrus tang.