A kinkmeme for Digimon Adventure

Ken’s alarm blared into space, shredding the dreamscape like tissue paper as Ken was ripped away and back to reality, harder than he had ever been with the endorphins of what his mind had just played and morning wood creating a cocktail of rushing blood. His face flushed hot, and he kicked the blankets off, earning a concerned look from Wormmon as he awoke as well.
“Ken-chan? What’s wrong? Did you...have a nightmare?”
“No, no, not a - not a nightmare.” Kind of. It hadn’t ended as one, had ended very differently from his nightmares usually did.
He could still see the images of Daisuke taking control, his blissed out face when he came inside of him. He was supposed to see the real Daisuke in a few hours, and now all Ken could think about was Daisuke naked on top of him.
He had to get away. Think about anything else. He scrambled down his ladder only to hear the buzzing of his phone.
It was a message from Daisuke.
You okay? I felt your heart pounding...do you want me to come over before school?
Ken’s mouth watered at the thought of Daisuke materializing out of his desktop, seeing Ken’s current predicament, and helping out. Touching him in this reality and bringing Ken to a climax like he’d never felt before. He could see his chest starting to burn as well as he typed back.
I’m fine just woke up and gonna jog with Wormmon see you later!!!
It was too many exclamation points, but mirroring Daisuke was a comfortable pattern to fall into. He had to shower, had to stop thinking about what Daisuke could do to him.
Getting undressed and seeing the way his body reacted to the whole scene only made it worse. He closed his eyes and tried not to look as he touched himself, worked out the morning wood that was totally normal and not part of that dream, didn’t have to have anything to do with Daisuke saving him and taking him for himself.
Ken threw himself into his class work once he finally got to school, trying to keep ahead of the thoughts that kept looping back.
Daisuke had been so - so - forceful in his dream. He’d done exactly what Ken wanted, touched him so hard, turned his usual breaches into Ken’s personal space into something even more.
He wouldn’t - he wouldn’t just take Ken like that. It made him salivate at the thought of it happening even more.
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the flagging erection he was nursing on the train to Daisuke’s apartment, holding Wormmon in his lap and hoping no one would look too closely at him.
Daisuke answered the door two seconds after Ken had touched the buzzer, and he jumped back, nearly dropping Wormmon and revealing himself in the process.
“Hey! Welcome home, come on in!” Daisuke beamed at him with that wide open smile of his, and Ken could see just the tips of his teeth as they peaked out of his mouth, filled with the inexplicable desire to taste them and compare it to his dream.
He shuffled inside, toeing off his shoes as he followed Daisuke to his room. He had been to Daisuke’s house plenty. Nearly ever weekend since fifth grade he’d spent on this floor or outside in the living room. But now, he couldn’t find a spot to get comfortable.
Sitting next to Daisuke was where he was supposed to go. But Daisuke could touch him there, and Ken would let him, and that seemed suddenly dangerous now. He settled on the edge of Daisuke’s bed, a good foot between them, keeping Wormmon on his lap instead of letting him go to play with Chibimon like they always did.
“Ken?” Daisuke ate up the buffer Ken had made with a quick scoot over, his palm hitting the bedsheets behind Ken and unintentionally boxing him in. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Ken shook his head, giving Daisuke the most lackluster smile.
Daisuke, bless him, accepted Ken’s answer without question. He moved back and gave Ken at least a little room to breathe without breathing in Daisuke’s scent, and Ken gasped the fresh air in, taking a deep breath that had Daisuke raising an eyebrow at him as he stood.
“I rented a cool-looking anime for us! There’s time travel.” Daisuke ran to the living room, acting as normal as ever, but Ken’s heart skipped a beat.
He hoped the movie would distract him from how Daisuke would be beside him, in the dark, how close he would be.
He sat on the couch next to Daisuke, who held up the blanket on his lap in expectation for Ken to curl up like he always did, tuck his legs under himself and rest his head on Daisuke’s shoulder.
Ken always melted into the comfort of the position, Daisuke’s arm ostensibly on the back of the couch but inevitably holding Ken even closer, his thumb rubbing absently against Ken’s bicep. The very thought of that happening now made Ken’s face burn, how close it would be to Ken leaning up and connecting his lips with Daisuke’s, Daisuke’s hands on him gripping harder and leading down to his lap -
And then Daisuke was in front of him, his face too close, leaning over as the blanket fell off the couch completely. “Hello? You in there? We gonna watch the movie now?”
“S-sure.”
Ken took the blanket, finally freeing Wormmon from their job of protecting his lap from prying eyes, and curled up like he usually did, just leaning the other way into the armrest instead of Daisuke’s warm chest and soft side.
He tried to watch the movie, tried to pay attention, but he felt the weight of Daisuke continuously shifting his glance over, puzzling out Ken’s weird behavior.
He should act more normal. But that would involve being near Daisuke, and his body was still buzzing with the very idea of that. If Daisuke brushed against him - even accidentally - and he was - hard like this -
Daisuke stopped the movie.
“Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Daisuke stood and landed his fists on his waist, eyeing Ken up and down before shifting to reach a hand towards Ken. “You can tell me.”
Ken recoiled, stopping Daisuke’s hand in its tracks, not making it to his long bangs.
Daisuke hovered just a second before scooping up Ken’s face, threading his hands through his bangs and tucking them back like he always did. “Please, Ken. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
Ken sighed into the connection, Daisuke’s palm resting against his cheek and making him uncomfortably aware of his own skin, contrasted so heavenly by Daisuke’s own. He didn’t glow out here, but he might as well be with the heat coming off him.
He wanted Daisuke to kiss him, to erase every other unwanted touch he’d received with his own, wanted to be laid down in Daisuke’s bed and loved and cherished over every inch.
Daisuke’s face loomed, possibly even closer than before, and it would be so easy to lift his chin, get to taste his chapped lips.
“Talk to me?”
“I dreamt about you.”
Daisuke’s serious expression broke into a quizzical smile. “Me? What about me?”
“I don’t remember.” He lied. It was fracture and broken, like dreams always were, but he remembered the joy, the need for Daisuke to come inside him.
Daisuke slid onto the couch next to him, his knees knocking against Ken’s thigh through the blanket.
“You’re super hot. Was it...embarrassing or something?”
He was too busy zooming in on how Daisuke crowded into his space, far too close to where he pulsed in his pants, spurred on by Daisuke’s hand sweeping down across his neck and to his back, pulling their chests closer, but Daisuke didn’t wait for a response anyway.
“Dreams are weird sometimes. You can tell me, I promise I won’t laugh! What did I do?”
Ken closed his eyes, cringed away but he could still feel the way Daisuke bled into his space, the way his legs spread open as the blanket dipped in between them to accommodate Daisuke climbing half into his lap.
“It - it was a.... sex dream.” He half hoped he had been too quiet to hear, that Daisuke would know he answered but not know the contents, would accept that as enough to get off him and give him some space and time to sit and think about something other than Daisuke ripping this blanket off and climbing fully into his lap.
The way Daisuke stilled, his hands divesting themselves from Ken’s shoulders and the weight of his knee no longer resting between Ken’s thighs, were proof enough he had heard.
“Oh, uh. Uh.”
Ken braced as he opened his eyes, ready for a look of disgust and horror, but instead Daisuke looked calm, maybe even curious.
“Well, I mean, that happens all the time, right? We’re teenagers!” Daisuke swung his arms around in emphasis, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as much as Ken.
But he would take it.
“...Yeah. I guess.”
“We don’t have to let it make things weird! It was just a dream, right?”
A dream Ken realized now he desperately wanted to be a reality. Daisuke relaxed back into the couch, not quite touching Ken but closer to his end than the other, his arm up and waiting for Ken to crawl into his usual spot.
Like it really didn’t have to be weird. Ken shifted to lean in, settling where he belonged, his hand reaching up to cover Daisuke’s chest and the heart beating in the back of his mind.
He didn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, far too focused on the minute changes in the beat under his hand, the electricity when Daisuke held him, the comfort of having a place he belonged here beside him.
Neither of them mentioned it again, until it was time to go to sleep. Ken stopped in the middle of Daisuke’s bedroom, putting out the futon like he did every week, to look up at Daisuke tucked into his bed.
“Daisuke?”
“Hmm?” Daisuke turned to look at him, the sheets molding around his leg as he bent his knee into the air.
“What if... what if I don’t want it to be just a dream?”
Daisuke rested his cheek on his hand so cutely, a slight frown on his face. “What?”
“What if...I like you? Like that?” Ken stopped looking at Daisuke, staring at his own wringing hands and wondering why the fuck he’d said that.
Why he’d done any of that.
The silence seemed to stretch for hours, and Ken held in a sob. That was answer enough, wasn’t it? He grabbed his bag and made for the front door, determined to make an exit even if it couldn’t be graceful at this point.
“Wait!” Daisuke caught his arm halfway down the hallway, forcing him to a halt.
He turned back to see Daisuke tearing up as well, beating himself up for doing something that made Daisuke cry.
“You didn’t let me answer.” He cupped the back of Ken’s head and pulled him down into a kiss.
Ken stood in such shock that he didn’t even respond, not to open his mouth, not to kiss back, just stock still in the middle of the quiet Motomiya apartment while Daisuke’s very real, very soft lips touched his. He bugged his eyes out when Daisuke pulled away, a few flecks of tears still on his cheek but very much smiling.
“I...like you too.”
Ken didn’t know what to do with his hands. He rarely did, even when Daisuke crawled all over him when they were just friends, not - whatever he’d just stumbled into. But he knew he wanted to get a redo on that kiss.
He mirrored Daisuke’s hold in his hair, relishing in the way his curls surrounded and absorbed him, and covered Daisuke’s mouth again, this time participating, responding to the gentle movements of Daisuke’s smacking lips against his own, the barest hint of wet mixing with his own too-full mouth.
“Hey.” Daisuke pulled back just enough to whisper to Ken, voice all deep rumbles that he’d been using on Ken since forever and he only now realized how much it affected him, his whole body wound tight. “Let’s go to bed?”