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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!

Comments

FILL - not ready for the afterglow (7/7)

[(Anonymous)]

Ken's face split into a wide smile the moment he opened the door, and Daisuke dove inside the Ichijouji apartment before he'd even moved out of the way.

He clasped his hand with Ken's, kicking his shoes off in the genkan, and they moved toward Ken's bedroom without a word. Daisuke barely acknowledged Mr. and Mrs. Ichijouji as they passed the entryway into the living room, too jittery with the need to be close to Ken to register Mrs. Ichijouji welcoming him.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Ken yanked his hand toward the ladder, and they climbed up to the bed.

Chibimon bounced down from the top of his head to join Wormmon, and they started giggling and snuggling close without hesitation, needing that physical contact as much as Daisuke and Ken did.

Daisuke tore off his shirt, and Ken followed suit, fingers trembling as they ripped at the buttons, and they entangled themselves under the covers, their legs interlinking, their bodies slotting together so they were chest to chest, heart to heart. He wrapped his arms around Ken's narrow waist so he couldn't move away—not that he wanted to.

Ken's vacation had lasted most of summer vacation, and the new semester was going to start soon. They didn't have much time now.

They'd been apart for too long, forced to separate, and the moment Ken had emailed him to say they'd gotten home this morning, Daisuke had grabbed Chibimon and raced to the station. The train ride to Tamachi was tedious and slow, but he really didn't need to get scolded by Ken and Koushiro and the others again for having Chibimon evolve for "unnecessary" reasons.

Daisuke hardly thought riding Lighdramon to Ken's apartment building to get there as soon as possible was "unnecessary," but no one else would see it that way.

He'd actually run all the way from the station, and he was eternally grateful the Ichijoujis didn't live far from Tamachi Station.

And now that he was here, now that he was holding Ken in his arms, now that he could feel his heartbeat pounding against his chest, Daisuke had no interest in letting him go again.

"I missed you," Ken murmured, tucking his head into Daisuke's neck. His breath spanned across the freshly revealed skin, and he clutched Daisuke close, his grip shaky but firm. "Missed feeling you like this."

It didn't take long for their hearts to match, for them to pulse together as one, and Daisuke held Ken tighter, ran his fingers up and down Ken's spine to feel him quiver in his embrace.

"Missed you too," he mumbled, burying his face in Ken's soft hair, inhaling the soft sweet scent.

He always missed Ken when they were apart, missed feeling him even when they were together but not touching, missed the reassuring thump inside his chest when their heartbeats weren't synchronized. There was nothing about Ken he didn't miss when they couldn't be pressed together like this, but this summer had been pure torture, even with the emails and phone calls, contacting each other however they could.

Ken slipped his hand around, sliding it beneath him to press to his spine and feel his heartbeat through his back too. He sighed happily when he found it, when he could feel it through one more avenue.

Every part of his body was on fire where they touched, but something about that, about Ken seeking him out, about Ken missing him, needing him, made Daisuke's chest ache with a different kind of longing, with a need unfulfilled by the hours they spent entangled and undressed. Arousal pulsed through him with their conjoined hearts, and he could feel Ken's hard length digging into his thigh, wanted to touch him and make him gasp and moan, but there was so much more he wanted.

"Daisuke…"

Ken nuzzled into his neck, darted out his tongue to taste the salt of his neck, and shimmied his hips so his arousal was impossible to ignore.

Daisuke gripped at his waist, his calloused fingers clutching at soft flesh, and mumbled Ken's name. He wanted to say more, do more, but his touch was more than enough to make Ken sigh and roll his hips—and Daisuke couldn't resist rocking back into him. A low moan reverberated against Daisuke's throat, and Ken panted as he latched onto the crook of his neck, sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh. Daisuke groaned, gripping Ken harder and ground his groin up into Ken's hip, drawing another gasping moan from Ken's perfect lips.

Dizzy with arousal, Daisuke melted into the tantalizing rhythm, and their bodies blended together until he couldn't tell them apart, until he couldn't distinguish their physical forms.

He didn't want to.

He wanted them to become as synchronized as their heartbeats, to fade into each other until he was Ken and Ken was him and they were each other and nothing else mattered. Vision blurring, he rocked up into Ken, moaning at the way Ken's body thrust back, meeting him with every pulse of their hearts.

And every throb of Ken's heart echoed the same desire—to be together like this every second they could, to be together in every way imaginable for eternity, to be together and inseparable.

"Ken, Ken, Ken," he panted again and again, and Ken slowly pulled back to meet his gaze with shimmering amethyst eyes and parted lips. "Do you want to—? Have you ever thought about…?"

Ken blinked at him, as if looking at him through a fog. "Hmm?"

Daisuke rocked harder into Ken, smashed their bodies together until he gasped and Ken was so flushed he must've been on the cusp. "Can I k-kiss you?"

For a painful moment, Ken stared at him with big dilated eyes, panting, his whole body shaking. Dark with arousal, those eyes darted down to his lips, then back up, and he closed the distance between them, smashed their mouths together and kissed him until Daisuke couldn't breathe—which didn't take much.

Daisuke came almost immediately.

He groaned into Ken's mouth, hips rocking through the waves of pleasure, unwilling to stop until Ken felt this powerful euphoria too, until Ken was overwhelmed and overwrought.

It only took a moment.

Ken whimpered and kissed Daisuke frantically as he slipped over the edge, and despite his encroaching exhaustion, Daisuke kissed him with all the power and fervor he possessed, reveling in the way their lips fit together as perfectly as every other part of them.

They rocked together, bodies and mouths locked in their embrace, slowly losing momentum as the afterglow pulsed through their bodies and began to fade.

Daisuke clung to him, refusing to part even after they'd stopped moving, refusing to do anything but kiss Ken, the rhythm of their matching heartbeats pulsing through his veins. He never wanted to let Ken go again, never wanted to be away from him, never wanted to stop touching him and kissing him now that he'd finally dared enough to ask. He wanted to be with Ken like this always, their hearts and bodies and mouths completely in sync. Nothing else mattered.

A soft pleased moan sent vibrations through his mouth, and Ken nipped at his bottom lip before breaking the kiss and pulling away.

Daisuke met his dazed eyes with an aching need he didn't know how to put into words, didn't know how to explain, but he didn't have to. Even in the haze of his afterglow, Ken could read him, could understand him without difficulty, could feel his intentions in the beat of their hearts, and he tugged his hand free to trace his soft finger pads along the side of Daisuke's face, a gentle reverence there, and wipe at his stinging eyes before they continued down.

"You're staying the night," Ken mumbled, his fingertips pausing over Daisuke's lips.

It was a question but not a question—they both knew there was no way Daisuke was leaving now that he was here, at least not for a couple days. He'd stay as long as he could, until the new semester started and he had to leave.

Then, Ken chewed his lip, already pink and puffy from their kisses, and his eyes focused on Daisuke's mouth in turn. "You didn't bring pajamas."

Or anything else really.

He hadn't paused to think before bolting out of the apartment. All he had with him was the clothes on his back, his D-3 and D-Terminal, his wallet and keys, and Chibimon. There hadn't been time to think about anything but getting to Ken as soon as possible.

Daisuke sent him a sheepish smile, and Ken pushed forward to capture his mouth in a kiss again as his hand swept down, down, down and between them to tug at the button and zipper of his cargo shorts. "I'm sure we'll figure something out," he mumbled against Daisuke's lips, already nudging the heavy fabric over one hip.