(*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
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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!
(UNDERAGE) EXPERIMENTATION
on 2021-02-03 02:04 pm (UTC)Age: young enough to not know much about sex yet or have any experience. (Therefore: No penetration stuff pls, just touching/kissing. But blowjobs & ejaculation welcome)
FILL - not ready for the afterglow (1/?)
on 2021-04-16 08:54 pm (UTC)Daisuke chewed his lip, trying to keep his stupid mouth shut before he said something weird and bad and wrong.
This was the first time Ichijouji had ever been over, the first time he'd spent the night, and the last thing he wanted to do was something weird to make Ichijouji not to want to be his friend anymore.
"Hey, Ichijouji?"
Still, Daisuke had never been very good at keeping his mouth shut.
But maybe, just maybe, Ichijouji had fallen asleep already and hadn't even heard him.
"Hmm?"
Daisuke shifted to face the room, to look down at Ichijouji Ken curled up on the futon on his bedroom floor—the fact was still overwhelming him, that Ichijouji was here—and built up the courage to speak.
"I, um, I was just wondering if you…if you ever thought about it?"
"You're not making sense, Motomiya," Ichijouji said in his soft voice, all delicate and kind and pretty. "Thought about what?"
He took a deep breath before shoving the blankets back and dropping to the floor beside the futon, and Ichijouji pushed up into a sitting position too, curiosity etched on his face. "About…our hearts?" He whispered the last two words, too scared to say it loud and make it awkward, to act like it meant something.
Even in the dark of night, Daisuke could see the flush rise to Ichijouji's cheeks. "S-sometimes," he admitted in a hushed voice. "It's weird, right?"
Daisuke nodded, probably a bit too emphatically, but the thought that Ichijouji thought about their hearts, thought about the way they synchronized and connected during Jogress, thought about how they could feel each other, spurred him on and he pushed closer, scooting onto the futon too. "Do you think we could…could I touch it?"
Ichijouji's breath hitched, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips till they glistened, drawing Daisuke's eyes more than he thought anyone's mouth could. "Okay."
Emboldened and more eager than he'd ever admit, Daisuke pressed even closer, slid under the covers with Ichijouji and reached out a tentative hand to lay over Ichijouji's heart. The spastic rhythm nearly matched his own, and they synchronized after only a few beats, and Daisuke sighed happily, resting his forehead against Ichijouji's stiff shoulder.
He wanted to do more, to be close with him like this, to feel more of him, but he didn't know how to say that without it sounding off, without making it weird. He wanted to stay here in the same bed and fall asleep to the sound of Ichijouji's heartbeat. He wanted to wake up to it too, to wake up those pretty glistening lips and maybe learn what they felt like.
He wanted to be close to Ichijouji, as close as Ichijouji would let him be.
"Motomiya?"
It took a moment to register Ichijouji's voice, to notice anything but their synchronized rhythm and the way their hearts were so intertwined even now outside of Jogress.
"Yeah?" he panted, suddenly aware of how emotional, how breathless he'd gotten.
Ichijouji was staring at him with big dark eyes, excited and maybe even happy, but there was also fear there, and Daisuke knew he had to pull away. He couldn't open up his pajamas and feel his heartbeat closer like he wanted to, couldn't press their mouths together to see if Ichijouji tasted as good as his heartbeat felt.
Heat rose to his cheeks, and he withdrew, putting more space between them, retreating all the way back to his own bed even though he didn't want to go. "Thanks," he mumbled.
On the futon, Ichijouji gave a short nod before drawing the blankets up to his chin and rolling away, showing him his back, curling up in a protective position.
Daisuke dropped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He pressed his palm over his own heart, focused on the way it thudded hard against his palm, and wished it were Ichijouji's instead.
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (1/?)
on 2021-04-16 09:00 pm (UTC)I love them. I love how they're baby pining and gos the descriptions and aaaa when their hearts match AAAAAA they SHOULD KISS DAISUKE U FOOL
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (1/?)
on 2021-04-16 10:05 pm (UTC)Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (1/?)
on 2021-04-17 07:28 am (UTC)FILL - not ready for the afterglow (2/?)
on 2021-04-17 06:42 pm (UTC)Anticipation and excitement made his stomach gurgle…or maybe he was hungry—he'd been too nervous to eat before coming over, though Chibimon had eaten enough for the both of them.
Sitting next to him, his legs tucked underneath him, Ken sent him a nervous glance. "Uh, Motomiya, would you like a snack?"
Daisuke forced himself to stop shaking his leg and glanced over to meet his gaze. "Oh, no, don't worry about it, Ken. I'm fine," he insisted, grinning through it.
If Ken went to grab him a snack, that meant Ken would leave, and then they'd have to start this awkwardness all over again.
The last time they'd been completely alone together, Ken had slept at his home, in his room, on his floor. He'd been able to look down at him on that futon, to see his pretty hair fanning out over the pillow, watch his chest rise and fall in his borrowed pajamas, his fingers itching to splay out over his chest and feel his heartbeat. He'd gotten to touch it then, gotten to feel the throbbing muscle inside his chest like when they Jogressed, and he'd gotten high off that feeling.
Daisuke's fingers were itching to bridge the distance and feel his heartbeat again now, to touch his chest and never stop touching it.
Something thumped behind them.
He glanced back to find Chibimon and Wormmon rolling around on the floor, giggling. At least they fell in together easily, no awkward tension, no wondering if it was okay to touch him, no wanting to be close but being too nervous to say anything.
"Um, do you want to watch a movie?" Ken asked, eyes darting toward him, then behind him to where their partners were thoroughly entangled. His eyes grew bigger, darker, at the sight, and his cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "We could go put something on the TV…"
Daisuke grinned. "Sure!"
He followed Ken out of his bedroom and plopped down right in the middle of the couch, grabbing the nearby woven blanket and wrapping himself up in it to get comfortable while Ken bent down and fiddled with the VCR. He slid a tape into the player, but Daisuke couldn't stop staring at the soft arch of his back, the bit of lower back revealed as his shirt rode up, the curve of his hips, how long his legs looked in the drawstring pants he'd donned for comfort once they'd gotten back from the train station.
Disappointment coiled in his stomach when Ken rose and turned around to join him on the couch—but it quickly faded the moment Ken glanced at the available space and settled down beside him. Not that Daisuke had left him much room, but he'd half-expected Ken to sit on the floor rather than sit close enough they were touching.
But they were touching.
Daisuke wanted to wrap around him and slide his hand under his shirt to feet his heartbeat, to hold Ken in his arms until he had to go home tomorrow afternoon. He wanted Ken under the blanket with him, their bodies entangled and pressed together the way Chibimon and Wormmon had joined together so happily the moment they'd had arrived.
"Want some blanket?"
He held the woven blanket up, and Ken inclined his head with a little smile, tucking some loose strands of hair behind his ear before tugging the bit of blanket over his lap. He even scooted closer so it covered more of him, that cute pink blush coloring his cheeks as he mumbled, "Thank you, Daisuke."
Daisuke couldn't help throwing his arm over the back of the couch—almost like he was holding Ken without actually touching him—and positively beamed at the soft way Ken had said his name.
He didn't say it often, didn't usually venture away from calling him Motomiya, but there were moments—quiet moments like this, when they were alone—when he'd say Daisuke, all sweet and delicate like his name was precious, and something inside Daisuke responded with immeasurable pleasure, pure excitement, and something akin to pride. He loved when Ken said his name, when he felt comfortable enough to fully relax and be himself.
The movie started, the music soft and melodic, but Daisuke was only aware of how Ken shifted farther into his space, slowly closing the distance between them.
"Have you seen this before?" Ken asked, glancing his way before drawing his legs up onto the couch under the blanket and bending them so he curled in Daisuke's direction, his knees brushing Daisuke's thigh. "I don't watch many movies, but this is one of my favorites."
Daisuke chewed his lip—he hadn't even looked at the TV yet, hadn't noticed what movie Ken had put on. "Uh, I'm not sure."
Ken hummed thoughtfully, looking more and more relaxed, and then leaned back so his dark hair tickled the inside of Daisuke's elbow. "I hope you like it."
"I'll love it," he declared, not leaving any room for argument, so sure of himself because how could he ever not love something that Ken loved? The thought was incomprehensible.
A little puff of laughter tumbled from Ken's lips, and he turned to Daisuke with a fond smile, amusement and skepticism etched in his glittering eyes. "Thank you for coming over to play," he murmured, his cheeks flushing. "I wasn't sure if you'd accept, and I'm, I'm glad you did."
Daisuke frowned. "Of course I accepted! I love playing with you." He slid his arm down just a bit, nudging it between Ken's head and the back of the couch till it was hooked loosely around Ken's neck, his golden tones contrasting with Ken's normally pale (and suddenly scarlet) skin. "I'll come over anytime you want! And I-I hope you like playing with me too."
To his surprise, Ken didn't pull away from the open affection; instead, he scooted in more and leaned over to lay his head against Daisuke's shoulder, molding himself to his side. "I do, Daisuke."
Chest constricting with joy, Daisuke wrapped his arm around Ken's narrow frame, held him tight, maybe even dragged him just a little bit closer so there was no space separating them, and Ken sighed and melted into him—he even lifted a hesitant hand and placed it over the front of Daisuke's T-shirt.
His heart hammered inside his chest, harder now knowing that Ken could feel it, knowing that Ken wanted to feel it.
He stared at the top of Ken's head, the little bit of his face he could see from this angle, and then Ken turned and looked up at him, his royal-blue eyes so big and beautiful and absolutely mesmerizing. Daisuke had to stop himself from dipping low and slotting their mouths together and learning what that part of Ken felt like too.
"Can I?" he whispered.
Ken nodded. "Please."
Daisuke brought his free hand closer, pressed it flat over Ken's heart, and felt the same fast beat that filled his own chest. They were in sync, together just how he always wanted them to be, and he shut his eyes to feel the connection pulse and throb under his fingertips.
Ken was so close Daisuke could feel his quivering breath ghosting over his mouth and throat, and when Ken whispered his name, gentle and reverent like Ken wanted to honor and cherish and worship him, Daisuke's heart stuttered and he nearly broke down and covered Ken's mouth with his own.
Instead, he took a shaky breath, rested his cheek against the top of Ken's head, and tried to focus on the movie Ken had chosen without sacrificing the connection they'd forged, curled up in their conjoined space, their hands on each other's hearts.
He wanted to stay like this forever.
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (2/?)
on 2021-04-18 01:12 am (UTC)everything about this is so soft & sweet & precious & first baby love!!! watching a movie together (i wanna know what movie it was!), drifting closer together on the couch, CUDDLING, head on shoulder???? waaaah! they are so soft!!! they’re practically baby dating already, BLESS THEM... and the heart touch uhhh wow,, asking to touch and ken going please? & daisuke wants to kiss him sooo much bless... dont worry daisuke, i’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual
patiently awaiting more, assuming there will be more💖
FILL - not ready for the afterglow (3/?)
on 2021-04-18 11:43 pm (UTC)Finally, with a grumble, he paused the game and dropped the controller to the floor.
"Not going well?" Ken arched an eyebrow but didn't take his eyes off the book. "You should probably take a break, you know? You've been playing for hours."
Daisuke scowled at him, even though he couldn't see—it was Ken's fault, after all, that he couldn't focus. "Well, maybe you should take a break from your book," he mumbled, irritable. "You've been reading for hours."
Laughter flew from Ken's pink lips, and he arched his neck and leaned back to look at him properly. "And what would you have me do instead, Daisuke?"
Their eyes met, and Daisuke knew exactly what he wanted Ken to do.
Ken knew immediately too.
He slid his bookmark between the pages and let the hardback fall closed before setting it aside, and all too quickly, Ken was crawling into his lap, sliding between his legs and forcing him to stretch out and make room. He tucked his face into Daisuke's neck, pressed his palm flat to Daisuke's chest, and relaxed as Daisuke wrapped his arms around him and held him like he was precious and fragile.
Daisuke slipped his hand under Ken's arm to find his heartbeat too, to feel it thump against his palm, all slow and calm but picking up slightly from the surge in their connection.
He wanted to undo the buttons on his shirt and feel Ken's heart without barriers, to feel Ken's skin against his own, but no matter how many times they'd done this over the past six months, how many sleepovers they'd spent entangled in each other's arms, he still hadn't built up the nerve to ask.
Ken shivered under his touch and his breath quaked, but he pulled back to meet his gaze. "Daisuke?"
"Yeah?"
He hesitated, his lip caught between his teeth in a way that made Daisuke want to run his tongue over it. "Would it be all right…if you got closer?"
Daisuke blinked at him.
They were already practically sealed together. How much closer could they possibly get?
Ken's cheeks flushed a bright pink, and he reached up with his free hand to tug at the top button of his shirt. "Like this?"
Daisuke's breath hitched. "I can, I can help."
The lovely slender hand drew back, letting Daisuke take over, and he watched in awe as Ken tilted his head back, exposing his smooth neck and giving him more room. Daisuke tried not to tremble and shake as he undid each fastening of the sleek button-up, pure excitement making his whole body tense.
Ken shivered from the cold, goosebumps spreading across his flushed chest, but he let out a shaky breath, shaky but pleased, when Daisuke flattened his hand over his heart again.
The rhythm under his palm was insanely fast, the heart pounding hard against his hand, and Daisuke's sped up to match it.
"That's good," Ken murmured, his face and neck and chest absolutely red. "That feels good."
Daisuke vibrated with the need to touch more of him.
Ken's eyes fluttered shut, his head still tilted back, and he took slow deliberate breaths, like he had to be careful or he'd fall apart.
It just made Daisuke want to hold him tighter, to skim his hands over all his revealed flesh—and when Ken took a particularly deep, quivering breath, Daisuke couldn't resist jutting out one of his fingers and grazing one of Ken's cute pink nipples.
Ken gasped, and his body jerked in Daisuke's lap. His eyes flashed open, and he stared, breathless.
Daisuke stared back, his face flushing. "Uh, sorry, I just…"
But he didn't really have an excuse, or even a reason. He was curious, which was probably totally normal, and he'd never been very good at self-restraint.
"I-it's okay," Ken stammered, his flush growing impossibly deeper. "You just startled me. You can…do it again. If you want."
Something inside Daisuke's chest roared to action. He most definitely wanted.
Ken closed his eyes again the moment Daisuke slid his hand away from Ken's thudding heartbeat to feel more of him, to circle his nipple was a fingertip, drawing a violent shudder from Ken's quivering form, then a broken apology.
"Aaa-ah, sorry, sorry," he tried to say. "Just…sensitive."
Daisuke bit his lip and grazed it again, then went in closer and took the peak between his finger and thumb and pinched.
Ken gasped, and he blinked up at Daisuke through bleary eyes before shrugging the open shirt down his shoulders and draped himself across Daisuke's thigh, barely held up by the arm Daisuke still had wrapped around his waist. "Okay, you can, you can keep going."
That was more than enough permission for Daisuke.
He pinched again before moving to the other nipple and rubbing and pinching it too, reveling in the way Ken panted and gasped and writhed between his legs, in the way he clenched his splayed hand into a fist right over Daisuke's heart, his fingers gripping the shirt tight, his nails scraping Daisuke's skin through the fabric in the process. Daisuke watched with wide hungry eyes, soaking up every tiny sound, every powerful quiver, every little jerk of his hips.
He needed to feel Ken's heart too, so he withdrew his arm from Ken's waist, easing him down so his top half curved over his thigh, his neck and back arching down to the floor, his hair fluttering all around him like a halo, and Daisuke spread his hand flat over Ken's chest while the other continued exploring. He wanted to see and touch everything, and Ken kept sighing and gasping and shivering every time his fingertips found something new to tease.
Daisuke chewed his lip, feeling hot under his collar, as he trailed downward, feeling the taut muscles of Ken's flat stomach. He was all soft and smooth, and Daisuke could trace up the sides and feel all of his ribs, feel where they met the big flat bone protecting his precious heart. He moved back down, drawing a line down the middle of Ken's abdomen and dipping inside his belly button.
Ken's hips bucked, he let out a sharp gasp, and Daisuke's fingertips slid lower. He traced along the edge of Ken's waistband, thumbed at Ken's partially exposed hip bones until he gasped and writhed again. Daisuke wanted to slip under the hem and feel more skin.
The heart under his other hand was pulsing wildly, trying to push its way out of Ken's chest, but he held firm to keep it in place.
Apparently, he'd toyed with Ken's waistline too much because Ken pushed up, his abdomen tightening and scrunching up as he lifted his upper body to see, and released his grip on Daisuke's shirt to fiddle with the three buttons holding his pants in place. Daisuke's heart nearly stopped, but he slipped his hand inside Ken's pants the moment the buttons were undone to feel more of his hips, pushing the underwear down enough to expose them.
Ken gasped, his body rocking spastically under Daisuke's touch, drawing Daisuke's eyes to the bulge not even remotely hidden by tight pants.
He wanted to touch Ken there too, see if it felt as good for Ken as it felt when Daisuke touched himself there. But that was probably going too far, even if Ken had practically invited him when he'd undone his pants.
"Ken…"
The eyes that opened tried to focus on him, but the normally clear blue orbs were a gorgeous hazy amethyst and his lips parted with each heaving breath.
They stared at each other for what felt like a long time, Daisuke's hand still halfway down Ken's pants, his thumb caressing a hip bone and sending tremors up Ken's spine. Ken panted, and he grabbed at Daisuke's shirt again, this time yanking and pulling on it till Daisuke got the picture and withdrew from stroking Ken's soft flesh to remove the clothing from blocking Ken's touch.
Ken sighed with pleasure when he pressed his hand directly over Daisuke's heart a moment later, and Daisuke did the same, dropping his palm over Ken's powerful heartbeat and feeling the relief of their mutual touch wash over him.
He wanted to explore all of Ken's exposed body more, to feel his deliciously smooth skin and listen to more of those intoxicating sounds, but then Ken shifted and started trailing his other hand over his bare stomach, and Daisuke melted under his gentle fingertips.
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (3/?)
on 2021-04-19 01:07 am (UTC)1. the casual cuddling!!!!!
2. and what would you have me do instead? fucking cuddle into you even more like we were meant to fit together like that? *proceeds to do just that*
3. heart touch with shirt off and both of them being super into it and then surprise nipple touch!!! ken apologizing bc he’s so sensitive???? squirming & writhing while daisuke touches him??? HELLOOOO....
4. gaaah ken you can’t just OPEN YOUR PANTS, HELP......
5. daisuke wanting to touch but realizing it’s probably going too far, don’t worry you’ll get there!
bwaaaahhhh it’s all so great and they’re clearly so into & interested in each other, aaaggghhh this is just incredibly horny & delicious thank you so much....💖💖💖
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (3/?)
on 2021-04-19 08:33 am (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.
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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😂
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (4/?)
on 2021-04-21 07:27 am (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."
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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)FILL - not ready for the afterglow (6/?)
on 2021-04-26 09:04 pm (UTC)Ken had to go home in the morning, had to leave so his family could start their trip for summer vacation. Instead of inseparable like they had been last summer, and every break and weekend since, they would be separated. Daisuke barely handled having to spend most of the school week apart, let alone an entire summer without Ken.
Slender fingers carded through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and Ken leaned close and tucked his nose in his wild hair. "I'll still be here," Ken whispered, sliding a hand down to press against Daisuke's back, right where his heart lay on the other side. "Even if I'm far away."
Daisuke nodded, but it didn't make him feel better. Not really. "I just…wanna be close to you right now."
And every day, every moment, every forever.
Ken pulled away from him, withdrawing from his grasp. "Let me show you something."
"What?"
Cheeks flushing, Ken chewed his lip. "I've been thinking about this for a while, about doing this."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, and as much as he wanted to pull Ken close again, as much as he wanted to smother him to his chest, he let his curiosity take over and didn't fight when Ken separated from him.
Silent, unwilling to explain his task, Ken slid down, forced Daisuke's legs wide to make room for him, and opened up his shorts with ease.
His deft fingers had been undoing Daisuke's shorts for nearly a year now, sliding down his boxers and taking him in hand, watching with eternal fascination as he spilled all over his stomach and groin and thighs, and—perhaps Daisuke's favorite part, even more than the afterglow—running his fingers and tongue through the mess, tasting him, drinking him. It was enough to make Daisuke hard all over again.
But now, Ken's face and mouth were right there as he slid Daisuke's cock free, and Daisuke gasped as Ken slid his arousal between those deliciously parted lips, enveloping him in the wet warmth of Ken's mouth.
Daisuke moaned and bucked his hips, unable to hold back.
He could feel Ken's movements, Ken's breath, stutter in response, and then Ken readjusted and slid him deeper, making his breath slow and shallow to accommodate the way Daisuke extended down his throat. He grabbed for Ken's soft hair, needing to hold on to something, needing to clench his hand into a fist and grip hard so he didn't fall apart the moment Ken moaned around him and the vibrations shot pure pleasure down his spine.
Ken didn't seem to mind the way he held his hair—he let out a little needy whine every time Daisuke's hand clenched harder—and instead focused on bobbing his head up and down, slow at first and then picking up speed and pressure as Daisuke melted into the mattress, unable to do anything but pant, overwhelmed by how Ken took care of him, how Ken did everything in his power to make him feel nothing but euphoria from his gentle touch.
He came too quickly.
The moment Ken slid him deep again, moaning all around him, running his hands over the soft curves of his hips and sides and stomach, Daisuke tightened his grip in Ken's silky hair and came down his throat. It was too fast to realize until it was already happening, too fast to warn him, to give him a chance to pull back.
Ken gagged but stayed in place, forcing himself to swallow around him, and Daisuke whimpered at the added pressure on his overstimulated body.
Slowly, Ken retreated, detangling Daisuke's fingers from his hair as he moved, but even after he'd pulled back, he sucked languorously on Daisuke's flagging cock. He pushed up on his elbows, heaving, and for a long while, Daisuke watched Ken sigh happily as he drank every last drop, just like he did when it wasn't conveniently emplaced straight in his mouth.
When he finally released him, Daisuke dragged him back up into his arms and tried to crush their bodies together so there was nothing between them, his chest aching with the need to keep Ken close.
Preferably forever.
Ken let out a little giggle, obviously pleased with the response, and threaded his fingers through Daisuke's hair, messier than it was before. Not that Ken's hair had fared any better—it was probably much worse, all knotted and tangled where Daisuke had gripped him.
Daisuke tried to speak, but the words slurred together. "What t'hell was that?"
Ken's cheeks flushed a lovely pink. "Something to think about while I'm away?"
As if Daisuke hadn't already expected to spend the whole summer break hiding away in his room to masturbate, his free hand glued to his chest to feel his heartbeat, to imagine it was Ken's, while remembering everything Ken could do with his mouth and his hands, every whimper and whine and moan he made when Daisuke touched him. After this…well, Daisuke probably wouldn't leave his bedroom all vacation.
"Was it okay?" Ken asked, all his confidence replaced by nervous anxiety. "I thought, I thought you…"
"Fuck, Ken."
Because there really wasn't anything else to say.
But that didn't seem to ease Ken's sudden anxiety at all, only turn his blush to a bright scarlet. "We could…maybe we could practice? If it was that bad? Maybe it could get better?" He looked down, withdrew his hands to fiddle with bits of lint on his own shirt—Daisuke wasn't sure why he was still wearing that now that he thought about it, why they were both still wearing so much clothing blocking his access to Ken's beautiful porcelain skin—and chewed his lip. "I-I rather liked it…"
Daisuke's breath quivered.
Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he focused too much on those pink lips, imagined how soft they must be, wanted to taste him, to taste himself on Ken's tongue.
"Ken," he whispered, drawing his sharp blue eyes. "We can practice as much as you want. That was…" He didn't know where to start, how to articulate the way Ken could make him feel—physically, yes, but in every other way too. "Ken, that was—you are—"
He couldn't figure out the words, but Ken was smiling again, and that made everything better.
"Really?"
And when Daisuke nodded, Ken pressed closer, tucked himself into Daisuke's side, and beamed at him, albeit shyly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, his entire face and neck and probably his inconveniently covered chest so flushed even his ears were red, and said, "Something to look forward to when I get back then."
Daisuke wasn't patient enough for that.
He started tugging at Ken's shirt, yanking it to untuck it, and unbuttoning it so he could finally touch Ken's skin and feel his heartbeat that much closer. "You're staying the night, right?"
He didn't actually need confirmation—the overnight bag on his bedroom floor was more than enough indication—but Ken nodded, his eyes big and wide, his lips parted in anticipation.
"Then I don't see why we have to wait."
Ken shed his shirt as quickly as possible before reaching out to help drag Daisuke's shirt over his head, and once that was out of the way, he reached down to cup Daisuke gently in his hand. "How long until you're…?"
Daisuke groaned at the thought of Ken dropping his head between his legs again and swallowing him down, but he hadn't even properly touched Ken yet. That definitely wouldn't do.
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on 2021-04-26 10:00 pm (UTC)awwww they're so cute and attached to each other... omg ken is so naughty, where the hell did you learn about blowjobs HUH??? of course he's great at it like the naughty lil boy he is. but aw, don't feel insecure ken, daisuke loved that shit. a-practicing we go!!! wheee this is turning into quite the saga, i am extremely here for it
Re: FILL - not ready for the afterglow (6/?)
on 2021-04-27 07:42 am (UTC)FILL - not ready for the afterglow (7/7)
on 2021-05-03 05:49 pm (UTC)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.