Of Red Laces and Cinnamon Gold
01. Bondage
Fingertips dared caress tense muscles underneath soft, linen shirt. Experimenting hands slowly touched sensitive part of the skin that brought playful pleasures to a writhing form, while sloppy, draining butterfly kisses marked flesh— biting, nibbling and seductively throwing fits of rhythmic movements to comply the need of a sweet, cry of glorious surrender.
It's addicting, sex. He is addicted to it, and it felt damn right because, he couldn't control the spasm of being dominative. Feeling the power of being under control was making his blood fervor against his flesh. He couldn't resist the thrilling excitement of allowing his malevolent hands slowly grope smooth and delectable, peppermint skin. The way it brought bliss, when sun-kissed skin arched upward in sensual delight as he dragged his teeth along bruised, marked neck. It's ecstatic.
The urge, Roxas couldn't take it anymore. He was drained full force with the feel of skin against skin. The glee of having been the first to penetrate so much damage to a fragile, vulnerable hero was absolutely pleasurable. Since, the brunette never, ever had an assertive power to deny him— his other half. And hell to it all, the sound of was very pleasing to his ears.
Why so, people may say.
And the answer would simply be because, he just loved it, the power.
"…P-Please…" A torturous, spell binding whisper as the brunette's lower lip trembled while his innocent, baby blue hues watered with pure ecstatic cry of want and libido. The boy underneath couldn't take it anymore: the passion, the heat, the tease of his lover's light kisses and intimate slides of sly, foreign fingers on his body. It was too unbearable for him since his body grieved to be touch more than anything. Especially now, now that his body was in turmoil and his heart was already ready to give it all he got.
"... ahh.. M-More!" The young brunette supplied an inductive moan, gaining himself a soft spur of a delighted groan from his blonde lover, who was now enjoying the sexy, jingling echo of the chains that were glazed against his lover's wrist.
The chains that omits quite a desirable sound of hard-core sex against their bedroom wall is so irresistible, so desirable to just devour and eat his absolutely, adorable brunette who once denied him the pleasure of sex with toys and sex with harsh implication of body contact and sweet, sweet sound of masochistic drama.
And now, goddammit, it was payback time.
"Hmm... please what, Sor?" Roxas cunningly cooed, his tongue darting up against the small entrance of Sora's right ear, making the small brunette curse and breathe in and out a very soft moan.
"...Nngh..."
Sora could feel it. The way his lover's hand roamed with absolute tease in every action done to his body. And god, Sora couldn't take it much longer. It was such a pleasurable pain. He was drugged, restricted, bound in this little fore-play. He wanted to be touched; to be able to feel pale skin against his sweaty, sun-kissed ones.
"…F-Fuck me." Sora mewled, his body invitingly splayed over, cinnamon locks sticking against his flushed, sweaty, cheeks, while his red rosy lips parted slightly as he breathes. While his fingers, his little fingers laced invitingly with the chain darlings his lover planned to use 'to torture' him.
"…P-Please…" Sora teased in an exotic pout. Before...
One,
Two,
Three…
Roxas pounced and licked his lips at the display; before fingers rushed to touch delectable skin and tongue ran placidly down, while Roxas's little love started to scream his name…
…over and over again—
…
Author's Note: Uhm, what do you think? It's a collection of drabbles, so it would always be short. I planned on not exceeding 600 words. Anyway, it's my first Kingdom Hearts Story, be nice. You can criticize though. I don't mind. :D [Edited: 12/25/09]
