Whip Crème
Rating: M (For Obvious reasons.)
Fanfic: Kingdom Hearts
Warning: OOC- Characters, slight language and dirty use of food. This is a Yaoi and if you don't like it, you simply don't have to read it! That's why there are warning signs!
Summary: Everything for Vexen is usual day; work, come home and sleep. But, when he comes home and finds his boyfriend of 5 years dressed in nothing but a filmy apron on, what happens to their routine?
Pairing(s): VexMar; mentions of Xal/Xig and Zemyx.
A/N: Changed plans. No Lemon, just a teasing plot that will stimulate the thinking process more and let your imagination roam wild! XD Sorry for the inconvenience, school's been stressin' me and I'm currently fresh out of ideas…Need inspiration and FAST!
Vexen bucked Marluxia's hips against the music in the background, trailing his pale fingers against the sleek sides of Marluxia's tawny contours, hearing his simplistic groans replete the room of simple innuendos and him touching him in all of the right places. Marluxia deemed on being vivacious and acting upon cunning demeanors, arching his back coyly against Vexen's firm chest while Vexen bucked his bared hips, bringing the lovely rosette closer to his body and to their emotions being expressed in the form of love. Marluxia started to peel Vexen's shirt from his sticky, clinging body. Vexen unbuckled his belt around his skinny waistline, prepping himself for the delicious and compassionate sex they were about to endure. Vexen licked his dry lips instantly, settling his pale hands on Marluxia's svelte hips, thrusting a bit. Marluxia displayed jovial actions, moaning harmoniously, tilting his head aberrantly once Vexen started to tease his tensing body and his sensitive and aroused nipples, twisting and turning his nipples accordingly. Marluxia grunted indignantly as Vexen continuously teased and taunt him with his hands, in a dire need of controlling sexual tendencies, rather than exhibiting his wild propensity in front of his nosey neighbors and having them intervene in their alone time. Vexen straddled Marluxia's narrow hips, lifting off his shirt clinging to his sticky chest and pushed Marluxia roughly against the countertop of their house and playfully glanced at his partner with obsequious and intimately, stroking his left cheek with his right hand.
Vexen then smiled wildly, glancing at his partner licentiously and placed a hand on his narrow hips. "Do you want to have sex on the marble floor, the countertop, against the sink, on the table, the backyard, or our cat?" Vexen asked seductively, retaining a layered piece of Marluxia's rosette hair in-between his hand, twirling Marluxia around his slender body. Marluxia grew [sexually] frustrated, but when he heard the rest of his sentence, he glanced up at Vexen quizzically and forced a smile that tempted Vexen to do more than kissing and caressing.
Marluxia didn't know what to say to Vexen this time. "A cat, where did you get that idea from? We don't own a cat or any type of animals." Marluxia softly breathed, his hands settling on Vexen's broad shoulders and he looked gravely into his mesmerizing forest green eyes and smiled handsomely. Marluxia subconsciously glanced down to the ground, his eyelashes batting against his sleek eyelids and looked back up into his forest green eyes. Marluxia brung his finger towards Vexen's frosty-blonde hair and ran hid finger through the older man's long and sleek hair, smiling as Vexen pulled him into a chaste kiss lasting for a few minutes. Marluxia glanced down, settling Vexen's hands and straddled his bared hips. They both were wearing their birthday suits; complimentary of Vexen, but he wasn't complaining, not one bit as they scrutinized their sultry figures each other fascinated about in their divine dreams. Vexen trailed his lips on the bottom of the rosette's torso working his way to Marluxia's full lips, trailing his hands down the rosette's layered hair and smiled lucidly. Marluxia smelled of strawberries and crème, Vexen's favorite and the fragrance that made him delectable and so irresistible. Vexen brung Marluxia to his chest, crashing his lips against his as they entered a French kiss. Their breathing grew shaky as their kissing intensified, Vexen's hands trailing slowly down Marluxia's svelte contours, bending him near the marble floor with much fervor in his eyes and the compassion trailing through each step and each touch bestowed. Vexen brung him up, playing a game with him and his insides. Marluxia groaned, knowing Vexen's tampering and frequent touches were making him swoon almost adamantly, but knew he wasn't just challenging him, but giving him an opportunity to experiment with positions as well.
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Vexen smiled lucidly, hinting that he was about to have it his way. Vexen gingerly stroked Marluxia's luscious, flowy rosette hair, trailing his fingers against his slightly arched back. "Feel free to grab the countertop with your nails. Now, don't be afraid to scream, moan or refraining from screaming your little heart out in euphoria." Marluxia grunted in dissent. He hated to be teased and his insides were being tampered with the constant reminder of Vexen's ambiguous torture to him and his lower intestines. Vexen smirked; grabbing his ass as he reached to where his beautiful boyfriend was, stealing a wondrous kiss from his moist, whip crème covered lips. Vexen licked his lips after, smiling as the curves of Marluxia's lips tugged, seeing his boyfriend heading to the cabinet of their house, opening the cupboard and removed a tube of sallow replete of something creamy, palate-driving and a weird color to it. Lube. Isn't that what everyone used? Xaldin and Xigbar sure as hell used it; since they were like rabbits in mating season- fucking with every opportunity they could get their little sneaky hands upon or every holiday that requires celebration, getting even with others, drinking, partying, binges and simply having sex for a living. Demyx and Zexion contemplate on using and then end up having sex, most of time being an experiment to find Zexion's tender parts and exact spots where Demyx can make him say his name 40 times in a row. Vexen knew that this competition would be conducted with fairness and licentious touches that would tempt any person lingering within the dangerous flames of treachery and love.
Vexen smiled, grasping Marluxia's firm legs and splayed his legs out further. Vexen positioned him there and trailed his fingers down his naked, arched back and smiled, proceeding in putting the liquid on his fingers and bit-by-bit, he slid his two fingers up Marluxia's tight hole. Marluxia gasped jubilantly, twining up and down Vexen's bony fingers, groaning in dissent as he slid himself up and down Vexen's bony finger once more. Marluxia felt as though he was on Cloud nine, dressed aesthetically in a toga with a harp in one hand and a leather cat-o-nine tails in the other hands, smiling maliciously with Vexen on the other side of the heavenly clouds- with a miniskirt, a petrified expression embedded on his face and holding down his skirt (that's already tiny for his petite figure), so no one would get an exposed peep at his---
Marluxia smiled vivacious, keeping that thought to himself as he moaned in ecstasy, feeling his intuition struck dirty. Marluxia surfaced up, clinging to the countertop's edges as Vexen let him settle his tightened body against his lean body, feeling Marluxia's moist lips brushing against the platinum blonde's silky skin. Marluxia groaned, nipping at Vexen's neck as he bite him, biting him up and down on his jaw line to his mid-torso, leaving a variations of marred hickeys in all sizes and shapes on his body. Vexen jerked Marluxia's hip, hearing a supple moan emit from Marluxia's parted lips. Vexen flipped Marluxia over and crushed his lips against Marluxia's, trailing his bony finger within the divine and luscious hair belonging to the rosette.
The thing I like about you
Is the way you
The way that you do
The thing I like about you.
God or the devil alone
Could not have made you up
The two must have worked
As one together.
Vexen smiled, stealing another chaste and wondrous kiss from his lover, smiling as his hands settled on his hips and dipped him to his calves, taking a glimpse into Marluxia's shimmering sapphire eyes bestowing a warmhearted stare towards Vexen. "I love you, Marluxia."
So good just wanna eat you up
Nothing like the real deal
Lick your sticky fingers boy
And sing for your dinner sing.
Marluxia smiled warmheartedly, both entering a compassionate and lasting kiss, licking his lips as he broke the kiss, cupping Vexen's sleek cheekbones with his cold, firm hands. Marluxia turned for Vexen and smiled, grabbing him and made him thrust. Vexen laughing stifled, rocking his hips, attempting to loosen his movement, but found it quite tight.
"Loosen up, Marluxia." Vexen said snidely, stroking his hair back. "Too tight." Marluxia grunted cynically, absolutely hating when he tensed up before they had their routine round of sex in the selected destination. Vexen smirked, turning the tables on both males as he smiled deviously; beginning to nibble on Marluxia's perked up ear, making Marluxia a feisty and submissive boyfriend. Marluxia growled a low, animalistic tone, shoving Vexen against the countertop of the sink and started to strip Vexen of his black, heavy clothing clinging to his petite body and laughed sadistically, lifting his supple and firm leg over Vexen's head and the counter. Marluxia using his flexibility, climbed over his boyfriend and laughed ingenuously, stealing a wondrous kiss from the man he has grown to love, not because of looks, fortune and the opportunities given on a daily bases, but for his halfhearted and hesitant smiles, his luscious personality and the happiness lingering within the home in which they share together.
Come on pretty baby
Make me lose my mind
Everybody get together
Gonna make love shine.
Marluxia's full lips brushed against Vexen's parted lips, caressing his face as they headed towards the countertop of the sink, slamming the shoreline-back door behind their contours overshadowing the background, clearly depicting their frisky and wild behavior behind closed-doors. Blithe giggles emitted from the background, then becoming licentious moans and undomesticated groans from both males as Vexen roughly pinned Marluxia against the wall, with a smirk surfacing against the firm lips that nipped at Marluxia's intermediate skin.
"Should we use the whip crème or the ice cream as an appetizer?"
Marluxia grinned hastily as he settled his index finger on the center of his soft, parted lips. "Whip crème will do finely, Vexen." Marluxia then glanced over towards Vexen. "And Vexen, make sure it's not the overly whipped. That takes away the purpose of having a fun and rambunctious night to remember. Okay?"
Vexen nodded, taking the creamy, chocolate whip crème and laughed, shaking up the bottle with a bold and sinister laugh emitting. "Oh…I will. Don't worry, we will have a great evening and giving our neighbors a heart attack, as well."