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June 21 2008, 17:11:50 UTC 3 years ago
Kink: Aphrodisiacs
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June 21 2008, 17:54:25 UTC 3 years ago
http://anime.adultfanfiction.net/story.p
hope that helps. I'd encourage you to read the whole story, not beacuse you wouldn't understand the scene but because I think it's really good.
someone else also fulfill this request please? this idea is really HOTT.
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June 21 2008, 17:14:39 UTC 3 years ago
Bondage
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June 21 2008, 17:21:46 UTC 3 years ago
Kink: C.C. and Kallen topping Lelouch.
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June 21 2008, 17:39:12 UTC 3 years ago
Kink: Girl Outfits
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June 29 2008, 00:33:22 UTC 3 years ago
part 1
Knock, knock."Hurry up, Lelouch~"
Suzaku Kururugi adjusted the hem of his orange pleated skirt in anticipation, green eyes bright and smile broad. Millay had already given his outfit for her Reverse Gender Festival the Presidential seal of approval - it was of course by her own design that the Lancelot Pilot was standing outside the Student Council room in a seifuku and kneesocks. She would not have it any other way; no less than perfect, the brightly coloured girl's uniform a rather fitting compliment to his Japanese heritage - but above all, it was really comfortable. A section of tan stomach was exposed along with his thighs, body lean and hard and powerfully contrasting with the feminine items, and he was sure he made as convincing a school girl as Millay did a courtly gentleman or Rivalz a fetish maid. The female Council members were already outside, laying down a blanket on the Ashford Academy grounds in preparation and bored of the wait; but surely, they were excited to see them - Rivalz, who had changed in their company had deserted them moments ago, eager to dote on his Kaichou.
Suzaku felt a familiar joyful high cloud his mind. Despite their activities as a Student Council seeming largely unsavoury from what Lelouch had warned him of initially, the plans were always such fun.
"Lelouch"
He wondered how the gown was going to look. Lelouch had insisted on shooing both other boys out into the corridor upon opening the conspicuous package Millay had laid into his hands with a triumphantly dazzling smile - no doubt the fruits of her and Shirley’s efforts.
"Are you alright in there?"
"...No, but-"
"I'll help you."
Suzaku grabbed the door handle and burst in, eyes falling upon Lelouch perched defensively on a sofa, his legs crossed in front of him covered by dark material of pantyhose or some such; eyes wide and catlike.
"I told you not to come in!"
Suzaku frowned a little, and walked over.
"Why not? Everyone is going to see you anyway," he countered with another smile, receiving a glare in return.
"That's not the point. I'm not finished changing..." Lelouch looked to the side, and Suzaku noticed the silky-looking purple fabric was carefully draped over the back of the sofa, along with the long black hairpiece.
"Well, what were you doing? The others are waiting, you know. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before," he grinned, playfully pushing one of Lelouch's legs. He must have been sitting so stiffly, or Suzaku forgot his own strength, as he lost his balance and hissed, leg shooting out in retaliation to kick Suzaku in the knee.
"I-idiot, don't bring that up here! And stop with your staring." Lelouch's face began to flush slightly, eyebrows knitted together as he struggled to sit up on the sofa, feet slipping on the edges of the dress' fabric. The dark blue gauze material of the tights covering his legs halted at the upper thighs, trimmed with a lace pattern to match the gown. One stocking was held up by a garter belt sewn on to a ribbon corseted bodice, which was doing a very poor job of accentuating Lelouch's already flat chest. The navy-coloured garments were all trimmed with the same white lace, including a pair of matching panties covering his crotch.
"Lelouch, what are you wearing?"
"..." A pause. And an extremely flustered expression. "...They came with the dress. If it's a choice between putting them on, or facing Kaichou's wrath, I chose the easiest option. Of course, no one was supposed to see." he frowned, embarrassment striking his features.
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June 21 2008, 17:42:30 UTC 3 years ago
kink: non-con, rough and messy.
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September 14 2008, 22:21:30 UTC 3 years ago
Unravelled
Hope this is messy enough. XDUnravelled
This frustration, anger and desperation balled into one sick, vicious monster I needed to release.
I've never done this before and that's probably a good thing too, because I want to hurt him as much as I can. I can't bring myself to forgive him, but I know I can't just get rid of him. This is the most confusing thing I can think of to do to him. I push him against his bedroom wall roughly.
"Nii-san--!" he starts, sounding scared and worried.
"Shut up." I growl more forcefully than I expect to, increasing the pressure against his back, mashing his face harder into the wall. "No talking."
He's in his flannel pajamas so its a simple matter to rip them off, leaving him standing naked before me. I reach forward, my hand snaking down his front, thumbing his stiffening nipples and then twisting them so hard I'm sure he can't be feeling any pleasure whatsoever. He cries out and it only serves to turn me on. Strange.
I reach lower, between his legs and just by touching his still soft cock, I can tell this has never happened to him. Little, innocent, playful Rolo has never had sex before. The satisfaction that knowledge fills in me is almost venomously sweet. I'm going to break the little, mousy, brown-haired bastard. I hate how when he turns back to look at me, his eyes liquid with pain and humiliation are shocking violet. Like mine. Like Nunaly's.
He hardens with just a few strokes, whimpering and moaning, almost beginning to enjoy himself and that's when I release his cock, slamming him back into the wall.
"Scream for me, Rolo." I whisper, feeling hysterical laughter bubble within me as I spread his legs and position myself. I thrust into him with one, smooth, swift motion. He does scream, delightfully. He slumps forward, fists unclenching against the wall, his fingers trying to gain purchase to keep from falling.
I steady myself for a few moments, because with how hard he's squeezing down on me, its actually a little painful. I soothe him with a few strokes, so he'll release his grip on me enough to move. The maneuver works. Rolo breathes brokenly, gasping, whimpering and relaxes very slightly.
Its enough. I pull out and thrust my cock in roughly as deep as I can go. He cries out again, tears running down his cheek. Something warm and sticky trickles around my cock and down his thighs. Its so refreshing to see red, hot, blood against his smooth, pristine, perfect skin.
"W-why are you doing this?" he groans, when he can get a breath in.
"I thought I told you to shut up, Rolo." I said severely, pulling out of him and thrusting inside him harder, feeling more of the hot, stickiness cover me. He cries, this time, his long, continuous sob not breaking. He continues to cry as I plough in and out of him, his, hot, wet, tight insides clenching and unclenching around me, making this fantastic for me.
A few more thrusts and I'll be close to the edge, to the climax and release I'm looking for. My thrusts become harder and faster, Rolo's sobbing seems to have ebbed into a constant, low, whimper. Watching him like this, powerless, stuck beneath me, crying, bleeding, oh my fucking god, its turning me on like nothing else has.
"You're a good little brother... Rolo." I pant, pulling his shoulders back to bite into his delicate ear as hard as I can. He cries again, and I pet his cheek, "You're a fantastic fuck too."
One, two, three more last thrusts and I empty myself inside him, hot and just as sticky, in long, drawn out spurts. I pull out and step back, stroking my softening cock belatedly and Rolo slumps to the floor like all the energy just left his body.
He lies there, soiled, dirty used, bloody, torn and covered in come and sweat. Just a regular old sex victim. Nothing special about him.
And it fucking satisfies me like nothing else.
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Rolo had watched the girl, Kallen, fleeing from the despondent Lelouch's request of comfort.
She wasn't good enough for his brother anyway. No one was; he belonged to Rolo and Rolo alone and he would soon bind the elder to him in a way that could never be taken from him.
He had never had a family and as much as he wanted Lelouch to be his, they were not really related and Rolo could allow his feelings for the fallen prince blossom within him. He walked forward and attained Lelouch's attention for himself.
Rolo looked up into that beautiful face and challenged him with his look.
"She can't give you what you need, but I can," he promised. He watched Lelouch's eyes go wide in surprise but before the elder could deny him; before he could escape from binding himself to Rolo forever, the younger boy reached up and claimed his brother's lips.
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June 21 2008, 18:41:09 UTC 3 years ago
This being R2 context congrats if you manage to pull it off, Anonymous.
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June 22 2008, 19:46:56 UTC 3 years ago
I'll give it a try
It was satisfying, how easily he played into his hand.Lelouch hid his smirk when Suzaku moaned against the pillow, neck involuntarily bared, his to mark with kisses and nips and bites. He proceeded to do just that and the other boy whimpered, a protest that wasn’t really one.
“I miss you,” he said, for good measure. Suzaku looked at him and there was something in his eyes that Lelouch didn’t like, so he let his hand wander lower, tracing a line down naked chest, and then stomach, and finally the half-erect cock. Suzaku hissed and the something was overwhelmed by something else as he unwillingly bucked his hips.
Lelouch felt his own desire responding, but this was far too good. Revenge shouldn’t taste so sweet, he reflected as he moved lower, slowly as to not disrupt the steady pace his hand had set, and flicked his tongue over a hardened nipple.
“Lelouch,” there was a moan, almost a plea and Lelouch bit the nipple to hide a smile. He listened to shortened breath, ragged as it was under the assault of his teeth and fingers.
“Do you miss me?” he asked, tone utterly nonchalant as his hand continued to do their job. He watched Suzaku bite his lips, fighting for any sort of control over his body and obviously failing. “It has been a year,” he added and slowly quickened the pace of his stroking. Suzaku had started to thrust into his hand, breathy sounds shamelessly escaping his lips for a few frenzied moments before he frantically pushed Lelouch away.
“No,” his voice was feeble, still locked in the depth of lust. “You shouldn’t–“
“Why not?” Lelouch raised a questioning eyebrow and shifted his hand to not-so-accidentally brush the tip of the leaking organ. Suzaku looked like he was betraying the entire world when his body reacted violently at the touch. Lelouch couldn’t help a small laugh.
Lelouch may forget, but you obviously don’t.
“You used to like it when I did this.” He ghosted a finger down Suzaku’s thigh, over a puckered entrance. The barely suppressed shiver didn’t escape him.
“It was a long time a– ah!” And how he loved that flicker of pain, flitting across Suzaku’s face in some macabre round of dance, and how Suzaku’s body still willingly accepted him even if the person didn’t. Suzaku hissed as Lelouch moved his finger deeper, a familiar intrusion that sparked more than just pain.
Lelouch sat up and used his other hand to stroke the other boy’s burning arousal again. He lay there gasping, eyes scrunched shut, mouth open, protest dying before it could even take form . It was a fascinating sight and Lelouch found himself watching, like he had done countless times before. Control shredded to pieces, inhibitions discarded like a piece of trash, and all there was was this erratic rhythm as Suzaku buried his face in the pillow, hips jerking and twisting frantically. Sometimes there would be memories of blood and pink hair and he would shake his head wildly, but Lelouch knew that he only had to brush a finger over that particular spot to rob Suzaku of that illusion of control. The hard cock in his hand twitch, more pre-come dripping from the slit, and Suzaku was back to his incoherent begging and reckless thrusting that drove some innate part of him mad.
It was satisfying, much too satisfying that Lelouch felt like he was coming in his pants when Suzaku moaned his name one last time, with that final note that spoke of a man’s final, dying breath. His face was contorted in agony even as he panted loudly, hot fluid spurting from his cock.
Lelouch calmed down his breathing. It was his victory, his sweet, sweet revenge, and yet his hand was trembling when he pushed sweaty brown bangs from Suzaku’s face.
He didn’t dare to kiss him.
I'll run away now
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June 21 2008, 19:03:32 UTC 3 years ago
Shota tiems. >.>
Kink: VV knows what he wants.
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June 21 2008, 19:05:04 UTC 3 years ago
He's got her under his control. Lots of teasing, a bit of consensual rape, if you know what I mean.
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June 21 2008, 20:32:14 UTC 3 years ago
Er, what?
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June 21 2008, 19:06:19 UTC 3 years ago
DO WITH IT WHAT YOU WILL!
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June 21 2008, 19:09:01 UTC 3 years ago
Ohgi wearing Zero mask. Kinda anonymous smex.
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June 21 2008, 19:15:27 UTC 3 years ago
First time for them both; inexperience; pre-series.
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June 21 2008, 20:13:42 UTC 3 years ago
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June 21 2008, 20:17:04 UTC 3 years ago
Accidental stimulation
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June 28 2008, 06:38:27 UTC 3 years ago
Hopefully this fits the kink [pt1]
It seems that the OP isn't one of my friends who can view my f-locked entries and someone encouraged me to respond to this kink, so...“This never happened before.”
Suzaku’s response was a quiet hiss as Gino made his point by cupping the growing bulge in his pants. A part of him still wondered what was happening. It was just another party that they, the Knight of Rounds had to attend, and Gino was just being Gino. He spent most of the night clinging to Suzaku’s shoulders like usual and the other guests were much too used to the Knight of Three’s antics to care. There was nothing out of ordinary. Nothing.
But his body seemed to think differently. It had taken Suzaku half-an-hour into the party to realize that Gino’s usual, innocent touching was affecting him in a completely not-innocent way. The quiet laugh in front of his ears, the brush of gloved fingers on his hips, the warm body pressed against his back. Actions that usually meant nothing were now registered and channeled to the wrong track and Suzaku suddenly found himself facing a huge problem.
Gino’s initial surprise quickly gave way to amusement. He ran a hand over the tightening white pants, caressing the younger boy's growing erection in a display of false curiosity and taking full advantage of their position facing away from the dancing crowd. Biting back a moan, Suzaku let his head lolling back against Gino’s shoulders, but quickly realized where they were and straightened his posture once more.
“Stop it,” he warned, pushing Gino’s hand away while his self-control still enabled him do something like that. A few more strokes and who knows.
The taller knight gave him a reproving look. “You’re always so modest,” he pouted but obediently moved away. Suzaku was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t disappointed by their sudden lack of contact when Gino suddenly dragged him to the corner of the ballroom.
Behind what he thought to be a decorative drapery was an alcove. It was dark inside after Gino had pulled the drapes behind them, only a thin shaft of light filtering in from the gap between the two curtains. Suzaku had just noticed a writing desk and a chair when he was forcefully pushed against said desk and his lips were claimed in a heated kiss. He was moaning softly when a knee started to rub between his legs, first slowly and then with increasing pressure.
When they both pulled back, the younger knight discovered that he was already sitting on the desk, legs spread to accommodate Gino’s frame between them. The knee was still rubbing insistently through his pants, even when the taller knight had put his concentration elsewhere, like in the task of removing Suzaku’s clothing as fast as possible.
“I hate this bloody uniform,” he growled, fingers skimming over a column of buttons.
Suzaku would have laughed if he wasn’t equally frustrated by the many layers separating their skin. His hands were unsteady when they tried to help dealing with the buttons of his white jacket, and then the zipper of his black shirt. The other knight let out a victorious sound once they were already discarded to the floor and wasted no time to push Suzaku down onto the table. He then kiss his way down Suzaku’s chest and stomach, pausing long enough to flirt with one erect nipple, and laughed quietly every time the body under his shifted and shuddered at his touch.
Gino paused just before his waistband and made a quick work with his pants and underwear. Suzaku let out a sigh when his erection was freed from the constricting confines. He could see the grin on Gino’s face. His blue eyes seemed to light up in the darkness surrounding them as he studied the exposed arousal and said, voice thick with amusement, “This is just from me hugging you?”
“Shut up.”
“Really?” Gino arched an eyebrow and brought his lips closer, now hovering just above the hard cock. “Sure you want me to shut up? Not open my mouth?”
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June 21 2008, 21:23:21 UTC 3 years ago
LET'S HIT IT OLD SCHOOL
Suzaku/Lelouch, hatesex, bondage, and cetera. Suzaku taking what he needs in anticipation of Lelouch's memory wipe.Anonymous
June 22 2008, 20:30:36 UTC 3 years ago
OH GOD, DO WANT
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June 21 2008, 23:13:46 UTC 3 years ago
Manipulation, knife play
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December 27 2010, 07:11:35 UTC 1 year ago
Knife Play is Scary...
Lelouch isn't his. Rolo repeats it to himself in a mantra, so that maybe one day it will stick into his mind that this isn't real. Lelouch isn't his.He isn't his, Lelouch isn't his to break.
So Rolo slips into Lelouch's bed one morning, just before five o'clock, and slides his fingers into Lelouch's pants. The older boy is dreaming, still, but his cock is half-aware and it only takes two strokes to bring to full attention. Shiny pre-come shimmers at the top, and Rolo leans forward to catch it on his tongue. It is bitter, but he laps it up with a delicate tongue until lelouch awakens.
Rolo can tell exactly when it is that he awakens, because Lelouch stiffens and what was languid before becomes rigid. Rolo activates his Geass and moves to the doorway. Lelouch's blanket slips back to cover him, but his dick is clearly still at attention. Rolo licks his lips and deactivates his Geass.
"Big brother," Rolo whispers.
Lelouch jerks on the bed, fisting the covers over his crotch. "Rolo--Rolo, could you give me a second?" His cheeks light up with embarassment and lust, and Rolo wants to kiss him.
So Rolo wanders over to his bedside and casually puts a hand over Lelouch's lap. The older boy moans at the contact and spreads his legs. When he realizes what's going on, Lelouch's eyes snaap open and he jerks away.
Rolo slides to follow him on the bed and crawls between lelouch's legs, sliding a thigh up to his crotch. As he expects, Lelouch's hips begin to nudge forward, tiny thrusts that do nothing but give a teasing friction.
"Big brother," Rolo says.
"Rolo," lelouch says, "you don't know what you're doing."
Rolo pulls his thigh back and Lelouch moans at the loss of contact. He activates his Geass, pulling the blanket away and Lelouch's pants and underwear down. He has to stop to stare at the way that Lelouch's cock is red against his brother's pale skin, because he knows Lelouch will never let him do it otherwise.
Then he deactivates his Geass, and begins to suckle Lelouch's cock. He runs his tongue over the tip, swirling, and then licks up the sides. His fingers tug at Lelouch's balls, spreading them and massaging them between his fingers. He is pleased when lelouch spreads his legs, and when Rolo's hand wanders further, he finds a puckered hole that he has only ever read about. He searches his pocket for the lotion he had prepared earlier, presses it into lelouch's hand.
When the older boy stops and looks at it, Rolo pulls out a knife. He presses the flat side against Lelouch's cock, and the older boy jumps at the sudden coolness.
"I want to fuck you," Rolo says.
"Rolo," lelouch says.
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June 21 2008, 23:15:28 UTC 3 years ago
Kink: Aphrodisiacs and/or light bondage and/or marriage
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December 28 2010, 00:01:40 UTC 1 year ago
Not Pron, or long. But Fill
Lloyd wonders if one day he will get married to that Ashford girl, wonders if it will give him some new inspiration that will make his life a success.He wonders, but then Milly Ashford becomes a reporter instead, and he likes her better like that anyway.
But he wonders sometimes.
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June 21 2008, 23:20:44 UTC 3 years ago
Kink: Jealousy
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June 21 2008, 23:32:15 UTC 3 years ago
quickie in the student council room, "You shouldn't love him"
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September 11 2008, 16:21:16 UTC 3 years ago
You shouldn't love him
The Student Council door hissed open as Suzaku entered the room. It seemed very empty in here now with no Kallen or Nina. He fought the urge to narrow his eyes in hatred at his former best friend and instead wore the mask he'd been wearing since returning to Ashford.It seemed it was just Lelouch and Shirley in here. Suzaku knew (as did everyone else) of Shirley's long-standing crush on the fallen Prince and Suzaku found himself very concerned for her safety. If Lelouch really was Zero again, Shirley might find herself coming to an unfortunate end.
Just like Euphie.
Suzaku paused and tried to push his Princess from his mind. His perfect princess, his goddess. He deliberately focused on Shirley instead of Lelouch in case the bile rising in his throat threatened to rule him and cause him to exact revenge on him here and now, for the murder that had shattered Suzaku's world.
"I should go, Rolo is expecting me home for dinner, he said he was going to cook tonight," Lelouch said and stood, stretching. "Hey, Suzaku."
The tone was friendly, almost flippant and Suzaku could not tell if the boy was acting or not.
"Okay," Suzaku looked up as Shirley blushed in her goodbyes.
"See you later, Lelouch," he said, moving towards the girl and watching out of the corner of his eye as he left.
"Lulu - " Shirley began but the door hissed again. It was too late, he was gone. "I wa-...he is gone again."
Suzaku sat opposite her.
"He never will listen, you know," he said, almost cruelly. "You shouldn't love him, he knows how you feel and he is stringing you along."
He looked up and saw the girl blush and her lip quivered.
"I, I know, but I-"
"No buts, Shirley - Lelouch is only going to keep you dangling on a string until he is done with you." He found himself taking an almost perverse pleasure in that. Not in hurting Shirley, he knew he was doing the right thing in the long-term by putting her off the terrorist. No, in taking away from Lelouch the comfort Shirley gave him just like he took away the comfort Euphie had given to him.
All gone in the blink of an eye, the slip of a command, the bang of a gun. Well Suzaku was going to take Shirley from him.
The redhead started to cry, the tears sliding slowly down her face and Suzaku reached in to cuddle her close to him, to let her release the feelings for the bitter prince.
"It'll hurt now, but you'll be better off, Shirley," he comforted, his voice soothing and he allowed his accent to slip a little.
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June 22 2008, 01:18:46 UTC 3 years ago
Bondage, cock bondage, and hot sex in shower
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June 22 2008, 01:57:35 UTC 3 years ago
Bunny girl Kallen fucking Lelouch in the Guren
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June 22 2008, 02:05:05 UTC 3 years ago
Submissive Rolo, begging for release, possible hatesex?
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June 22 2008, 03:38:16 UTC 3 years ago
“It’ll be fine if you be quiet.”
The room is dimly lit by the moonlight, coming from the window of Lelouch’s room, and silent.
Rolo remains (as) silent (as possible), sitting on the bed, while Lelouch gives him a momentary unconcerned look and turns away to his pants, pulling the zipper down, to reveal his erection. His (fake) older brother smirks at the sight.
“You’re barely holding it,” Lelouch says nonchalantly, running his finger up Rolo’s member. He quivers at the (feather-like) touch, secretly aching for more (much more). Lelouch pulls his pants off, discarding it to the side of the bed, and unbuttons his own shirt in the process. Rolo flinches as he slowly (surely, teasingly) strokes his member, fingering the tip of it with his thumb as his own fluids slip through, panting slightly. “That’s no good,” he says a moment later.
Before he could ask what he meant, Rolo feels a jolt as Lelouch inserts his fingers inside of him, his inner walls enveloping the sudden intrusion. Rolo falls back onto the bed, squirming under Lelouch, as his fingers rub his inner walls, his insides throbbing.
“Aah…!”
Rolo gasps as he comes in Lelouch’s hand (and himself), the white fluid now covering his fingers and his own stomach and chest. After a brief (very brief) moment, Rolo looks up at his (fake) brother, who wears a smug look on his face. “That was fast,” Lelouch says, somewhat bemused, taking a lick of his stained hand. Rolo blushes (involuntarily).
“T-that’s because… you suddenly—ah—”
Lelouch hovers over him, leering down at his (fake) brother—this replacement of his dear, sweet, irreplaceable Nunnally—pinning his wrists to the bed with his own hands while spreading his legs apart. (He can see Rolo getting excited again—he smirks once more.) They lock lips and begin a match of willpower with their tongues,
Rolo feels a bit dazed, watching as Lelouch unzips his own pants, uncovering his own erection. The tip of his member touches his entrance, causing Rolo to bite down on his bottom lip and whimpers (abstaining from being too loud—it was late, after all) as he mercilessly thrust into him. Lelouch grimaces as Rolo’s inner muscles tighten around his member; Rolo can feel it throbbing.
Letting go of his wrists, Lelouch holds his legs, hands around thighs, and begins to move (slow to start), thrusting in and out (deeper, harder). Rolo pants, his breath labored with each thrust. His body feels like it’s on fire.
“Bro…ther… I… can’t….. take it…. anymore….”
“Hold it in,” is his (blunt) response.
Rolo, panting, slowly grabs onto his own member with his hands, a bit of his fluids seeping out. Lelouch continues to thrust into him (over and over). Feeling his own climax being close, he slows dramatically (purposely), causing Rolo to moan, almost loosening his grip on his own member, wanting to let it all out.
But Lelouch wouldn’t let him (he won’t).
The older (fake) sibling takes hold of the younger’s member, covering the tip, not letting him come (not this easily).
“…”
“What was that? I can’t quite hear you,” he says, feeling rather devious.
“… Let… me… come…,” Rolo says in a low voice, breathing heavily.
“If you want it, ask for it.”
“… Please….”
Lelouch thrusts into him several times more and releases Rolo’s member from his hand, causing his inner muscles to clench tightly around his own. Rolo cries out as he (finally) ejaculates, and at the same time, feeling Lelouch come inside of him.
Lelouch exits from him, leaving Rolo sprawled on the now-stained bed sheets, and looks down at him. Rolo, unmoving, looks to him, unsure if he was expecting something else of him.
He smirks. “I told you it’d be fine, didn’t I?”
This anon fails at writing porn. Y/Y?
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June 22 2008, 02:08:49 UTC 3 years ago
Kallen in her school uniform
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June 22 2008, 03:15:31 UTC 3 years ago
Any sort of touching.
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June 22 2008, 04:24:30 UTC 3 years ago
Forbidden >:"D
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