30_kinks

This is #16

I own nothing

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“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the sexist chosen of them all?” Zelos said as he admired himself in his full length mirror.

“Egotism has always been your strong suit.” Kratos said from behind him.

“Kratos!” Zelos chirped happily, “I’m so happy to see you, my hunny!”

Kratos grunted as Zelos launched himself at him, leaning in and kissing him deeply. After Zelos pulled away, he glared at Zelos, though it lacked the usual venom it held for the chosen. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me hunny...?”

“But it suits you!” Zelos said smiling his typical idiotic grin. “You’re my favourite hunny!”

“I’m you’re only hunny...” Kratos said, a warning tone edging into his voice.

“Yes, my only hunny.” Zelos said still smiling.

Kratos smiled lightly, “Good, so what are you doing currently?”

“Me?” Zelos asked innocently, pointing to himself. “I’m getting ready for another fun filled day as the chosen of Tethe'alla.”

“I see.” Kratos said.

“Have something in mind for me to do instead?” Zelos asked.

“Well, I had some time...” Kratos said, leaning over and nipping Zelos’s earlobe.

“Ah...” Zelos said with a shiver. “Well I’m sure I can squeeze you in...”

“That’s good.” Kratos said, pushing himself flush against Zelos. He ran his hands up and down Zelos’s side, eliciting small moans from the other red head.

“Ah... oh Kratos...” Zelos said, face flushed. He leaned into the touches his body quickly becoming aroused.

Kratos leaned his head in and licked Zelos’s neck, biting lightly once. His hands came around to Zelos’s front and began he began to undo Zelos’s vest, hands then working their way down to the chosen’s waist.

“Ah, wait Kratos.” Zelos said, stilling the seraphs hands. “W-We should m-move to the b-bed.” he tried not to stutter as Kratos’s tongue found it’s way to the sensitive part on his neck.

“I was thinking of trying something different.” Kratos said, thrusting his hips against Zelos backside. “Since you enjoy looking at yourself so much, you certainly should enjoy watching yourself getting dominated.” Another bite and thrust. “And you’ve got such a large mirror to use.” His hands resumed their task of removing Zelos’s pants.

“W-Wait!” Zelos said as Kratos undid his belt and worked on the zipper of his pants, lowering them once he was done. He worked them loose enough that they fell to the ground. He then started at Zelos under garments. Zelos tried and failed again to stifle the movements. “K-Kratos...” He moaned out.

“Hmm?” Kratos voice was muffled against Zelos’s neck.

Zelos let out a moan as his boxers were removed in the same fashion as his pants. Kratos’s hands immediately went to work on his arousal. “You... ah... Kratos...” Zelos thrust back against the hands.

Kratos could feel his own arousal’s need to escape, and he relented, pulling one of his hands away from Zelos to undo his own pants. His arousal spilled forth.

“Kratos...” Zelos moaned, hopelessly thrusting against the hand. “Ah, don’t tease. S’not nice...”

Kratos ignored Zelos’s comment and lifted up his shirt as high as his nipple, which he teased.

“Ah... No fair!” Zelos protested as he was relentlessly tortured. His body began to tremble and he had to use the mirror in order to support himself. He moaned as Kratos teased his upper and lower half.

Kratos leaned down to Zelos’s ear and whispered. “Do you think you’re ready yet.”

Zelos could do little more than moan pitifully and buck against him.

Kratos reached over onto Zelos’s bed stand where he grabbed one of his many hand creams, using to coat his ragging hard on. He gave one bite to Zelos neck again and thrust in to him, moving at a slow pace.

Zelos screamed in ecstasy, thrusting hopelessly against his lover till Kratos stilled his hips.

He bit Zelos’s neck again, making him cry out. He moved his one hand to Zelos’s arousal and then up and down it, and continued to tweak his nipples with the other hand.

“Kratos... Oh gods, don’t stop...” Zelos screamed.

Kratos smirked into Zelos’s neck. He leaned away from him so he was standing up right, left hand moving from his nipples to his backside, which he rubbed gently. He started working a rhythm, which quickly turned into frantic but steady thrusts.

Zelos cried out, thrusting back against him. His legs barley kept him standing.

Kratos began to lose control and wildly thrust against Zelos while using his hand to drive Zelos to the edge with him.

Zelos cried out loudly against the harsh but arousing thrusts. He opened his eyes to see himself being thrust into. He screamed as all the sensations and the added high of seeing it done caught up to his mind and he was driven over the edge.

Kratos moaned lightly as he too came, he made last desperate thrusts against Zelos.

Zelos panted as his legs finally gave out and he collapsed.

Kratos mostly caught him, and slowly drew himself out, Helping Zelos to his bed. “Tired?”

“Never...” Zelos said, same smile he had on earlier, though there was a bit of exhaustion to it. He looked over to his mirror and gasped. “Kratos!! There is sperm all over my favourite mirror! Do you know how had it is to clean that thing with all it’s integrate decoration?!”

Kratos shrugged, “Maybe you shouldn’t be so vain.”

“What does being vain have to do with anything?!” Zelos shouted, sitting up.

“When I saw you ‘strutting your stuff’ yesterday, and flirting with those shameless hussies I figured it was time for a lesson on who you belong too.”

“Well you’re no fun at all...” Zelos said pouting.

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Hopefully not to many spelling mistakes...