How to Break
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
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Kingdom Hearts › Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,398
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
How to Break
He’s too young to know how to do this to me.
(His lips slip down my collarbone slowly, almost painfully on my part.)
I should know better, I’m the older one in this situation.
(His hips grind roughly against mine, shoving our erections together with such force I nearly orgasm from that alone.)
I don’t know how to love; though he tells me repeatedly it doesn’t matter.
(His hand dances gracefully over my erection as his other hand trips it’s way down my back.)
When I look into his eyes, I can tell that it matters.
(His fingers are inside of me, stretching me, proving that I’m incomplete without some part of him inside of me.)
What’s this pain I feel when I think these thoughts?
(He slowly eases into me, filling me, making me complete, I shiver and moan his name into his ear.)
When I think of loosing him, I feel like I could die, is that important?
(His lips kiss away my tears of pain as slowly I adjust to his size; I could spend forever adjusting to him and I would still want more time.)
I want to know what love is.
(His first thrust sends a wave of pure bliss over my body; his second makes me groan for more, asking him silently to be harder on me.)
I need to love him!
(He complies to my silent plea, pounding into me harder and harder, my gasps and moans are his reward each time he increases the pace of his thrusts.)
How can I love him when I have no heart?
(He hits my sweet spot, and stars dance in front of me as I scream his name, all it takes is one thrust, and he has the spot memorized, hitting it with every thrust after.)
This Nobody needs a heart!
(His angled thrusts become harder and harder and I know soon I’ll be at the end, I know I’ll come screaming his name to him, as I always do.)
Roxas!
(“Roxas!”)
When we lay together afterwards, I’m always the one holding him, as if he needs comfort; even though he’s always the dominate one once our clothes come off and we start to dance.
I hold him tighter as a shiver passes through his body, this bout of sex had been particularly intense, as if we thought that we would never have another chance to melt together. After that, it's almost easy to pretend that we actually have hearts.
“I want you to know,” I whisper in his ear, loving the delicious tremor that runs through his sex-cooled body, “that if I had a heart, and I knew how to use it, it would be yours.”
He’s crying, and I know… if he had a heart, it would be broken.
(His lips slip down my collarbone slowly, almost painfully on my part.)
I should know better, I’m the older one in this situation.
(His hips grind roughly against mine, shoving our erections together with such force I nearly orgasm from that alone.)
I don’t know how to love; though he tells me repeatedly it doesn’t matter.
(His hand dances gracefully over my erection as his other hand trips it’s way down my back.)
When I look into his eyes, I can tell that it matters.
(His fingers are inside of me, stretching me, proving that I’m incomplete without some part of him inside of me.)
What’s this pain I feel when I think these thoughts?
(He slowly eases into me, filling me, making me complete, I shiver and moan his name into his ear.)
When I think of loosing him, I feel like I could die, is that important?
(His lips kiss away my tears of pain as slowly I adjust to his size; I could spend forever adjusting to him and I would still want more time.)
I want to know what love is.
(His first thrust sends a wave of pure bliss over my body; his second makes me groan for more, asking him silently to be harder on me.)
I need to love him!
(He complies to my silent plea, pounding into me harder and harder, my gasps and moans are his reward each time he increases the pace of his thrusts.)
How can I love him when I have no heart?
(He hits my sweet spot, and stars dance in front of me as I scream his name, all it takes is one thrust, and he has the spot memorized, hitting it with every thrust after.)
This Nobody needs a heart!
(His angled thrusts become harder and harder and I know soon I’ll be at the end, I know I’ll come screaming his name to him, as I always do.)
Roxas!
(“Roxas!”)
When we lay together afterwards, I’m always the one holding him, as if he needs comfort; even though he’s always the dominate one once our clothes come off and we start to dance.
I hold him tighter as a shiver passes through his body, this bout of sex had been particularly intense, as if we thought that we would never have another chance to melt together. After that, it's almost easy to pretend that we actually have hearts.
“I want you to know,” I whisper in his ear, loving the delicious tremor that runs through his sex-cooled body, “that if I had a heart, and I knew how to use it, it would be yours.”
He’s crying, and I know… if he had a heart, it would be broken.