|Nina (allira_dream) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2007-09-16 01:03:00
|Entry tags:||a: allira_dream, f: weiss kreuz, p: kyo/sena, september 16|
Someone He Doesn't Recognize, Weiss Kreuz Glühen, Kyo/Sena.
Title: Someone He Doesn't Recognize.
Warnings: Some spoilers for the characters.
Word count: 455
Summary: At least Kyo seems to actually give a damn, not like the others, who sort of look at him as if he was a ghost. At least Kyo looks at him.
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen, Kyo/Sena: First Time - “See who I am.”
Someone He Doesn't Recognize.
When Kyo doubts and starts pulling away, Sena blurts a 'it's okay, I've done it before'. That much is true, sorta, but still, he doesn't care much about remembering that, not if he absolutely doesn't have to. At least it makes Kyo stop pushing away and stare at him, hands still broad and warm on the skin of his back. Sena has a moment of almost laughing when his brain goes training-mode and tells him it's an opportunity he should take, but he does as he must. He rolls on his knees, all too aware of the silence of the place, half waiting to hear the sound of Aya's keys, pushes Kyo on his back and straddles him, low enough that he can feel Kyo hard against his ass.
Kyo is still tense but he doesn't fight him, doesn't push him away while saying he's just a kid. Sena leans forward, lips against Kyo's throat and he licks at the line of his throat, sucks where his pulse beats, rocks against him so that Kyou can feel he's hard too. Doing this, Sena doesn't have to think of the mission a few hours ago, of the first time he killed, of the way he would've thrown up if not for Ken being a dick about it. Like this it doesn't matter so much. And perhaps Kyo doesn't think he's a complete tool like the rest of Weiss do. At least Kyo seems to actually give a damn, not like the others, who sort of look at him as if he was a ghost. At least Kyo looks at him.
“You want to, right?” Sena asks, voice low, still rubbing against Kyo. He moves a hand between them and cups Kyo's cock, feeling the shape of it through his pants, stroking him like that. He licks his lips, wonders about offering to suck him to get him to agree. Would that be much like begging? Isn't it already what he's doing? “Kyo? You want to? Just... say something, please.”
Something changes in what little he can see of Kyo's expression then, some softness in his eyes and expression before he pulls him forward, one of his hands on the back of his neck and his other hand moving to his pants and inside them. Kyo's mouth muffles his gasp as Kyo's fingers wrap around his cock and starts tugging, tongue inside his mouth. It takes a lot of will not to moan at that, to instead work on opening Kyo's jeans and kiss back, to rub against him, and not to wonder exactly what had made Kyo change his mind, not important at all when Kyo was kissing him.