Kingdom Hearts, Sephiroth/Riku/Cloud, wing kink
He never imagined he’d find himself here, pinned between the two of them. Even now they’re fighting, though it’s a gentler sort of combat than their usual, fingers scoring down pale skin, teeth marking whatever is in reach, and those wings – oh, those wings – bumping and shifting and twining with each other.
Riku isn’t even all that sure whether Sephiroth and Cloud entirely know that he’s there, but he’s happy to remind them of it. He’s the one that pins Cloud to the ground, one hand sliding hot and slick between those pale thighs as his lips taste the Darkness-made-flesh of his wing. It’s his body that Sephiroth arches over, heavy and looming, all three wings spread wide.
And as Riku slides deep into the Light half of the single soul, Darkness is slipping inside of him as well, and he throws his head back with a cry of desire. This – this is what he wants. Not just one or the other, but both in balance, twisting and twining around him, feathers and leather finding a sudden point where they can work together instead of against each other, and it’s because of him.
Somehow he thinks he can feel wings of his own to complement theirs – maybe he’d have two, instead of three or one, and he’d be something that can hold the both of them as they slide against each other, lust and passion consuming them, and wrapping them all about in wings of pleasure.