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Entry tags: | fandom: kh, post: porn, verse: b/o |
[Kingdom Hearts] [Auron/Yuffie] Ninja Versus Samurai
Title: Ninja versus Samurai
Fandom/Pairing: Kingdom Hearts; Auron/Yuffie
Rating: ESRB Rating of AO for Adults Only < pretty damn graphic sex IMO >
Summary: Auron and Yuffie have a bet...
Notes: For porn_battle, set in the Burnt Offerings universe.
The only good thing about the Wyrd Hare is that it has an excellent master bed. The decision of who sleeps in it when is usually a long and complicated argument (usually Yuffie attempts to persuade them to let her have it, and though it would be inappropriate that she not sleep alone, it is equally inappropriate that such a small person take such a large bed for herself) but, for once, they're not arguing.
And for once, they're not being appropriate.
She's tight around him, warm and soft and surprisingly good. Her hands dig into his shoulder while she rolls her hips in a fluid motion that leaves him gasping.
Auron throws his head back, feels his own fingers dig into her tiny waist. He's gripping her tightly, he knows, tightly enough to hurt, but her hips never stop rocking.
He takes in a deep breath, half from the sensations of pleasure, half from reluctance to lose their little bet.
He has to close his good eye for a moment, block out the sight of her moving above him, her head thrown back to expose that pale throat, her eyes closed in concentration or ecstasy.
She curls forward, showcasing that amazing flexibility once more, tangles her hands in his hair and bites him. Her teeth dig into his neck, right where the neck meets the shoulder, and he gasps her name.
He doesn't like gasping. It feels like a loss of control.
She rolls her hips again and uncurls, her back and neck once again arching. Auron watches her hands travel along her body, finally rising to her shoulders so she's stretching.
He fights back a groan, his grip on her hips tightening just a hair. Her rhythm speeds up and he groans again, closing his eyes.
"Neat trick," he says, when she tightens around him in a movement he suspects is deliberate.
"H-hey, Auron," she says, her voice just a little lower than usual, breathless in a way he likes hearing.
"Hn?"
"Feels like--ah!--I'm winning."
He closes his mouth for a moment to lock in the groan, because whatever she's doing with her hips is a dirty, dirty trick and he likes it. When he can speak again without betraying himself, he tells her, "You're not."
She merely laughs, though it comes out more like a panting chuckle.
Auron lets his hands rove along her body, finally sliding them just low enough. Her only response is a long, loud moan. His lips twitch into a smirk.
Look like she'll be quieting down whenever he tells her to for the next seven days.
Her eyes open. Auron watches, his fingers digging even dipper into her hips, as she looks at him through a curtain of eyelashes and dark hair.
The grin is unmistakable. He knows that grin well, even if its exact meaning seems something known distantly.
With a twist of her hips, she uses another dirty trick, one that is completely unfair. Coupled with the rhythm they've reached, it's enough to send him over the edge.
Climax is made a strange sensation; he's half giving into it and half fighting to stay in control. When he finally relaxes again, Yuffie collapses beside him with a whimper that sounds half-sated, half-irritated.
"Told you I'd win," she says. She sounds as if she wishes she hadn't. "Dead guys have no stamina."
"Hngh," he says.
"So, you wanna hand your sunglasses over now, or you wanna wait?" Her hand is warm on his chest. He watches her prop her elbows on his chest. That cheeky grin is back. "Ready to quit, or are you gonna tell me you want a rematch?"