Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ secret sleep ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: wormmonsoulonfire 
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.11.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.11.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Secret Sleep (I hate that name!!!)
This is NC-17!!!!!!!!!!! That was a warning!!!!
(Daisuke's point of view)
I love to see him fuck.
This vision is embedded in my mind through many nights: his damp indigo hair flying, eyes mad, either half lidded with his thick eyelashes (he is pleased), or wide open so that you can see the bottom of his light violet eyes (he is nearing orgasm), or shut in concentration and a small furrow crossing his forehead and his teeth sunk in his lower lip (he is working)...; when he is on top (and I love when he is), he takes my favourite rider's position and his muscular torso glistens in moonlight as he shivers or erotically moves in a rhythm, steadying himself with his long slim arms on the covers by his lover's face.
There is a word for people like me - a voyeur, the one who is 'sexually gratified by looking at sexual objects or acts'. I enjoy watching my Ken have sex, but by god, if he ever discovers that at night when he and Yamato make love I only pretend to be sleeping, he would... His reaction? I don't know. I think that he could be mildly amazed. Dai-chan, that's me in his way of putting it, he is not interested in, Dai-chan is pure, he can't be a little pervert like Takeru or demonic creature like Iori, Dai-chan is his best friend. He never discusses my persona with Yamato, not like they discuss why Taichi wouldn't like anal or who is the dominant in Miyako-Hikari relationship.
And by god almighty, I have learnt things in this bedroom that I wouldn't figure in hundred years for myself. Like Hikari and Miyako's secret couple... or that you can use cold porridge for lubricant...
Coming back to my sinful obsession: in case he discovers it, he, one, might invite me in a threesome or, two, kick me out of the house and deprive me of the sight of him and Yamato having sex ever again... And this is not something I would risk. Though Ken is full of surprises...
That's another reason why I love him. Once a neglected child, then a genius, a mighty Kaiser of Digital realm, a trustful friend, a kind partner, now a passionate lover - but not mine. He could drag me in the bed with him, by god, I'd never refuse, but... he never offers.
I sometimes feel like a log when I'm by his side and he starts to feel similar out of companionship. Would he like to put that log in his bed and then make it two? From the first night I saw him in Yamato's arms - it was a painful shock because I loved him - I knew he belonged there, with freedom of fantasy, with freedom of movement and expression.
They are both artistic and their sexual intercourse is a kind of a play.. Fascinating.
Ken loves ideas. He is a sensualist. A tricky combination - that is why most of his brilliant ideas are embodied in the form of sex. He adores whipped cream, blackberries, cranberries, juice, menthol lubricant, bondage, scarves, full clothed sex, anal, good porno, screaming when Ishida father isn't at home, screaming other people names or something completely outrageous when he comes, the word 'yes', caress, whisper, laughing, tilting his head to one side so that the dark wave of his hair falls to the shoulder, Yamato, ice-cream with nougat and caramel, Yamato's singing, running his hands through the blonde hair, sex in any way Yamato wants it, me sleeping on my futon in my corner...
I love his moans and his shivers, especially if it's dark in the bedroom and the shadows cross the floor and the walls, and behind the window against which his lithe languid form is silhouetted bright lights of Odaiba flicker in iridescent splashes.
I can tell by the slightest sounds that escape his mouth what he feels or what he wants to feel and what he's doing at the moment. Anywhere where I hear him gasp in his own aspirated fashion, I know what is coming - be it a public men's room, a tent under the starry sky, someone's car, someone's bedroom or Yamato's dressing-room, - I smile and hurry Taichi or anyone outside. The realisation that I partake in their little scheme unknown to them makes me smile wide and laugh loudly. I feel like a guardian Angel who keeps their secret.
Besides, I can always picture in my mind the details of intercourse having witnessed it for so long. Every breath and every move - starting with Yamato's hand slipping inside Ken's shirt and his first gasp that I love so much to impatient moans and stifled 'yes!' when they move together, Ken's throwing back his head in ecstasy, indigo hair gathered in Yamato's supporting hand - I'm always worried that Ken might snap in two as he bends back and I think Yamato is worried too, thus he employs his hand to hold Ken close - Yamato's thrusting in and Ken half-whispering names between clenched teeth - Taichi... Osamu... Stingmon... Yama... Dai..suke! That's my favourite, when he cries out MY name on the peak of his orgasm... It's pivoting down my stomach, I treasure this memory, and it's right there when I need to masturbate..
But the most wonderful thing Ken cried - Did I mention he likes to name things and see on which he climaxes? - it was 'vanilla ice-cream'. Can you imagine a guy writhing in orgasm and crying 'vanilla ice-cream' on top of his voice?!... I confess with utmost honesty that I came that very instant though I wasn't remotedly hard...
In any case, I like it when Ken has sex. He is always happy after that. His face preserves a delicate flush, and his eyes are glazed but sparkling with vivacity, his laugh is contagious. I know when he had some fun even if I miss that first aspirated gasp of Yamato's name... I adore my Ken at those moments..
Every night when I'm allowed to sleep over I wait impatiently for them to make love. It is usually a complicated process that I enjoy greatly. It starts with the three of us turning off the TV and getting ready to bed. I'm first to the bathroom while Yamato spreads 'my' futon in the corner opposite his bed. Ken makes me hot chocolate. Sometimes I linger in the bathroom on purpose and listen if Ken goes to Yamato's room or Yamato goes to kitchen and then I'm sure they would kiss passionately. I can anticipate this kiss - the feeling spreads down my spine in prickles. I go to the kitchen in my pyjamas and savour my chocolate while Yamato and Ken are in the bathroom, brushing teeth, pulling on their pyjamas - scratch it, slipping each other tongue... Then I bury myself under my blanket, yawn widely and wish them good night and sweet dreams (Ken is in Yamato's bed), roll over and *supposedly* fall asleep.
The thing is I'm a heavy sleeper, I sleep like a log... but they don't know my secret of secrets... I always wake up if somebody has sex. That's how I found them out in the first place..
tsuzuku...
Part two later. Yes, it's my favourite Kenato!!! ^_^
This is NC-17!!!!!!!!!!! That was a warning!!!!
(Daisuke's point of view)
I love to see him fuck.
This vision is embedded in my mind through many nights: his damp indigo hair flying, eyes mad, either half lidded with his thick eyelashes (he is pleased), or wide open so that you can see the bottom of his light violet eyes (he is nearing orgasm), or shut in concentration and a small furrow crossing his forehead and his teeth sunk in his lower lip (he is working)...; when he is on top (and I love when he is), he takes my favourite rider's position and his muscular torso glistens in moonlight as he shivers or erotically moves in a rhythm, steadying himself with his long slim arms on the covers by his lover's face.
There is a word for people like me - a voyeur, the one who is 'sexually gratified by looking at sexual objects or acts'. I enjoy watching my Ken have sex, but by god, if he ever discovers that at night when he and Yamato make love I only pretend to be sleeping, he would... His reaction? I don't know. I think that he could be mildly amazed. Dai-chan, that's me in his way of putting it, he is not interested in, Dai-chan is pure, he can't be a little pervert like Takeru or demonic creature like Iori, Dai-chan is his best friend. He never discusses my persona with Yamato, not like they discuss why Taichi wouldn't like anal or who is the dominant in Miyako-Hikari relationship.
And by god almighty, I have learnt things in this bedroom that I wouldn't figure in hundred years for myself. Like Hikari and Miyako's secret couple... or that you can use cold porridge for lubricant...
Coming back to my sinful obsession: in case he discovers it, he, one, might invite me in a threesome or, two, kick me out of the house and deprive me of the sight of him and Yamato having sex ever again... And this is not something I would risk. Though Ken is full of surprises...
That's another reason why I love him. Once a neglected child, then a genius, a mighty Kaiser of Digital realm, a trustful friend, a kind partner, now a passionate lover - but not mine. He could drag me in the bed with him, by god, I'd never refuse, but... he never offers.
I sometimes feel like a log when I'm by his side and he starts to feel similar out of companionship. Would he like to put that log in his bed and then make it two? From the first night I saw him in Yamato's arms - it was a painful shock because I loved him - I knew he belonged there, with freedom of fantasy, with freedom of movement and expression.
They are both artistic and their sexual intercourse is a kind of a play.. Fascinating.
Ken loves ideas. He is a sensualist. A tricky combination - that is why most of his brilliant ideas are embodied in the form of sex. He adores whipped cream, blackberries, cranberries, juice, menthol lubricant, bondage, scarves, full clothed sex, anal, good porno, screaming when Ishida father isn't at home, screaming other people names or something completely outrageous when he comes, the word 'yes', caress, whisper, laughing, tilting his head to one side so that the dark wave of his hair falls to the shoulder, Yamato, ice-cream with nougat and caramel, Yamato's singing, running his hands through the blonde hair, sex in any way Yamato wants it, me sleeping on my futon in my corner...
I love his moans and his shivers, especially if it's dark in the bedroom and the shadows cross the floor and the walls, and behind the window against which his lithe languid form is silhouetted bright lights of Odaiba flicker in iridescent splashes.
I can tell by the slightest sounds that escape his mouth what he feels or what he wants to feel and what he's doing at the moment. Anywhere where I hear him gasp in his own aspirated fashion, I know what is coming - be it a public men's room, a tent under the starry sky, someone's car, someone's bedroom or Yamato's dressing-room, - I smile and hurry Taichi or anyone outside. The realisation that I partake in their little scheme unknown to them makes me smile wide and laugh loudly. I feel like a guardian Angel who keeps their secret.
Besides, I can always picture in my mind the details of intercourse having witnessed it for so long. Every breath and every move - starting with Yamato's hand slipping inside Ken's shirt and his first gasp that I love so much to impatient moans and stifled 'yes!' when they move together, Ken's throwing back his head in ecstasy, indigo hair gathered in Yamato's supporting hand - I'm always worried that Ken might snap in two as he bends back and I think Yamato is worried too, thus he employs his hand to hold Ken close - Yamato's thrusting in and Ken half-whispering names between clenched teeth - Taichi... Osamu... Stingmon... Yama... Dai..suke! That's my favourite, when he cries out MY name on the peak of his orgasm... It's pivoting down my stomach, I treasure this memory, and it's right there when I need to masturbate..
But the most wonderful thing Ken cried - Did I mention he likes to name things and see on which he climaxes? - it was 'vanilla ice-cream'. Can you imagine a guy writhing in orgasm and crying 'vanilla ice-cream' on top of his voice?!... I confess with utmost honesty that I came that very instant though I wasn't remotedly hard...
In any case, I like it when Ken has sex. He is always happy after that. His face preserves a delicate flush, and his eyes are glazed but sparkling with vivacity, his laugh is contagious. I know when he had some fun even if I miss that first aspirated gasp of Yamato's name... I adore my Ken at those moments..
Every night when I'm allowed to sleep over I wait impatiently for them to make love. It is usually a complicated process that I enjoy greatly. It starts with the three of us turning off the TV and getting ready to bed. I'm first to the bathroom while Yamato spreads 'my' futon in the corner opposite his bed. Ken makes me hot chocolate. Sometimes I linger in the bathroom on purpose and listen if Ken goes to Yamato's room or Yamato goes to kitchen and then I'm sure they would kiss passionately. I can anticipate this kiss - the feeling spreads down my spine in prickles. I go to the kitchen in my pyjamas and savour my chocolate while Yamato and Ken are in the bathroom, brushing teeth, pulling on their pyjamas - scratch it, slipping each other tongue... Then I bury myself under my blanket, yawn widely and wish them good night and sweet dreams (Ken is in Yamato's bed), roll over and *supposedly* fall asleep.
The thing is I'm a heavy sleeper, I sleep like a log... but they don't know my secret of secrets... I always wake up if somebody has sex. That's how I found them out in the first place..
tsuzuku...
Part two later. Yes, it's my favourite Kenato!!! ^_^