Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ secret sleep ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ 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: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Digimon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.05.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon and Yamato, Ken and Daisuke in particular. Nothing of what is written here is described in the show. The show is for kids. The story is for adults. Lemon.
I never said there would be Yamato-Ken-Daisuke threesome. I said maybe. It depends on Ken and Yamato. ^_^
Unintentionally and unwillingly, I started to witness that act every night I stayed over. No, surely not every night but I was amazed at the multitude of times I woke up to their sex. At first, I tried to sleep through it cursing my ability and their lust; later I waited through the whole scene and listened in to their murmured conversation after the love making (plotting horrible revenge on Yamato); finally I used to lie on my futon, eyes closed and comforted by their soft or rough sounds and whispers and rustling of the bed.
But some time after, I found myself wondering how it all started every night and because I only woke up in the middle of it I decided to not fall asleep at all in the evening. So I pretended.
After they supposed I was soundly sleeping, they started to stir. Ken shared Yamato's bed, I already mentioned it, and the first I heard from them was something in the line of, "Is Dai asleep already?" In the majority of nights, it was Ken who originated the sexual prelude while Yamato either declined or accepted, and due to Ken's persistance, he rarely declined the offer. This is one of examples. Having visually checked on me, Ken propped his head with his hand and steadily looked at Yamato from the pillow, his dark hair tilted to one side so that he had to blow it away. "Is your dad asleep?" Ken asked. Yamato grunted something about boys who had nothing better to do than play detective at night. Ken suggested they played something else. If Yamato was still unmoved, and Ken was serious about having sex, Ken whispered some nonsense into his ear: the Pyphagoras' theorem and the equations with sines and cosines or demonstration of tangent of parabola... I only know it because Yamato lost his temper once and rolled Ken over and slapped his ass repeatedly (and Ken was squirming away like a kitten) saying, "Here goes the tangent of parabola!" and Ken said, "Ita est!*".
I don't want you to misunderstand the nature of their relationship! It is not sadomasochism. I was indignant when I witnessed this and many other discriminating things but I learned from Ken's (rather pleased) facial expressions that it was the same thing one observes between brothers: the elder has a right to be authoritative and to punish the younger. And in case of Ken, punishment sounded right because he relentlessly pursued Yamato to have sex with him.
Well, the reason behind the whispering was first, to give Yamato a case of insomnia, or second, when Yamato was fed up with endless flow of words he would pin Ken down with a kiss on mouth. Then the fun started.
Ken slept in his pyjamas. Well, consider this taken off as quickly as possible. Yamato was freed from his shorts in no time by Ken's feet, knees and sometimes hands - when they weren't engrossed in flinging Yamato's singlet aside. Then there was a great giggling (a discussion of the strategy of sexual intercourse, I believe) and squirming (lubricating?) under the blanket previously thrown over them and a bundle of arms and legs would shook the bed and make the blanket rise and fall in white bursting billows.
Then came Ken's drawn-out gasp...
I used to watch them have sex for some time before realising that my crotch was growing in size and getting slicky and that I was hard. Some secret experiments with my erected cock gave me quite a satisfaction. I keep it down, leaving wet bites on my pillow or my fingers. When I started to regularly go into the bathroom in the middle of the night to clean up, I became a voyeur.
And you bet I was an insatiable rapturous one. Not that I ever complained - Yamato and Ken have an inimitable imagination and I love their tricks to death. I love it when Ken caresses himself - he has delicate sensitive fingers and as they slide up his own body in circles - up his ribs, grazing his nipples, diving to his stomach and his crotch, parting to grasp his thighs and running their tops on the shivering white flesh to his neck where he pushes them in the air at the same time gathering his scattering hair and releasing it between his fingers, and his mouth is opened in a sensual soundless moan; I want these fingers to roam my body, and my throat is withering devoid of his kisses, I twist on the sheets and I'm dying of my lust...
The blanket flew open, it stoped at the waist or at least at the ass. Yamato kept it to stuff Ken's mouth with its corner when the boy began to scream.
Ken doesn't scream from pain. From pain he weeps into the pillow soundlessly. He screams because he likes it; when it is loud and voiced, when everybody jerks awake because of his love cries - that's his idea of a great fuck. It's okay with me, but I'm not sure if Yamato's father can sleep well during this. Or neighbours, for that fact...
Yamato was on top -
- like I said, Ken likes anal. I don't know why, I never tried. Maybe because Yamato is small and doesn't hurt him..? Okay, kidding, Yamato is big, believe me. Now I wonder if Ken would enjoy Taichi, because Taichi is also big. Would he enjoy me? I'm too scared to ask. Me and Taichi are the only ones they leave out of discussion. I guess we are boring. But I don't really know. Probably, Taichi is in disgrace because he doesn't like anal and he is too dominating for Yamato's liking - Ken never ever talks about himself and my idol. Me? I'm just a friend. Really, Ken never suggests topics like: I Would Fuck Daisuke If... or Ten Ways To Seduce My Best Friend. But you should hear them discussing Ten Ways To Seduce Koushirou When He Is Buried In His Laptop...
- Ken was under him, shivering. Yamato pushed his legs apart and entered him. Ken rose on his elbows with a breathless moan. The blonde pressed him back into the pillow massaging his shaking shoulders before slipping his hand in between Ken's stomach and the sheets. Thrust. Ken raised his face and blew a strand of indigo hair out of his mouth in an annoyed groan.
"Harder."
I am. Maybe Yamato is not pushing himself to exertion at the start but I am already hard and find difficulty in hiding the flexing of my hand in my pants under the thin blanket. But of course, it is forbidden for me to cry.
"Baka!" Ken groaned and gasping pushed himself to meet his thrusts. Yamato stole his hand to close Ken's mouth and two surprised dark eyes narrowed in indignation. He tried to bite. Yamato showed who was in control of the situation by raising the boy's hips, teasing his erection and slamming into his ass. Ken arched, growling in Yamato's palm, eyes half-lidded every time Yamato pushed; now he shut them in intense pleasure, now he flung them open in premonition of another thrust...
The rhythm quickened. Ken shifted his legs subconsciously to hold himself in the best position on the slippery sheets, his body writhes -
- I always have an impression of a song when I look at him like that; he can be writhing like a flute melody, he can be stricking like guitar, he can be flowing and curling like piano; when a wonderful gentle melody, when a torn melody, when a chaotical cacophony of notes I imagine his body in the climax of love-making..
- under Yamato who was making his orgasm, and Ken came into his hand while the other hand was safely clasped over his mouth preventing silly flood of words among which there could be MY name!...
By that time I close my eyes and quietly come between my slicky fingers and hear Yamato's cry when he looses his reason in the moment of orgasm. I wish I could scream too but one has to keep it down... I smear my sperm over the shirt of my pyjamas and wipe my hand on the trousers. Later comes the change of clothes in the bathroom. I have two identical pyjamas... Funny, isn't it? I tried tissues in case you are curious and I do use them sometimes but I don't want to explain a box of tissues by my bed to Ken or Yamato.
The final stage of their sexual act - considering they don't fuck twice or thrice on one night - is a bathroom or a towel... and a glass of blackberry or cranberry juice for Ken.
I go back to sleep with my heart pondering wildly in my side. I'm too tired to spy on their conversation and besides, they would never discuss me, unless someday I get drunk like a skunk and dance naked on a windowsill...
And I have a dream about Ken fucking me against the glass of that misfortunate window and the stupid blinking city lights outside...
"Baka!..."
tsuzuku...
*ita est (don't mix with Itai!) - it is so. (Latin)
I never said there would be Yamato-Ken-Daisuke threesome. I said maybe. It depends on Ken and Yamato. ^_^
Unintentionally and unwillingly, I started to witness that act every night I stayed over. No, surely not every night but I was amazed at the multitude of times I woke up to their sex. At first, I tried to sleep through it cursing my ability and their lust; later I waited through the whole scene and listened in to their murmured conversation after the love making (plotting horrible revenge on Yamato); finally I used to lie on my futon, eyes closed and comforted by their soft or rough sounds and whispers and rustling of the bed.
But some time after, I found myself wondering how it all started every night and because I only woke up in the middle of it I decided to not fall asleep at all in the evening. So I pretended.
After they supposed I was soundly sleeping, they started to stir. Ken shared Yamato's bed, I already mentioned it, and the first I heard from them was something in the line of, "Is Dai asleep already?" In the majority of nights, it was Ken who originated the sexual prelude while Yamato either declined or accepted, and due to Ken's persistance, he rarely declined the offer. This is one of examples. Having visually checked on me, Ken propped his head with his hand and steadily looked at Yamato from the pillow, his dark hair tilted to one side so that he had to blow it away. "Is your dad asleep?" Ken asked. Yamato grunted something about boys who had nothing better to do than play detective at night. Ken suggested they played something else. If Yamato was still unmoved, and Ken was serious about having sex, Ken whispered some nonsense into his ear: the Pyphagoras' theorem and the equations with sines and cosines or demonstration of tangent of parabola... I only know it because Yamato lost his temper once and rolled Ken over and slapped his ass repeatedly (and Ken was squirming away like a kitten) saying, "Here goes the tangent of parabola!" and Ken said, "Ita est!*".
I don't want you to misunderstand the nature of their relationship! It is not sadomasochism. I was indignant when I witnessed this and many other discriminating things but I learned from Ken's (rather pleased) facial expressions that it was the same thing one observes between brothers: the elder has a right to be authoritative and to punish the younger. And in case of Ken, punishment sounded right because he relentlessly pursued Yamato to have sex with him.
Well, the reason behind the whispering was first, to give Yamato a case of insomnia, or second, when Yamato was fed up with endless flow of words he would pin Ken down with a kiss on mouth. Then the fun started.
Ken slept in his pyjamas. Well, consider this taken off as quickly as possible. Yamato was freed from his shorts in no time by Ken's feet, knees and sometimes hands - when they weren't engrossed in flinging Yamato's singlet aside. Then there was a great giggling (a discussion of the strategy of sexual intercourse, I believe) and squirming (lubricating?) under the blanket previously thrown over them and a bundle of arms and legs would shook the bed and make the blanket rise and fall in white bursting billows.
Then came Ken's drawn-out gasp...
I used to watch them have sex for some time before realising that my crotch was growing in size and getting slicky and that I was hard. Some secret experiments with my erected cock gave me quite a satisfaction. I keep it down, leaving wet bites on my pillow or my fingers. When I started to regularly go into the bathroom in the middle of the night to clean up, I became a voyeur.
And you bet I was an insatiable rapturous one. Not that I ever complained - Yamato and Ken have an inimitable imagination and I love their tricks to death. I love it when Ken caresses himself - he has delicate sensitive fingers and as they slide up his own body in circles - up his ribs, grazing his nipples, diving to his stomach and his crotch, parting to grasp his thighs and running their tops on the shivering white flesh to his neck where he pushes them in the air at the same time gathering his scattering hair and releasing it between his fingers, and his mouth is opened in a sensual soundless moan; I want these fingers to roam my body, and my throat is withering devoid of his kisses, I twist on the sheets and I'm dying of my lust...
The blanket flew open, it stoped at the waist or at least at the ass. Yamato kept it to stuff Ken's mouth with its corner when the boy began to scream.
Ken doesn't scream from pain. From pain he weeps into the pillow soundlessly. He screams because he likes it; when it is loud and voiced, when everybody jerks awake because of his love cries - that's his idea of a great fuck. It's okay with me, but I'm not sure if Yamato's father can sleep well during this. Or neighbours, for that fact...
Yamato was on top -
- like I said, Ken likes anal. I don't know why, I never tried. Maybe because Yamato is small and doesn't hurt him..? Okay, kidding, Yamato is big, believe me. Now I wonder if Ken would enjoy Taichi, because Taichi is also big. Would he enjoy me? I'm too scared to ask. Me and Taichi are the only ones they leave out of discussion. I guess we are boring. But I don't really know. Probably, Taichi is in disgrace because he doesn't like anal and he is too dominating for Yamato's liking - Ken never ever talks about himself and my idol. Me? I'm just a friend. Really, Ken never suggests topics like: I Would Fuck Daisuke If... or Ten Ways To Seduce My Best Friend. But you should hear them discussing Ten Ways To Seduce Koushirou When He Is Buried In His Laptop...
- Ken was under him, shivering. Yamato pushed his legs apart and entered him. Ken rose on his elbows with a breathless moan. The blonde pressed him back into the pillow massaging his shaking shoulders before slipping his hand in between Ken's stomach and the sheets. Thrust. Ken raised his face and blew a strand of indigo hair out of his mouth in an annoyed groan.
"Harder."
I am. Maybe Yamato is not pushing himself to exertion at the start but I am already hard and find difficulty in hiding the flexing of my hand in my pants under the thin blanket. But of course, it is forbidden for me to cry.
"Baka!" Ken groaned and gasping pushed himself to meet his thrusts. Yamato stole his hand to close Ken's mouth and two surprised dark eyes narrowed in indignation. He tried to bite. Yamato showed who was in control of the situation by raising the boy's hips, teasing his erection and slamming into his ass. Ken arched, growling in Yamato's palm, eyes half-lidded every time Yamato pushed; now he shut them in intense pleasure, now he flung them open in premonition of another thrust...
The rhythm quickened. Ken shifted his legs subconsciously to hold himself in the best position on the slippery sheets, his body writhes -
- I always have an impression of a song when I look at him like that; he can be writhing like a flute melody, he can be stricking like guitar, he can be flowing and curling like piano; when a wonderful gentle melody, when a torn melody, when a chaotical cacophony of notes I imagine his body in the climax of love-making..
- under Yamato who was making his orgasm, and Ken came into his hand while the other hand was safely clasped over his mouth preventing silly flood of words among which there could be MY name!...
By that time I close my eyes and quietly come between my slicky fingers and hear Yamato's cry when he looses his reason in the moment of orgasm. I wish I could scream too but one has to keep it down... I smear my sperm over the shirt of my pyjamas and wipe my hand on the trousers. Later comes the change of clothes in the bathroom. I have two identical pyjamas... Funny, isn't it? I tried tissues in case you are curious and I do use them sometimes but I don't want to explain a box of tissues by my bed to Ken or Yamato.
The final stage of their sexual act - considering they don't fuck twice or thrice on one night - is a bathroom or a towel... and a glass of blackberry or cranberry juice for Ken.
I go back to sleep with my heart pondering wildly in my side. I'm too tired to spy on their conversation and besides, they would never discuss me, unless someday I get drunk like a skunk and dance naked on a windowsill...
And I have a dream about Ken fucking me against the glass of that misfortunate window and the stupid blinking city lights outside...
"Baka!..."
tsuzuku...
*ita est (don't mix with Itai!) - it is so. (Latin)