Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Christmas in Bed ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Siberian4Abyssinian 
Ken x Aya spending a Christmas morning in bed.
LEMON PWP.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Ken x Aya spending a Christmas morning in bed.
LEMON PWP.
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.24.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Title: Christmas in Bed.
Series: Weiss
Pairing: Ken x Aya
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, OOC, PWP, LEMON
Disclaimer: Not mine.
CHRISTMAS IN BED.
Ken looked up at the sky and scowled, it was bloody freezing and rain clouds were beginning to draw in, darkening what had promised to be a nice, bright winter morning.
"Ken," a voice slurred his name, "Come back to bed - you're letting the cold in."
Dropping the curtain back, he re-covered the window and climbed back under the quilts, enjoying the way his lover squirmed and tried to get away as he threaded his cold arms about his waist.
"This year," he sighed, "It's our first Christmas without Youji and Omi."
"Ah, and the first with Krypton Brand," Aya pulled the soccer player closer, until he could feel the man's broad chest against his back, "Do you regret leaving Japan?"
"Sometimes," Ken answered honestly, twisting slightly to look at the redhead over his shoulder, "The climate over there is better, the food is better - and I can understand the language..."
"So why did you come over here? Why don't you go back?" the swordsman interrupted with a note of hurt not quite hidden in his voice.
"Aya," Ken gently kissed the man, "If you can't see why I stay - why I came over in the first place, then things between us aren't the same as what I think they are."
Aya almost winced as his earlier hurt was reflected back to him, "It's not that," he hurried to explain, "I hoped - I wanted you to come here with me, but I didn't know if I would be enough."
The first glimmers of pain disappeared from Ken's eyes as he rolled the swordsman over and pulled him close, hands roaming from waist to clasp and pet at the smooth ass just waiting there for him.
"Ke~n," Aya managed to twist out and loom over the brunette who shifted accommodatingly to lie on his back. Aya smiled warmly, his messy red hair falling in haphazard clumps over his face to tickle the skin of Ken's bare chest as he bent over him.
Initiating another hot kiss, he gasped and moaned into it as Ken's hands had their wicked way with his flesh.
When a single dry digit touched the opening of his body he froze momentarily then shuddered with a sigh. Reaching over Ken to the bedside cabinet, he grabbed the lube, and tried to ignore the pleasure pain tingle of Ken stroking a finger over his hole, and chewing on a nipple at the same time.
His cock felt heavy and ached, the tip of it was only just being caressed by his lover's stomach muscles every time he breathed.
He was about to move when Ken's hands and teeth disappeared from his body. Before he had time to complain, he found himself turned and shifted until he was lounging in a more upright position against the bedboard with the quilt gone by his feet.
"Thank you," Ken smirked as he relieved Aya of the lube. Shuffling down, he pulled the redhead's legs wide open, taking his time to admire the view.
"Ken!" Aya was blushing and tried to draw his legs together, feeling too exposed.
"Don't," Ken pushed and gently ran his hands up and down the man's inner thighs, enjoying the way the muscles twitched underneath his grasp.
Leaning over, he licked a wet trail right up to the juncture of leg and crotch, taking great care not to touch the shaft or tightly drawn up balls before him.
He repeated his action on the other leg and back again a few times, until Aya was trembling against his hands.
"Ken - please!" Aya begged, just having enough presence of mind not to throw his head back against the hard wooden bed board behind him.
Satisfied with his actions, Ken started again - this time on Aya's chest, taking similar pains to avoid his nipples.
He continued until the man was nearly sobbing, his body covered in perspiration and his cock straining so hard it looked like it could bend steel.
Taking a small pink nipple into his mouth, he nibbled and sucked until it was a tender peak. With one hand, he gently stroked Aya's balls, and with the other, he opened the lube.
Getting the bottle open, he sat up completely, chuckling at the wild eyed and desperate look on his lover's face.
Drizzling the thick liquid onto his fingers, he returned them to Aya's body, gently stroking and massaging until he could get them in without pain.
He stretched him wide with three fingers, every now and then taking care to nudge Aya's prostate and make him arch like a startled cat.
"K...Ken p~lease," Aya begged as Ken's second hand began torturing his nipples again, "Take me - please."
"You only had to ask," the soccer player was smug, but he too was sweating and his erection looked almost painful.
Slathering his cock with lube, Ken pressed home, gasping as Aya's muscled legs came up round his waist and pulled him in faster and closer. They both groaned as the base of Ken's cock hit Aya's ass.
"Love you," Ken panted, and kissed the redhead below him.
"Ah, love you too - now move!" Aya smiled and moaned loudly as his ever-obedient Ken did as he was told.
The rhythm was long and deep, picking up speed and intensity as they both reached climax with a loud call of each other’s names.
They lay exhausted as they were until Ken slipped free, and Aya slowly moved his legs.
"N...never doubt," Ken paused to get his breath back, "Never doubt I love you - and I'd go anywhere to be with you."
"Ah," Aya's smile widened and softened as he half-heartedly reached a hand out to the bedside cabinet for the tissues, "I love you too."
A loud knock on the door stopped Ken from reaching across and kissing Aya again. Instead he called out irritably, "Who is it?"
"Santa Claus," the sarcastic remark came back with a distinctly German accent, "And if you two are quite finished screwing, we'd like to open our presents now - you know, before Christmas is over."
"Well we've not finished screwing - so fuck off."
The unusually crude remark stunned both Chloe and Ken.
Ken was the first to recover - with a giggle that turned into a groan as Aya discarded his handful of tissues and started his payback on Ken.
From outside the door, Chloe felt his face heating up, the noises coming from within the bedroom weren't just suggestive, they were downright animalistic.
To start with he hadn't thought much of the two men - Aya he had seen as just having a pretty face, and all Ken had was a pretty body, and they both had delicious voices with nothing else going for them - then he'd gotten to know them.
Suddenly he'd realised that Aya had a sly sense of humour and subtle wit that complemented his usual angsty expression, and Ken - Ken had a brain, something he'd not expected to find in a football player.
He'd found that Ken was devoted, loyal and intelligent with a dirty sense of humour and a bad case of self-doubt.
A particularly loud groan drew his attention back to the room and adjusting his pants he sighed - he was being a voyeur.
"Chloe?" Michael's voice called up the stairs, "Are they coming?"
The blond opened his mouth to answer when a toe-curling moan spilled out of the bedroom.
"Yeah," he called down, "I'd say they are."
"Okay!" Michael's happy voice floated up and with a wry grin, Chloe left his post, adjusting his trousers one more time, satisfied that the two Japanese men would be down when they were ready, sure that there was nothing under the tree could beat what they shared behind the bedroom door, "Merry Christmas you two!" he called out and jogged down the stairs to join the rest of his odd family.
OWARI.
Series: Weiss
Pairing: Ken x Aya
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU, OOC, PWP, LEMON
Disclaimer: Not mine.
CHRISTMAS IN BED.
Ken looked up at the sky and scowled, it was bloody freezing and rain clouds were beginning to draw in, darkening what had promised to be a nice, bright winter morning.
"Ken," a voice slurred his name, "Come back to bed - you're letting the cold in."
Dropping the curtain back, he re-covered the window and climbed back under the quilts, enjoying the way his lover squirmed and tried to get away as he threaded his cold arms about his waist.
"This year," he sighed, "It's our first Christmas without Youji and Omi."
"Ah, and the first with Krypton Brand," Aya pulled the soccer player closer, until he could feel the man's broad chest against his back, "Do you regret leaving Japan?"
"Sometimes," Ken answered honestly, twisting slightly to look at the redhead over his shoulder, "The climate over there is better, the food is better - and I can understand the language..."
"So why did you come over here? Why don't you go back?" the swordsman interrupted with a note of hurt not quite hidden in his voice.
"Aya," Ken gently kissed the man, "If you can't see why I stay - why I came over in the first place, then things between us aren't the same as what I think they are."
Aya almost winced as his earlier hurt was reflected back to him, "It's not that," he hurried to explain, "I hoped - I wanted you to come here with me, but I didn't know if I would be enough."
The first glimmers of pain disappeared from Ken's eyes as he rolled the swordsman over and pulled him close, hands roaming from waist to clasp and pet at the smooth ass just waiting there for him.
"Ke~n," Aya managed to twist out and loom over the brunette who shifted accommodatingly to lie on his back. Aya smiled warmly, his messy red hair falling in haphazard clumps over his face to tickle the skin of Ken's bare chest as he bent over him.
Initiating another hot kiss, he gasped and moaned into it as Ken's hands had their wicked way with his flesh.
When a single dry digit touched the opening of his body he froze momentarily then shuddered with a sigh. Reaching over Ken to the bedside cabinet, he grabbed the lube, and tried to ignore the pleasure pain tingle of Ken stroking a finger over his hole, and chewing on a nipple at the same time.
His cock felt heavy and ached, the tip of it was only just being caressed by his lover's stomach muscles every time he breathed.
He was about to move when Ken's hands and teeth disappeared from his body. Before he had time to complain, he found himself turned and shifted until he was lounging in a more upright position against the bedboard with the quilt gone by his feet.
"Thank you," Ken smirked as he relieved Aya of the lube. Shuffling down, he pulled the redhead's legs wide open, taking his time to admire the view.
"Ken!" Aya was blushing and tried to draw his legs together, feeling too exposed.
"Don't," Ken pushed and gently ran his hands up and down the man's inner thighs, enjoying the way the muscles twitched underneath his grasp.
Leaning over, he licked a wet trail right up to the juncture of leg and crotch, taking great care not to touch the shaft or tightly drawn up balls before him.
He repeated his action on the other leg and back again a few times, until Aya was trembling against his hands.
"Ken - please!" Aya begged, just having enough presence of mind not to throw his head back against the hard wooden bed board behind him.
Satisfied with his actions, Ken started again - this time on Aya's chest, taking similar pains to avoid his nipples.
He continued until the man was nearly sobbing, his body covered in perspiration and his cock straining so hard it looked like it could bend steel.
Taking a small pink nipple into his mouth, he nibbled and sucked until it was a tender peak. With one hand, he gently stroked Aya's balls, and with the other, he opened the lube.
Getting the bottle open, he sat up completely, chuckling at the wild eyed and desperate look on his lover's face.
Drizzling the thick liquid onto his fingers, he returned them to Aya's body, gently stroking and massaging until he could get them in without pain.
He stretched him wide with three fingers, every now and then taking care to nudge Aya's prostate and make him arch like a startled cat.
"K...Ken p~lease," Aya begged as Ken's second hand began torturing his nipples again, "Take me - please."
"You only had to ask," the soccer player was smug, but he too was sweating and his erection looked almost painful.
Slathering his cock with lube, Ken pressed home, gasping as Aya's muscled legs came up round his waist and pulled him in faster and closer. They both groaned as the base of Ken's cock hit Aya's ass.
"Love you," Ken panted, and kissed the redhead below him.
"Ah, love you too - now move!" Aya smiled and moaned loudly as his ever-obedient Ken did as he was told.
The rhythm was long and deep, picking up speed and intensity as they both reached climax with a loud call of each other’s names.
They lay exhausted as they were until Ken slipped free, and Aya slowly moved his legs.
"N...never doubt," Ken paused to get his breath back, "Never doubt I love you - and I'd go anywhere to be with you."
"Ah," Aya's smile widened and softened as he half-heartedly reached a hand out to the bedside cabinet for the tissues, "I love you too."
A loud knock on the door stopped Ken from reaching across and kissing Aya again. Instead he called out irritably, "Who is it?"
"Santa Claus," the sarcastic remark came back with a distinctly German accent, "And if you two are quite finished screwing, we'd like to open our presents now - you know, before Christmas is over."
"Well we've not finished screwing - so fuck off."
The unusually crude remark stunned both Chloe and Ken.
Ken was the first to recover - with a giggle that turned into a groan as Aya discarded his handful of tissues and started his payback on Ken.
From outside the door, Chloe felt his face heating up, the noises coming from within the bedroom weren't just suggestive, they were downright animalistic.
To start with he hadn't thought much of the two men - Aya he had seen as just having a pretty face, and all Ken had was a pretty body, and they both had delicious voices with nothing else going for them - then he'd gotten to know them.
Suddenly he'd realised that Aya had a sly sense of humour and subtle wit that complemented his usual angsty expression, and Ken - Ken had a brain, something he'd not expected to find in a football player.
He'd found that Ken was devoted, loyal and intelligent with a dirty sense of humour and a bad case of self-doubt.
A particularly loud groan drew his attention back to the room and adjusting his pants he sighed - he was being a voyeur.
"Chloe?" Michael's voice called up the stairs, "Are they coming?"
The blond opened his mouth to answer when a toe-curling moan spilled out of the bedroom.
"Yeah," he called down, "I'd say they are."
"Okay!" Michael's happy voice floated up and with a wry grin, Chloe left his post, adjusting his trousers one more time, satisfied that the two Japanese men would be down when they were ready, sure that there was nothing under the tree could beat what they shared behind the bedroom door, "Merry Christmas you two!" he called out and jogged down the stairs to join the rest of his odd family.
OWARI.