Dixit Games Of Strategy

xxxHOLiC, Kimihiro Watanuki / Shizuka Domek, sex in the kitchen

Title: Fame
Fandom: xxxHolic
Characters: Kimihiro Watanuki , Shizuka Doumeki
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Genre: Sentimental , Erotic
Alerts: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP
Word Count: 749
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and for the "A prompt a day ...", continuous ideal of "The inevitable karma."




"It takes a lot to be ready?"
purple, Watanuki answered that question whispered in his ear with a groan: thus Doumeki insisted, placing her hands on her hips and pressing her chest against his back.
"I'm hungry ..."
More and more red, the darling of the witch had to make an effort not to turn around and hit him, but continued to place the food in the bento box.
Doumeki's hands moved to her abdomen, sliding under the apron kitchen, and Watanuki found himself growling, furious with the karma that forced him to suffer and that rather than defend Yuko had left him free to use their kitchens.
"Done."
With a sigh, the cook put the sticks, with a little satisfaction watching the perfect job, only to then jump each other's arms when he felt unbutton the pants of his uniform.
"What are you doing?"
The voice sounded hysterical in the kitchen, contrasting greatly with the whisper quiet, which was in response.
"Eat."



Watanuki shook the eyes, biting her lip, red lips.
With a smile, Doumeki pushed his fingers inside of him, watching him raise his head slightly, trying to suppress a groan. Slowly, he took out the still, listening to the breath of Watanuki, the noise of her body on his hand, his muffled moans. He licked his lip, enjoying the humid heat of the boy.
"Aaah."
In response to his hand, the darling of the witch lifted the sticks with a trembling hand, to take.
With shining eyes, the archer again inserted his fingers inside of him, enjoying the shooting that took the basin of the other.
Moving forward, Doumeki pressed his lips on her bare shoulder, baciandone the warm skin, stretched so thin that the bones made him look like a crane. Be there without thinking too much bared his teeth, bite plane. Watanuki gasped, taking from another dumpling bento box resting on the floor next to them and bring it closer to Doumeki who immediately took it in his mouth, staring into his eyes half shut.
With a grin, the boy said in a finger in his opening over, listening to the low growl of the teeth of the young man sitting on his lap.
"Aaaah."
Trembling, lowering himself on his toes, Watanuki's put a roll in his mouth, looking chew slowly without taking his eyes off her. Smiling, the archer drew back the apron, the only thing he had left him, watching the towering erection in front of him.
"I'm not the only one to feel hungry, then ..."
Watanuki's gaze became furious for a moment while shooting, biting his lips tight, the meatball stuck in his mouth again.
Sadistic, Doumeki pulled away on the third finger, leaving in only two. Hissing, Watanuki went a bit 'more pressure on his fingers, impala.
"Again?"
Snarling, the pupil Witch was tempted to get up and go away on their knees. The combination of hand Doumeki that rested on his erection and the third finger returned to its opening, however, convinced him to stay.
"More?"
legs trembling, Watanuki's stuck in the mouth with anger an entire inarizushi.
In response, Doumeki he raised his finger, replacing them with his own State, sinking into his body in one movement. The chopsticks fell to the ground, bouncing with two light sounds and the boy clung to the shoulders of the lover, going in against him. The kitchen was filled
groans of the two boys, the sound of their moist bodies rubbed against each other more and more excited.


prey to chills, Watanuki tried to lift his head to look at the boy, his head between her legs, licking his penis, holding it between his lips.
"Enough ..."
But the pants were lost, unable to go beyond the hand that had led to his mouth. Despite his own request, the boy continued to move the dock, sinking into the mouth of the other. With a groan of the previous highest, threw his head on the floor, every force that diminished from his body and with the arrival of pleasure.
Without a thread of protest, Doumeki got up from his erection, swallowing.
The archer ran the back of his hand on his lips and cleansed of all traces of semen before moving to his head, crawling on the floor.
"Watanuki?
The boy opened his eyes, trying to focus on it though without glasses. Wearily raised her hand, stroking the cheek of the bow with a slight smile.
Smiling too, Doumeki dropped, kissing on the lips before speaking.
"Watanuki, I was still hungry."