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But I LOVE Pancakes!	By : HondoOokami Category: Kingdom Hearts > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is not mine and never will be, and I do not make any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-But I LOVE Pancakes!
- 2-Unexpected Reaction
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- 2
Setting: Sunset Terrace, inside the (mysterious) tunnel.

Characters: Roxas and Xion, 18.
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The thundering beat of rain echoed down the tunnel, still as strong as it was when it started ten minutes ago. This one could last a while, and that seemed certain. A real pity, because he was supposed to meet his girlfriend and all his other buddies at the Usual Spot for their weekly videogame tournament. Instead, he was stuck here with the troublesome girl who made him so late in the first place when they both got banged up in detention. Of course, she tried to shift the blame on him, stating he was the one who retaliated to her elastic band bombardment during class and made it worse, but in the end, they both served an equal sentence.
Roxas didn’t hate Xion at all, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. They could, on a good day, get along famously. It’s just that sometimes, much like his relationship with Seifer, they had a little rivalry going on.
“I’ve sent Naminé a text, telling her we’re going to be late for the tourney,” He informed his fellow drowned rat, who sat with her back to the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest. She’d been awfully quiet in the time they’d been sheltering, and she sat there with a faraway expression. “I said we wouldn’t mind them starting on without us, so long as they don’t eat all the Doritos and Jelly Babies before we got there.”
“Hn.”
Unsure if that was supposed to be a proper word in her response or a blasé grunt, Roxas continued.
“Olette’s not going to be too pleased. She’s been waiting all week for a rematch with you on Mario Kart after you pipped her at the very last second on the final straight with that Red Shell.”
Although she still had that distant look she smiled a little, and that was something at least. For some reason, she hadn’t been her usual spunky self since it started to rain. He didn’t want to show too much concern, as she normally wouldn’t accept any charity from him, yet, at the same time, he really wanted to know what was wrong. He couldn’t get anything out of her without covering the fact he was fussing over her.
“Hey,” Roxas squatted down in front of her, reached out and pinched her nose with the second knuckles of his index and middle fingers. Droplets splashed on his knuckles from the tips of her fringe. “Got your nose.”
That got the attention of her eyes, staring straight back into his, but her expression remained otherwise passive. Xion did, however, maintain eye contact and tilt her head back. Her mouth opened slightly as his palm heel touched her lips, and much to his surprise, she blew part of a weak raspberry against it. It must have been his ‘WTH’ face that made her smile in the way that she did.
“Huh... ‘kay...” Roxas released her nose. She dropped her head forward again, and her smile almost faded entirely. “Listen, I know you’d usually tell me to get stuffed, but... are you feeling alright? You haven’t said a single word since we got here, you look a bit spaced out and to be honest, it’s kinda bothering me.”
“Why’s that?”
Roxas quirked an eyebrow.
“Ah, you have answered my question with a question, as opposed to something straight-out, blunt and insulting. How interesting,” Roxas made a fist to rest his chin on. “Your silence is bothering me because it is, quite frankly, unnatural for you. I would much prefer it if you could drop an insult every now and again, you know? Like, maybe, ‘yo mama’, or something to that effect. Even just a single word would do just fine, like ‘cat’, ‘pancake’, or ‘Antidisestablishmentarianism’.”
“Why’d you pick on that word?”
“Because I spent a good whole weekend learning how to say it, so I can impress foreign dignitaries and other posh nobs at fancy dinner parties.”
“No, the other word,” Xion leant forward. She looked... somewhat upset. “’Pancake’. Why’d you say that word?”
“No particular reason. It was off the top of my head,” Roxas, despite not wanting to seem like he was fussing over her, couldn’t help the soft tone of voice. “Why, what’s the matter?”
Colour filled her lightly sun-tanned cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, and it was open a little while before any sounds came out. It was as if she was waiting for sound to be invented.
“It popped into your head right after... you looked at me?”
Eh? Looked at her?
“I... don’t follow,” Roxas frowned in genuine bafflement.
Xion’s gaze dropped. Slowly, she pushed her legs forward from her chest, and then... Roxas could see her white school shirt was practically laid on like a second skin from all the damp, and speaking of skin, he could see a lot of hers through the material. He could also see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and...
“Oh, jeez,” Roxas closed his eyes and turned his head away. He held up his hands apologetically. “I’m sorry, I think I can see your-”
“You can see my tits,” Xion said quietly. “What little there is of them. And you did, which was why you thought of pancakes.”
“No,” Roxas, now with his eyes open, kept her out of view. “I didn’t see anything of yours.”
“Of course you didn’t.”
“I didn’t mean it in the way you’re insinuating, Xion. You’ve got breasts, that I can confirm, but I didn’t see them any time before just now.”
“Took you that long to find them, huh?”
“Hey now, don’t be a silly mare,” He turned, placed both hands to the wall on either side of her head, leaned in so close their foreheads were practically touching, and looked straight into her eyes. He wanted to be this close to reduce his peripheral vision, and that’s the only reason... he told himself. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with what you’ve got. And besides, what’s wrong with pancakes? I love pancakes, and so do most other people.”
“Can you prove that?”
“Yes, I can prove that,” Roxas said in disbelief. “You can stay at my house tonight, and when we get up for breakfast tomorrow morning, I’ll make a huge stack of pancakes and quaff the lot. With heated maple syrup and a knob of butter on top.”
“No, I’m not talking about those pancakes,” She raised both her hands, which were shaking quite badly. He tried hard not to follow their path, but he knew he had to. Xion placed them over her chest. “These. Prove to me you think there’s nothing wrong with these.”
“H-how, exactly?”
Roxas dreaded asking, and he equally dreaded the answer. Xion turned her head away, and muttered something under her breath.
“Sorry?”
“Look... at them,” She repeated, her profile blushing profusely.
“Um... r-right, okay, I will,” Cheeks red-hot like a mirror to hers, Roxas pulled a face that suggested he was concentrating hard and looked down to where Xion had removed her hands.
There wasn’t any point denying Xion had a flat chest, but he did take exception to her not believing he liked a gal of small proportions. Take Naminé, for example. He wouldn’t date such a puny girl like her if he didn’t undyingly adore her petite washboard-body and stomach-knotting cuteness, which he does to an obsessive degree, and there are more than enough people milling around who’d vouch for him there. Those small breasts of hers were simply perfect for her, and that was a fact. The same thing could be said with Xion, and-
A thought struck Roxas. Xion knows all about him and Naminé, and knows like everyone else that his girlfriend also has a ‘pancake’ chest, so why the Hell is she asking him to prove he hasn’t a problem with them?
And why the Hell’s his hands touching her soggy wet shirt, pressed upon the near non-existent mounds in question? More importantly, why couldn’t he take them away?
The alteration in Xion’s breathing pattern, which he could feel in the rise and fall of her chest and hear above the dull pattering raindrops, was cause for him to search her face to determine the depth of trouble he was in for the laying on with the hands without warning or permission. From what he could tell, there wasn’t any trouble... yet, at least.
Xion’s head was cast fairly low, but her cheeks were alight like a red traffic signal. What he could see of her timid expression was actually quite cute, Roxas thought.
“I... I understand that you must want me to take my filthy hands off you, right?”
When she raised her head with a pained expression and biting her bottom lip, he immediately thought that was exactly what she wanted him to do, because the contact was bothering her. How wrong he was. Roxas felt the power needed to regain control over his hands surge back through the elbows, forearms and wrists like an electrical current, but just as he eased the pressure on her chest ready to remove the offending mitts, Xion released a shuddery breath that halted him.
“Y-you don’t like touching them, do you?” She said quietly.
“Wha-” He tried to pick his words carefully. “They... they feel very... nice, Xion. Honestly. It’s just that I really shouldn’t be...”
“Because you don’t really like them, that’s the reason.”
“Listen, Xi,” Roxas sighed. “You really need to stop talking boll-”
“I bet,” She cut in, her voice marginally shrill. “I bet you don’t like them enough to... touch them directly, without my shirt being in the way. No, of course you don’t, because you don’t li-”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” He cut in this time, saying that he got it, when he really didn’t. Building up a reasonable defence to put an end to this whole debacle had sieved its way out his head, with the tiny impish voices replacing reason with ‘go on, get in there my son’, and all that business. “I’ll... I’ll do it, to prove to you there’s nothing at all wrong with the size of your chest.”
“There you go, bringing sizes into it...”
“Well, what did you expect me to say?”
“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to just... do it,” Xion muttered, her trembling hands starting on the buttons of her wet shirt from the collar.
Roxas, sighing, brushed her hands away and took over from there. Xion dropped hers to the floor again by her sides, and in his peripheral vision while he concentrated on what he was doing, he could see she was looking at him in that shy, curious manner Naminé often did. Was it possible that Xion... liked him?
Not thinking about it too much, Roxas stopped unbuttoning around about her flat, toned stomach, and peeled away the material soaked to her flat chest. Xion made a strange noise, and it was then that he realised he’d zoned out and had been staring for what was, in Xion’s case, an uncomfortably long time. It wasn’t really his fault, because it was such a lovely sight. Her tan lines from a one piece swimsuit were especially sweet, looking so much paler to her otherwise light brown skin.
Carefully, as if she was a delicate figure made from porcelain, Roxas placed his hands back over her bare breasts.
The heat was the first thing he noticed. It was a major difference when comparing between touching the pure flesh, and when it’s been diluted through wet cotton. The softness, again, was lost when the shirt was in the way. The smooth texture, too. Also, the feel of her erect nipples on his sweaty palms were so much better now...
Uh-oh.
Roxas couldn’t stop himself. The urge to caress them was... overpowering. So much so, that they’d already started way before his brain processed the desire. Both thumbs, in perfect synchronisation, pressed and rubbed her perky nipples around and around in small circles, and varied directions. It didn’t end there; an invisible force pushed his head forward and convinced him it would be a jolly good idea to seal his lips around one of the nipples.
“Mhmm,” Roxas, exhaling sharply through the nose, quickly discovered that it was a jolly good idea, and now that he’d latched on, he didn’t want to let go. For support, he raised his left hand and put it to the wall behind her, just beside her hung-forward head, and craned his neck to point his ear up to the sky, and closer to her lips. Xion’s heated pancake breast and erect nipple had a fabulously scrumptious taste made all the more endearing with the light film of rainwater that had seeped through her shirt, especially when combined with the slow, shallow breaths hinted with intriguingly cute squeaks in his ear.
“Yo-you’re being rough,” She quietly winced, although her protestation wasn’t entirely convincing as she was hugging his head to her chest tightly.
“Mhnhnn,” He moaned against her warm, damp breast, and shuffled on his knees to get in closer. He was able to turn his head slightly facing downwards and remove his mouth from her flesh with an exaggerated wet pop and a sharp breath, which brushed upon the heavier wet patch his lips made and caused her to shudder tremendously. “I can stop any time you want me to.”
There was a pregnant pause, filled only by the echo of the hard falling rain. While it was very true that he would stop doing what he was doing at her say so, he really, really hoped to Oblivion that she wouldn’t. If he had to rely on his powers of deduction, which were on the hole about as good as a sundial made of spreadable cheese, then he’d have to say by the hitch of her breath and the way she continued to cradle his head in her arms that she felt the same way he did.
“Hn, you’re such a jerk,” She said finally, her quiet tone clearly insinuating that she didn’t want him to stop, but she wasn’t going to admit it by saying it out loud. “I bet that if I had bigger boobs, then you wouldn’t say such a thing. You’d just keep on scoffing away like a pig-”
Roxas forced a loud, watery howl from her when he thought enough was enough of that talk, which she was obviously using to rile him up and force him to prove her wrong, by turning his mouth back and noshing in the pig-like fashion she’d doubted he would on her hot, flat breast. Both his hands were on the wall behind her, one just above her head and the other beside her hip, while her legs tucked up and her body curled around him. Xion was breathing harshly and moaning into his ear, while he pushed his face further in.
Round and round his tongue went, circling around her stiff nipple and areole, flapping and flicking both during and in between the intermittent and noisy sucking, which was starting to turn her skin red. He did it again and again, undeniably enjoying it all the while with his sighing and muffled, breathy ‘mmmm’s’.
The other clear indicator, testament to his enjoyment, was the fact his soggy trousers were tight due to his raging hard on. There reached a point where he couldn’t ignore it any longer, and had to get it out.
Reluctantly, he stopped doing what he was doing and gradually broke free from Xion’s hold. Her expression was adorable, she was almost desperately wondering why he was doing it and darting her gaze all over him to see where the fire was. It was in his underpants, as it happened.
“Heh,” Smirking wonkily, he released a single haggard breath before he got to his zipper. “I already doubt it, but, if you need further proof that your boobs are great, see what they’ve done to me.”
Xion’s body trembled a little more, and her lower lip wobbled. He didn’t really know or think about it but she’d never seen a penis before, and an erect one seemed a little frightening to her especially one of Roxas’ size. Waving the insanely throbbing, precum-dripping monster right in front of her face wasn’t exactly helping either.
Her wide eyes trailed the length up from the base to the fat head, and for some reason he wanted to rub the side of his thick shaft against her partially-parted lips. Her eyebrows jumped and she gave a short, startled gasp, but otherwise she gradually lulled into a more relaxed, somewhat drowsy state and allowed him to gently carry on with what he was doing. Soon after that, her unsteady hands came up and her fingers lightly touched it, holding the shaft at different ends and looking as if she was playing him like a harmonica.
Roxas sucked some of the damp air in through his teeth when one hand slid up to the head and, in small, circular motions, she used her index finger to swirl his precum about on the tip. He also rather liked the light dib-dabs from the water dripping from her fringe onto the top of his shaft, and that her upper lip wiped over to collect and smear them into his hot skin.
“Mnn,” She opened her mouth quite wide, used both her hands to direct his thick trunk away from her lips by about half an inch, and then looked up to him with a gorgeous, hazy expression. “If you want me to take more of this thing into my mouth, then... I guess I could, if that’s what you want. It is what you want me to do, isn’t it?”
He was honestly happy enough doing it this way, but if she insisted...
“I reckon I could take most of it for you. Just don’t make fun of me if I can’t, alright,” She told him, looking slightly embarrassed as he stood up and stepped over so she was sitting between his legs still with her back to the wall, and bent his knees to partially crouch to her head height.
“Yeah, sure,” He said, finding his position though it was somewhat uncomfortable in the long run for his thighs, and unusually holding back a bubbling comment about her having a big mouth. She didn’t have a big mouth in reality, as it was genuinely quite small; he just hoped he wasn’t going to cause her any discomfort with his genuinely large phallus. “Don’t try to take in more than you actually can.”
The hands gripping his shaft were sweaty, mixing with the rainwater and her spit, and all the moisture helped to make his shaft very slick. She opened her mouth wide and guided him in slowly, and it was now her turn to make him howl into the air.
“Nghh,” He winced, having almost a third enveloped within her small, hot and wet mouth. Her tongue pressed up against the underside of his shaft, barely moving, but causing so many little sparks to run all the way back up through his taut body. “Xi, your mouth...!”
Roxas moaned loudly when her lips tightly sealed around him, and she started to suck almost in the same way he’d done to her breast. Both his hands pressed to the wall in front and his head hung forward, watching her through squinting eyes while she remained quite still say for the rubbing of her lips and the fluttering of her eyelids. She looked really, really cute and unbelievably sexy, and her mouth felt as soft as velvet.
Gradually she waved her head from side to side and moved back and forth along his hard cock, sucking with some force and going wild with her tongue around his bulbous head. Roxas was willing himself not to cum just yet, because it simply felt so good. It was also a challenge to stop himself from bucking his hips forward into her face, and just to be safe in the event he did, he removed one hand from the wall and put it behind her head as a protective measure.
Xion was making all kinds of delicious noises, many of them breathy, sloppy-wet and slimy squelches, to accompany the heavy strings of saliva constantly dripping and drooping from the section she was repeatedly swallowing down. He was very surprised how much she managed, going beyond two thirds and beating her own gag reflex as she made him moan on numerous occasions by going partway down her throat. She released harsh breaths through her nose, along with some squeaky whines.
“Uhhh,” He gritted his teeth, and his fingers roughly massaged her wet scalp. “Xion, you’re gonna make me cum any moment now!”
At this point she didn’t let up. She bobbed her head faster now, moaning almost as loud as he was, and even her hands had a go at him by pumping the third she couldn’t swallow quite hard and quite fast. The back of his hand bumped the wall repeatedly but, more importantly, stopped her from banging her head.
With a final groan, Roxas’ throbbing cock blew its thick load into Xion’s mouth. She couldn’t handle so many spurts of gooey cum so she had to drop her head forward, pull his still-ejaculating cock down and out with a wet, full-mouth gasp, and leave the rest to string across her throat, flat chest, stomach and onto her lap.
Breathing heavily and panting, Roxas never tore his attention away from Xion until he was sure she was okay. She’d been covering her mouth and coughing, and wouldn’t look at him even when he dropped to his knees, grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to get her to.
He then heard a very audible gulp. He waited, partially frozen, until she eventually turned her heavily-red face to him. She looked as if she was concerned she’d done something wrong, but before he could say anything, she stuck her hand over his mouth.
“I-” She paused, swallowed again, and then continued. “I didn’t expect you’d be so excited that you’d release that much, but I’m alright, okay? Don’t say anything stupid; I managed to get most of it down no problem.”
Xion removed her hand, giving him permission to speak, however it was a short time before he did so.
“You didn’t have to swallow it, you know. You could’ve spat it out.”
“I told you not to say anything stupid, didn’t I? I managed, and that’s all that matters.”
Roxas bit his lip, and refrained from saying anything further. Yes, she did manage, but she really didn’t have to swallow it, like he’d said.
“Anyway...” She squirmed awkwardly. Not from the gunk caking her throat, chest, stomach and lap, though. “You still seem to be...”
Xion nudged her head towards his still raging hard on.
“I guess, then, that I misjudged you,” She leaned forward, putting her forehead to his, and stared dozily into his eyes. “You really must like... pancakes.”
Roxas stared back, not saying a word, even when she added in a dreamy tone, “Or maybe it’s nothing to do with them at all.”
She placed her small hands on his shoulders, waited a short while, and then kissed him full on the lips. Her mouth was soft and warm.
Her eyes were still open, halfway as if she were dazed. He cupped both her cheeks with his palms, and slipped his tongue into her mouth through the partial gap she made after they broke for a second’s resupply of air.
“... Roxas...”
They broke apart, with a thin string of saliva dripping from their lips.
“If you want to go even further, with me, then... you can if you want. You need it, obviously.”
Yeah, he did need it, he told himself. He wasn’t the only one, and that was clearer than crystal.
Xion stood up, with Roxas’ help, turned and placed her hands on the stone wall. Light remnants of water dripped from her clothes and rolled down various parts of her finely shaped body, as she slowly stuck out her rear.
Roxas, pausing for thought first, slowly raised her skirt up at the back, and paused again for observance.
She had a perfectly rounded pair of peaches, given sight through the wet, tightly clad knickers. They were even riding up the crack of her buttocks, but she didn’t take any action to sort any of it out which could have meant they weren’t providing her with any discomfort. It was almost a shame, but then again it was as much of a pleasure to do so, he had to take them off her.
Or maybe he didn’t. They were both still mostly dressed in their sodden clothes anyway, so she could still keep her delightful Minnie & Mickey Mouse print panties on.
“Don’t make fun of them,” She told him, almost pleading, whilst keeping her head forward and looking down.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” He answered as honestly as he could, hooking two fingers under a leg hole and peeling aside the wet fabric. More tan lines, he smiled happily, and his smile broadened when he found that she was completely bald down there. “I was actually just admiring them. They’re very cute, Xion.”
She looked back over her shoulder, timidly, but didn’t make eye contact with him.
“Y-you think so? Even though they’re on me?”
“Especially because they’re on you,” He said, softly. “Now I’m not saying this because of what we’re about to do, but... you are, no matter what I might have said otherwise at any other time, cute, and very beautiful.”
Now she made eye contact, staring seriously as if looking for hints of the lie or any sarcasm. She would find none. Xion’s eyes, glimmering happily, cast downward shyly.
“Thank you...” She then looked up to reconnect, and gave him a wobbly smile. “And I’m not saying this just because of what we’re about to do, either, but... I still stand by what I’ve always said about you, and that’s that you’ve got a face like a horses’ arse.”
Laughing together, Roxas placed a hand on the wall beside her craned head and leaned in to kiss her. Although short it was heated, and their lips parted with a light smack.
This was a bit awkward, because she was so small and slender. Standing together, the top of her head was level with his chin.
Roxas slowly crouched down.
“I’m... going to go in.”
She nodded.
He placed his hands up by hers, and intertwined their fingers. He slid his erection between her damp thighs, just running the head and the long shaft along the crack between her labias. Once he’d pulled back into position, he pushed and twisted upwards to fit inside of her.
Her upper body pushed forward against the stone wall, and her flat chest squashed against it. She cried up into the air and more tears fell from her eyes after a sharp pain stung her lower region, which was different to the pain brought upon her from his entrance. His wide erection was stretching her insides to fit in.
They never noticed the blood, because of all the water already running down their bodies. It dripped and tapped the floor at their feet, both from the original source and from the streaks or crimson slowly running down the underside of his penis.
Roxas had to move one hand done to her hip, to help make it inside. She was very tight, and it was a real struggle to get in all the while trying not to put her through a lot of pain in the process.
Through her shirt, her hardened nipples scraped along the wall as her feet started to rise up from the floor. His penis had gone in all the way, bumped her cervix, and his legs started to straighten up.
With both hands on her buttocks, he brought her lower body away from the wall as her upper half remained pressed against it. Roxas closed his eyes and waited for a moment, more to savour the tremendous feeling of her warm tunnel tightly wrapped completely around his erection. Very gently, he rocked his hips to start up a little movement.
The first few rocks were fine, because they started out easy. Once he had built up a rhythm, he had added a bit more of a longer, slower, upward thrust.
“Roxas... I can’t... I can’t stand up anymore...”
Her knees had started to buckle inwards already, and to avoid any accidents it was up to Roxas to quickly think up of a way to continue on without her collapsing. Quick thinking not usually his thing, he had actually managed to come up with a decent way to keep going.
Xion’s body was so lithe and light, he could easily lift up her legs and suspend her with his hands. In a swift movement, he slid both hands underneath her thighs and swept her legs up into the air.
Now in this position, both her hands fell away from the wall and dropped limply between her spread legs, down to where she was being penetrated. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she glanced up to him with a glazed look in her eyes as she panted.
“This feels... so good, Roxas...”
All the pain had ebbed away and she could feel nothing but his heated manhood stimulating the whole inside of her hot slit. In his eyes, it was obvious he felt the same way.
“This is amazing,” Roxas gave a little grunt with one of his thrusts, and lowered his lips down to hers.
In order for this kiss to work, she had to twist her torso a bit. It was immediately a passionate kiss with tongues, which continued on for a whole three tantalising minutes.
There was more drool on parting, and in her state of a half turned upper body she managed to mould quite perfectly into his chest.
“My breasts... the tips are tingling...”
She whined to him, opened her shirt more and placed her hands over her own bare breasts. They felt very hot, and her nipples were very hard. To emulate some of the things he’d done to her earlier, she started to lightly twist and rub her buds.
The tingling feeling doubled over.
“You’re enjoying this very much, aren’t you?”
It was more of a statement than a question, which he whispered hoarsely the moment his hips had put a lot more power into the movement.
“Yeah... It feels so good...”
She cried like she was in long suffering pain. Her short arms reached back and hooked around his neck, and she cried again as a fire started up at the pit of her stomach.
“More please... more!”
Roxas was giving it everything. Their hot, sweaty bodies stuck together and created so much more heat, they could no longer feel the slight chill of the wind through the tunnel. He felt like he was at his peak, and he hit it at the exact same time she did.
Her vaginal walls shrunk and squeezed him, just as he released up inside of her. There was far too much for her small womb to handle, so a third of his release leaked and splashed down onto the floor at his feet.
Gently, Roxas lowered Xion while he bent his knees so her feet could touch back down to the floor. He remained inside her, hugging her from behind, while each tried to catch their breath.
The clear sound of the rain still taking its toll on the world was an indication they were going to be here for a while longer.
“You’re still hard,” Xion said, with a happy, breathless smile. “I guess that means we could keep on going, then.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” He replied, dropping his face and kissing into the side of her neck. “This time, though, we’ll do it face to face. Your boobs are delicious, and I want to suck on them while we do it.”
Giggling, Xion reached back and stroked through this wet, shaggy hair.
“I really was very wrong about you. You’re obsessed with flat chests!”
Smirking, he whispered,
“Hey, I did say that I love pancakes.”
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Coming up next:
Roxas x Xion x Naminé; Roxas admits his infidelity to Naminé a few days after sleeping with Xion. He didn’t quite get the reaction he expected...
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