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Random Porn Scenario Meme

The Random (Porn) Scenario Meme 2.0

The Rules
1. Character A: Post to the meme and wait for replies. Name|Series|Prefs
2. Character B: Go to the RNG and roll some numbers. Type first, and then go to that category and roll again.
3. Multiple Lady Gaga/Ke$ha references go here.

Note: If someone is uncomfortable and tells you to back off, please do so. If you are uncomfortable, please tell the other mun. If all else fails, just stop tagging.

Please listen to preferences as well.

Thank you.

Type Of Porn
1. Regular
2. Public
3. Hardcore
4. Roleplaying
5. Toys
6. Fail
7. Misc.

Regular
1. First time - One or Both of you are virgins.
2. Wedding Night - You've been waiting for this night forever. Or maybe not.
3. Masturbation - Put some porn on, get your hand ready, and have a good night with a friend.
4. Blow jobs - Sucky sucky, bucky bucky.
5. Penetrative - There's parking in the rear, or drive through the front.
6. Make up Sex - You did something wrong, and you're going to give this person the best night of their lives.
7. Up against the wall - You couldn't wait when they came in the door.
8. In the shower - Fun in the tub is something worth trying at least once.
9. Get away - You're on a romantic get away. Beach? Some snazzy motel? Whatever you'd like!
10. Been awhile - It's been awhile since you've sene each other, so it's time to make up for lost time!
11. Break up sex - This isn't make up sex, it's goodbye sex!
12. Hook up - You don't really love each other, but you are horny and neither of you is bad looking, so...
13. The big night - You've been dating forever (or maybe not!) and it's time to take the next step!
14. Doggy style - Sex from behind.
15. Frottage - You don't always need to penetrate! Sometimes grinding on each other is more than enough.
16. Spooning - Sex while you spoon... perfect way to start the morning!
17. Couch - Fooling around on the couch!
18. Massage and maybe something more - You want to pamper your lover tonight!
19. Candlelit - Wine, soft music, candlelights... maybe there was even a trail leading to the bedroom! Ultimate cheese.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Public
1. At school - Under the bleachers, in the classroom, in the bathroom... maybe even on the principal's desk.
2. Amusement Park - You ran out of things to do? There's privacy on the ferris wheel.
3. In the park - Always a fun time, just stay away from the washrooms.
4. At the mall - Changing rooms = Happy Sexy Time
5. The sex store - How people are not caught having sex in here sometimes, is beyond me
6. Someone else's home - You so dirty. Hope they don't catch... or maybe you do.
10. Hospital - In the bed, in the restroom, maybe you just need a release from anxious waiting for news on that loved one!
11. In the car - The backseat and foggy windows, over the hood... maybe the engine's still going for that extra thrill!
12. In the woods - Camping or on a hike, you though that tree looked mighty friendly.
13. In the restroom - You couldn't wait to get out of the restaurant or wherever you are, so a stall will just have to do.
14. Under the table - Teasing your lover (or being teased in return!) under the table at a restaurant. Hands, mouth, whatever you can think of.
15. Elevator - Getting off while you're going up, you just can't wait and you don't care who might catch you.
16. Back of the club - You can't wait until you get out of this club to get your hands on each other...
17. At a concert - You don't want to miss the show, but you also don't want to pass up the chance to get a little more intimate either.
18. Against a window - Up against a window where anyone looking could see...
19. Putting on a show - Sex in front of people. Maybe you were really drunk at the bar or someone paid for it... maybe you just want to do it for the thrill.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Hardcore
1. Non-Con - They say no, you'll make them say yes.
2. Dub-Con - They may have said yes, but it's going to happen anyways.
3. Bondage - Super tight, hanging from things, unable to move, really hot.
4. Fisting - One, two, three, four, five... and then one again.
5. Blood Play - Red is a really lucky color... not for someone.
6. Power Play - Someone is in charge, and will make sure that the other person isn't. People in power are crazy.
10. cock & ball/pussy torture. Clothes pins, hitting, and anything else you can imagine that can make you hurt oh-so-good.
11. Flogging - Spanking, whipping, flogging, and whatever else you can think of. Someone's been naughty.
12. Orgasm denial - They might want to so bad, beg and plead, but you're not going to let the come yet. Or maybe not at all.
13. Forced orgasms - Either made to come multiple times or roughly brought to orgasm despite any discomfort.
14. Double penetration - Either in two separate holes or the same one. It could be two toys, a penis and a toy, two penises... or the combinations are endless! Either way, you're going to be stuffed full.
15. Ice play - Ice cubes on the skin or even inside to cool you down.
16. Wax play - Wax from candles poured over the skin. Doesn't it burn so good?
17. Fighting - It's like Fight Club... only it ends in dirty, dirty sex.
18. Electrosex - Electrical stimulation to nerves for sexual stimulation, in particular the genitals and nipples.
19. Sensory deprivation - it can make orgasms even stronger!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Roleplay
1. Teacher and Student - Someone needs a better grade.
2. Doctor and Patient - Time to give someone the best bedside treatment they can.
3. Cop and Criminal - Those handcuffs are finally coming in handy.
4. Master and Servant - Those servants have to serve someone. A housewife and butler, rich man and maid... those outfits are hot.
5. Strangers - Oh, you've never met this hot, delicious, naked stranger. Maybe it's time to get acquainted.
6. Enemies - Oh I hate you! Oh but I'll have sex with you anyways!
10. Cowboys - Or cowgirls. Yee-haw!
11. Fireman - or woman. Oh, you're going to be putting out a fire, alright.
12. Pizzaboy - They don't have the money to pay, but you accept other forms of payment, thankfully.
13. Good guy and bad guy - Maybe they're trying to take over the world and the only way to stop the is through hot sex.
14. Vampire and victim - You're going to drink their blood... only probably not.
15. Prostitute - They paid for you.
16. Incest - parent or sibling kink? Go ahead and play it out.
17. Priest - They need to confess to you...
18. Kidnapper - Uh-oh, they got you now! What ever will they do to you?
19. Shy virgin - You're a shy virgin but don't worry, they'll teach you the ropes!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Toys
1. Dildo - Simple, easy to use, and goes in any proper hole.
2. Vibrator - Tiny and portable, it goes everywhere... and works everywhere.
3. Fleshlight - It's like a hole... but not exactly.
4. Strap-on - Girl or guy. Maybe you're wanting one, or wanting a longer one.
5. Cock Ring - Basically, a trolling way to make sure someone can't finish what they started.
6. Anal Beads/Ben Wa Balls - Maybe a dildo isn't good enough. These toys are balls of fun.
10. Fucking machines - Machines with one purpose only, to fuck you senseless. They usually have a dildo attached and speed controls.
11. unusual objects - Cucumbers, candles, or even electric toothbrushes!
12. Clamps - Nipples, labia, clit, penis, there's not limit to what can be clamped in a sexy way!
13. Playing with danger - The handle of a knife, a gun, it's time to walk on the wild side!
14. Dolls - They make some awfully realistic dolls...
15. Sex swing - A suspended seat made specifically for sex.
16. Water - A detachable shower head, jets in a tub, there are a lot of way to be stimulated!
17. Pumps - Pumps can go over the nipples, clit, or on the penis and create a very stimulating amount of suction.
18. Anal plugs - They vibrate, stimulate, or just keep you ready for fun later.
19. Speculum - Want a look inside?
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Fail
1. Can't get it up - For some reason, you can't get hard. Or, if you're a girl, you're just not getting wet.
2. Not in the mood - You don't know what it is, sex just isn't interesting you tonight.
3. Cramp! - Ow, nothing ruins a mood like an ill timed cramp somewhere!
4. Caught - You just got caught by someone and the reaction isn't a good one!
5. You called me what - Dirty talk got out of hand and the other went a step too far!
6. Distraction - You're just distracted by the phone or the TV or a huge project you've got coming up...
10. It's not you - or yeah, maybe it is. You're just not attracted to the other person anymore (or maybe you never were!)
11. Can't get there - Maybe it's the position or something else, but you just can't get to the big finish, no matter how hard you try. Your partner might not have any problem.
12. Injury - Fell and hit your head, knocked something off on you... somehow you injured yourself!
13. Missing item - Where's the lube? The condoms? Ahh, how can we do this?
14. It broke - Uh-oh. The condom just broke...
15. Gross - Your partner got you to do something or suggested something you're just really not into...
16. Too drunk - Whiskey sounded like fun, but now it's having ill effects on your sex life.
17. Five seconds isn't bad! - You came embarrassingly fast...
18. Guilty - You did something wrong, went behind your lover's back, cheated, or something.
19. I'm fine, really - Or not. You're actually injured, but you don't want your lover to see and they definitely would if you took off any clothes.
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Misc.
1. Dirty talk - Most people like a little dirty talk... either you've determined to get your lover off with dirty talk alone or you're just getting them in the mood
2. Threesome - Two is fun, three is better. It's fine to play the third person as an NPC if you don't have a third partner.
3. Can we please... - Can we please have a threesome/try this position/do this? Your lover is trying to convince you to spice things up!
4. Phone sex - You want to get your lover off, but you're not right there with them.
5. Dirty pictures/video - You're making a video or taking some sexy pictures for a private collection.
6. Looking at/Watching porn - Enjoying porn together can bring you closer!
10. Sex drug - You've been given a sex drug and you need to get laid right now.
11. Cheating - You're cheating on your lovers with each other.
12. Voyeurism - You want to watch your lover have sex with someone else or for someone to watch the both of you together.
13. Possessed - Your lover isn't... exactly themselves. Too rough? Too gentle? Maybe they weren't even your lover before this...
14. Genderswitched - One or both of you is the other gender!
15. Glory hole - Stimulation awaits on the other side!
16. Sex club - You're in a club specifically for sex. Relax, have fun, try not to interrupt any orgies!
17. Teasing - Sending dirty texts, whispering things in your lover's ear, or just bending over a little too much, you're determined to drive your lover crazy with teasing.
18. Blackmailed - You were blackmailed into doing this...
19. Webcam/IM - You're cybering!
20. Pick your own - Maybe there's something I forgot, or maybe you want to do multiples. Roll a twenty, and go for it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Zexion liked getting his way. With however many things in his life hadn't, he liked taking up the reins and being able to steer, but only when no one tried to call him out on it. Sometimes he thought a person with a heart might feel bad about the way he operated, saying the things that he did, using the tone of voice and shifts of expression that he selected. He never lied outright to Lexaeus, but some of his methods were certainly carefully clipped, manipulative truths.

Lexaeus knew when to choose his battles, and he was something of an easy pacifist, when it came to Zexion. That was the other reason that he was his first choice among colleagues to take to bed.

(It would have been Xemnas, once, without any hesitation. Things do change, and distance had grown more and more pronounced. Their Superior was still alluring beyond measure, in many ways, but Zexion was much older now. Shrewder. Jaded. He knew poison now, when he saw it.)

His eyes follow Lexaeus's motions, falling to watch the towel of his lap with hooded eyes and a sleek smile and one hand is already reaching, sliding on his thigh- the topside of it, this time.

"We threw away our hearts, and now you're reminding me I could hurt myself?" He scoffs elegantly, pitching his gaze into a roll, too self-effacing about their condition and their brokenness and still much too pretty for his own good. It's a very good thing he's picked someone with a greater sense of patience.

Zexion also liked pointing out little technicalities during debates, such as now. The experiments and abandoning their hearts was hard to top in terms of really dangerous things they had gotten into, though intimacy with another person was something Lexaeus considered on a different level. He didn't share a bed with just anyone - not until trust had been gained first. That was already covered here; Zexion was just teasing, but someone had to lay out some sense of reasonable thinking.

"Then, if you've already thought it out..." He untwisted the towel away from his hips and dragged it aside, grunting softly as it brushed against his half-hard cock. Their conversation had eased the rush running through his body, but interest was undoubtedly there.

Zexion hadn't, not really. This had all happened without planning, which was very unusual for the both of them.

And what he struggled with thinking out now was admittedly a little daunting, as his attention zeroed in on Lexaeus half-erect, and he stared, swallowing down anticipatory nerves.

"You're very large," He observed in a hush, and might have been was speaking of his comrade's massive size in general, not the proportions of his genitals. Zexion's hand crept closer, a little timid to touch, but his softer, slimmer fingertips at last ventured to brush terribly, along ticklshly lightly along its length, thumb and forefinger curling to gauge his girth. "...but in all this time you've never once hurt me, physically."

His eyes rose to seek out contact again, to see this confirmed, or to at least see what effect the slide of his fingers bore.

The softest touch was enough to make Lexaeus' eyelids flutter in reaction. It had been so long since he had ever indulged in something like this, purely out of lack of interest and full focus in his royal guarding duties instead. Not many were as appealing as Zexion had always been - now a man both mentally and physical stimulating to him.

He hummed in response, soaking in the sensation of scholarly fingers dancing along heated skin. Size was another issue poking in the back of his mind, but he knew Zexion was not fragile or easily broken down, no matter what his appearance implied. Once his mind was set, it had to be done.

Lexaeus curled his fingers around Zexion's wrist, encouraging him to play further as his dick swelled. "Was there something in particular you wanted to try?"

Zexion continued to pet him slowly while his contemplated, hips and thighs itching and twitching again at the sight of Lexaeus- ascetic, staid Lexaeus, with a sense of self-command unparallelled, hardening full under his touch and softening elsewhere like the rain-saturated ground in spring.

Little men, too, could be powerful with their clever fingertips. If Zexion had more energy and imagination left to spare, he might have offered a plethora of pleasing sensations to lose themselves in.

Maybe... some other night.

"We are a little tired and worn out to try anything too complicated." He resigned, a little more pragmatically than his grand and adolescent ambitions of a minute ago. Zexion was fickle, sometimes, mercurial as his illusions. A wonder grounded men like Lexaeus tolerated his hummingbird flitting from idea to idea, amused and his whims and sometimes sorting out his tangles of madcap genius with solid, slower reason. "And I have a headache;" He pouted, plaintive, lowering his head back down to the pillow. "I don't want to sit up again."

"But..." He mused, wetting his lips as he plotted out much sounder, feasible proposals. "I could roll over and take you between my legs-" (Zexion was apparently very keenly fixated on this act Between The Legs, of Grecian urns depicting the height of relationship between two men- one young and one distinctly older, which were barred from the athletic glory of art in the Coliseum-proper but apparently not the surrounding world where he's been running a lot of reconnaissance lately. Trading bits of dialogue with the philosophers, no doubt.) "You could hold at me again, find our pace, and when we're both finished I imagine we'll both want to sleep as soundly as stones?"

That sounded exceedingly pleasant, he thought.

His proposal was intriguing and something Lexaeus had rarely tried, and as an extra plus, simple to clean up so they could immediately sleep the rest of the day away. Zexion had masked his pounding head quite well; Lexaeus knew he would have felt guilt for prodding them along with this, if he were able to. He mulled it over in his mind for a few seconds, as he does with all offers, then nods.

"I imagine so, yes." He reached over for his discarded towel and laid it out across the middle of the bed for a convenient cleanup. Making it to the showers afterward didn't seem likely, though Lexaeus was willing to let that pass tonight. "I don't suppose...you keep any sort of lubrication around in here."

He inched back to give Zexion room to roll over on the towel, hissing at the loss of curious fingers on his erection. His interest had fueled back quite suddenly and he stared intently at Zexion's legs, imagination running uncontrollably as though trapped in one of his friend's illusions.

One the rough outlines of a plan were hatched, they tended to work in smooth tandem. Zexion was so full of his own anticipation that the ease of having towels handy had slipped his mind till Lexaeus was laying his out for them, but caught on instantly and made a low sound of approval for his thoughtful foresight, while helping to smooth out the corners.

"If I had massage oil within reach, don't you think I would have taken it out before we got started?" He replied wryly while turning his back to his friend, waiting for to feel comfortable warmth against his spine and breath ghosting over his hair. He lifted one leg, foot pointed at the toe as he scissored them open in invitation, or for an inspection of their smoothness on the insides.

"I hardly suspect I'll chafe you." Zexion added over his shoulder, precociously smug in his own skin, for once. The scholar was considerably less muscle-toned, a thin but cushioningly soft layer of fat between his thighs and rounding out the curve of his ass. When he clenched his legs, drew his buttocks together tight to rock his hips, there was pliant give. Just little bit of wiggle. Zexion had only ever been a sensual creature in the privacy of his imagination before. Performing it for a lifelong friend was interesting.

Hearing baited excitement on his breath and feeling it at his backside made him prick up with thrill.

"...and I can take over for myself, if it's too rough." He supplied helpfully, pulling the flattened bedpillow folded in half and comfortable under his cheek, the next murmur much too nonchalant. "If you lose a little control."

That was the sort of tease to dig at Lexaeus, and he knew it, but Zexion was just a little bit wicked and maybe a teeny bit masochistic, and the idea of feeling too good to resist impulses was... well, an attractive notion, in its own right.

Zexion knew far too well how to string people along; even Lexaeus felt himself being tugged into his comrade's words, dripping with naughty implications. He wasn't the type to punish over innuendo, but the thought crossed his mind as he dragged his hands over Zexion's exposed buttocks, mulling over what it'd be like to show the man what happened when he was being bad. Still, it was going to take much more than a little teasing to break his control.

He clenched those cheeks and pulled them apart with ease, sighing deeply as he took in the scene before him. Body and mind unmistakeably wanted this; any matter of the heart wasn't necessary now.

Lexaeus mounted the other's thighs and released a cheek to grab at his own cock, nudging the swollen tip lightly where Zexion's thighs met. He pressed his tongue against his teeth, hoping to swallow down the groans bubbling in his throat and hoping Zexion wasn't hearing too much. Finally, he began sinking down, slipping between those thighs bit by bit in a tight heat he'd almost forgotten about. A heavy exhale escaped him and he propped himself up on his elbows, drinking up the the dizzying feeling of rubbing past oversensitive skin.

He responded well to warm hands on his ass at first, pushing himself back into them slightly with a low noise of please behind his lips. The skin was sensitive there, his companion's hands spanned them massive and warming; he'd liked being squeezed and stroked before.

But then Lexaeus gripped and spread his cheeks, exposing the cleft between them, with a deep, yearning sort of sound for what he found there, and suddenly the feeling was a little too much, with delayed realization for what alternatives they might have tried at, with lubrication. That thought was alarming enough even without taking size into account, and Zexion's body went stock still for a half-panicked moment, eyes wide. A tight ring of muscle, straining at the pull of skin holding it apart, puckered with haphazard resistance at the idea of intrusion.

No. He really hadn't been ready to try at a full spectrum of sexual diversions tonight. Upon feeling the strength of larger thighs and a wider lap aligning with his, he knew that if Lexaeus decided he wanted to, even if with the full of Zexion's protests and struggles, superior force would doubtlessly win out.

He relaxed and let go of the waiting breath that had stopped in his lungs when Lexaeus lined the thick of his cock up between his thighs instead, as they'd planned. It was a good thing he could trust in the staunch guard's sense of self-discipline, and regard for a smaller man. This was exactly why the other Nobodies in their order were not ideal bedfellows.

Zexion did his best to clamp tightly around him as he pushed through, a pulsing trill of weaker muscle, shifting his thighs together with a rub of his knees against each other. He wanted it to be reciprocal and good, for the both of them, even if this was a vernal way of trying at sex. The thick swollenness of an overheated cock between his legs made his own jut harder with some desperately excited instinct of contending... even if their masculinity was really no contest.

Lexaeus reeked of manhood, deep and earthy and musky with sweat. Zexion tasted the air on a long pull of breath, greedy with arousal, sharper senses floored with the spill of pheromones, and reached for his own cock with loose fingers to soothe at the insistence of his need.

Weak resistance to impulsive acts never made a good guardsman, in Lexaeus' eyes, and it was even worse to have distrust between the ranks on top of that. Sex was simply another exercise in trust and managing one's power without overbearing the partner. He couldn't imagine doing anything without Zexion's clear permission stated first, especially when they were developing this kind of new bond between them. Having the level of strength rooted in his bones did not allow anyone to throw around such power without a care in the world; there was always a time and place to display it, and it took more strength to use it only when necessary.

Zexion's legs relaxed enough to let him slip through those final inches, then sealed together to trap him in a tight tunnel. A ripple shot down his back and to his hips, which snapped forward in response. His cock laid in a snug line between Zexion's ass and prodded lightly at the curve of his sac. The pressure made the pulse in his dick ring loudly in his ears, reaching that moment where there was nothing in Never Was that could make him stop now.

Lexaeus carefully spread himself over Zexion's back, enough to comfortingly drape himself over his comrade without crushing him, and started rocking his hips in a heavy rhythm, exhaling deeply into the back of Zexion's neck. His friend's skin was so smooth and there was little resistance as his cock forced itself between those thighs.

Zexion arched his back and stretched his legs long, stroking at himself in matching rhythm. He turned his head into the pillow to mute the grunting sighs that shuddered out of him, while the warmth of Lexaeus's cock pushed and shifted at the undersides of his balls and he felt them swell even fuller for the strange attention. It was pleasant friction, riding all along the crevasse of such untouched skin, and it heightened the feel of everything else.

"Oh yes, that's nice..." He purred in approval, bowing his head forward so that Lexaeus might have better access at the nape of his neck and all the downier, fluffed hair at the back of his head.

He was feeling overheated, dizzy in the head but at least the throb of a headache had shifted down from his temples and the pressure behind his eyes into the flared head of his cock. He enjoyed the driving, sturdy rhythm, and soon Zexion didn't even need to rely on his own muscle to move his hips into his hand. The force of Lexaeus at his back was plowing them along, and his fingers only needed to glide in curled counteraction, bringing himself teasingly close to the edge before he relaxed them and pulled his hand away, teasing himself, clenching his legs to stopper the urge to spill over. Now and again had to roll his weight backward, pressing his shoulderblades against his partner's chest to keep from turning over fully from his side onto his belly.

Lexaeus didn't have to crane his neck much to observe over Zexion's shoulder, taking in the sight of his friend toying with himself with such practiced purpose. It took great will of mind to tease oneself back and forth to the very edge until the body forced down all thoughts and took over; perhaps Zexion enjoyed it for that kind of mental test. Lexaeus preferred a gradual buildup while most of his previous partners lacked the patience. Zexion seemed to be between all of that - eager for heartstopping release but steady enough to play around before he thought he earned it.

He splayed a large hand over Zexion's side to keep him in place, picking up the speed of his rocking hips and ducking his head further into that slate hair. The fresh scent of their shower had long been replaced by a sweet mixture of sweat and sex, which Lexaeus inhaled deeply. His hand rubbed gentle circles over Zexion's thigh, as though tempted to take over and play with Zexion himself, but he wouldn't stop the lewd show his companion was giving him.

Droplets of pre-cum smeared sticky trails between those soft thighs as he pushed between them. Telltale signs of orgasm crept down his stomach and rested heavily in his balls, but he forced himself to keep a steady pace, interested in watching Zexion for a bit longer.

"Almost there?" He breathed in question, when he felt wetness against his skin, and the pace became a little more insistent. It was that pounding rhythm, really, that held him closer and closer even when his hand had stilled or loosened. Pinching two fingers right beneath his foreskin, he rubbed and let his pleasure rise precarious, teetering on sharpness.

He hissed and whined beneath his breath and made longsuffering sounds of denial until he broke off into heavy gasps, relaxing his grip again, just shy of letting the dam burst within him. Lexaeus's hand at his thigh was an immense comfort.

"If I can't hold out, you can take as long as you like!" He rasped, not wanting his hurry along his friend... but one more steady climb should do it.

He simply groaned in response, less interested in talking than he usually was. All that matter now was the overwhelming physical rush that made his fingertips tingle and brow bead with sweat. Their desperate gasps for breath almost replicated the feeling of having a heart, but there was still no mistake about who they were.

"Close," he grunted out, lips brushing over the back of Zexion's neck. His hand slipped down, curiously reaching for the one Zexion was using to touch himself. His palm was more than enough to engulf his friend's hand, making it easy to press it against Zexion's erection. He curled their laced fingers together around it and made them pump the flesh in sync to his own thrusts, getting the pace he desperately needed.

"Close!" Zexion echoed in fervid agreement, control pulled taut as a wire, and then there were fingers firm over his, taking the time to be teasing away, wrapping him steadily.

Nobodies were no longer human, they could not maintain meaningful bonds. That is what they had always been told. But it seemed that their bodies in synchrony could weave a very convincing lie of collaborative pleasure, as they surged forward together on the bed. Once Lexaeus decided to set the pace, their excitement built upon each other, boiled over-

Zexion bucked and bucked his hips, fitful, losing sense of everything but that keen coil of heat from navel to knees, blooming in a burst from the end of his cock. Blacked bursts clouded his vision and filmy jets of white streaked the towel. With his last shred of instinctive magic, on a lunatic whim, he took the whole of his own sensation, unaltered, and hurled the projection mentally at his friend, sharing the height of his pleasure.

For a moment, a brief flash of strangely out-of-body euphoria would collide with Lexaeus's consciousness. He would feel small and engulfed, feel the sweating-panting bulk at his back and the pounding pulse of his own cock between his legs, the squeeze of their shared grip and the fierce charge of climax, rushing out.

The illusion hit him before Lexaeus caught on to the presence of magic being used in the room. It was terribly dangerous and impulsive to do such a thing, particularly when he doubted Zexion had practiced it much before, but there was no escaping the visions once sucked in. Being under the mercy of Zexion's trickery was both an exciting and terrifying concept, depending on who was picked to participate in them. Lexaeus had been spared from the worst illusions in the few times he's allowed Zexion to practice this power on him, but he knew from watching others how wonderfully twisted they could be.

A vocal protest snagged in his throat and came out as a loud moan instead when the full magic hit him hard. His body felt the familiar sense of dropping down, as though attached to nothing but air, and then being pulled along with whatever Zexion decided to conjure - and it was quite the surprising manifestation. Mental and physical pleasure slammed down upon his body like a boulder as his companion's own experience merged with his own. He couldn't have fathomed this kind of pleasurable height being possible.

Control of his body left him for the next several seconds. He slapped his hand on Zexion's hip, spreading streaks of come, and forced him down to buck his hips wildly, erection unbearably hard and full. Any concern for rubbing Zexion's thighs raw was immediately lost; all that was allowed in his mind was the precise knowledge and feeling of how strong of an orgasm he milked out of his friend.

A few more slaps of skin on skin were all he needed to finish. His chest seemed to rumble as his dick swelled larger then released strings of come between Zexion's legs, mind going blank to the magic sensation that had him feeling he'd come twice at once.

Zexion had scarcely realized what he'd done in the throes of orgasm with a mere half-formed thought, wanting to share that moment of gratification with his companion. His illusions were erratic in their response to his will when he was both drained and riding the heights like this. They let go of that binding tether as fleetingly as they'd seized at Lexaeus's mind, dropping his friend back into full awareness of his body in the very moment he starts to release.

The illusionist, in the meanwhile, suffers that momentary brunt of unleashed energy. Lexaeus and his primal moan, his erratic race to finish roars into a start just as his own climax tapers off, leaves him floored and gasping for breath and ground against the mattress with tight hands at his waist and fleshy sounds of wetness squelching between his thighs and across his groin.

Even the soft friction of the towel feels like a little too much on his hypersensitive skin of a softening cock, but he's very aware of the sudden warmth on his legs and the tugging jerk of those last hard thrusts. What a mess, he things vaguely, vaguely, even as his consciousness spins in a deliriously euphoric soup.

Moaning, his body sags, reeling, shoulders falling bone limp, and numb thighs easing apart slowly. Come strings between his legs and dribbles down the front of them as he drags his knees open, freeing Lexaeus's cock before he's quite calmed down enough to pull out. Something inside him feels like it's vibrating, but the pressure behind his cock feels gloriously emptied out.

The illusion snapped and Lexaeus fell back into himself, catching his weight on his arms just before collapsing over a very exhausted Zexion. He mustered enough shaky strength to peel away and roll over onto his back, chest heaving for air. Everything felt wet and sticky on his skin, with trails of come streaked down his dick; he was half tempted to drag himself down the showers anyway for a quick scrub, but Zexion had done essentially everything with the little power he had left to keep Lexaeus rooted to the bed.

And speaking of which, Lexaeus was determined to remind his comrade that such an action - while unbelievably pleasurable - was better saved for days when they hadn't barely escaped out of a Heartless attack.

"Zexion," he panted out, dragging a face down his face. "That was very dangerous of you to try."

"Mmh?" He turned his head only slightly with an uncomprehending noise, his tone shaded with vague offense... Hadn't it been the two of us, trying?

The danger had been worth it, in any case.

"I thought it went well." Zexion was quite good at playing innocent. He could only be pretending at unawares with what he'd done, while cautiously pawing at the corner of the towel, dragging it up to mop clumsily at his thighs, coordination half-gone with sedated physical bliss. He wound up smearing cum to a thin film that dried quickly on his skin. "Wasn't it good for you?"

The tired illusionist shut his eyes and sighed. He couldn't much care right now, what state his legs were in, drifting on a pleasant cloud nine.

"...It did, but that's not what I mean." It was difficult to tell when Zexion was genuinely confused or feigning innocence for his own entertainment, even for people who had known him for years. "You used magic on me while we're both in weakened states."

It was good, too incredible for words, but Lexaeus had to make a stance on this so they could avoid making any more disastrous mistakes in the future. Still, there was no frustration in his voice - just what he considered to be level-headed reasoning. He placed a hand on Zexion's shoulder, in case his friend was mistaking his tone.

The magic yearned to be used, it just let itself go along with the rest of me, Zexion might protest, if he were in any sort of mood to try and explain the mad whims of his illusions, instead of punchdrunk on the kind of raw exhilaration that Nobodies rarely had the chance to experience.

In any case, the last of his magical reserves had spent itself, and that meant no wandering lucid nightmares would plague neither Zexion nor the man who would sleep beside him.

"Surely we weren't feeling weak, just now?" He purred lazily, uncaring, still mopping up his lower half and pulling up the towel from underneath him, folding it over and letting it drop unceremoniously off the side of the bed.

The smaller nobody smiled lynx-eyed over his shoulder, chin tucking against Lexaeus's hand. His thick fingers still smelled soppingly of sex. Zexion's tongue peeked out to chance a quick, meaningless lick at them. He mulled over the taste of himself in tiny circles against the roof of his mouth.

Then he rolled back over, slinging a limp arm over his companion's torso. He yawned, tucking himself close.

"Get some sleep, Lexaeus."

Lexaeus watched his expression carefully, looking for any cracks in Zexion's argument, but apparently he was still well enough to clean himself up and jest. Their ranks of power were nearly unmatched compared to the others, save for the Superior, but no one had yet pushed himself beyond repair. It was a matter of being safe, but Lexaeus wondered if he was being too protective about the matter. Nothing bad happened here, after all.

"Hmm." His eyelids dropped as Zexion lapped up the mess on his fingers, lips stretched just to take in the tips. Undoubtedly they would try more acts, and very soon.

He edged down the mattress and pulled up a thin sheet, bunched at the bottom from earlier. "Good night, Zexion."

Under far more rational mindset, Zexion might have seen reason and shared the concern. But when he was drifting in sensual undertow following orgasm, purged of all his physical tension, his priorities were a little bit vapid. He snuggled tightly into his companion's side, the sheet doing very little to keep him warm where Lexaeus's body wasn't, and very swiftly drifted off.

His leg would eventually claim clinging space over Leaxeus's thigh. His hair would be a bed-headed wreck by morning.

Tomorrow, he would wake groggy and aching in the limbs, feeling a little puffy between the thighs and sorely in need of another long shower, but feeling a strange sort of lightness that didn't usually follow him in the day after an exhausting mission.

It was a new secret to carry around, and one to titillate his imagination in idle moments.

[ooc: This seems like the natural wrapping point, though I am sad to set this thread down! It was super great fun and I am very round 2 friendly, if you have another scene idea in mind. Otherwise, you ever are memespotting and see something that catches your eye, I'd be more than happy to keep playing this continuity with you. Lex and Zex are obviously one of my favorite shipping dynamics. Thanks so much for taking a chance on me and tagging in!]

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