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Kinich was sick with a fever, and you with worry.
The young man didn’t fall ill all too much, his body was certainly good at keeping him alive and healthy despite the disgruntlement of a certain dragon. You were thankful for that, but somehow, that also translated to when he does get sick, he gets very sick. Always bedridden and looking like he was on death’s door. He certainly slept like it for half the day, and then getting taken care of by you for the other half. In fact, you were on your way to do exactly that.
He gave you the spare keys to his house once upon a time, making this a simpler process than most would expect. You slotted it into the lock, opened the door, and called out to announce your presence. Not quite expecting a response knowing his condition, but just as a proper heads up of your arrival.
Which was also why you were so shocked to see Kinich walking out of his bedroom to greet you. He leaned back on the wall, arms crossed; his face still burning red with a fever yet wearing a rare and easy grin on his face. “Kinich?” You gasped. “What are you doing out of bed?” He was still in his pajamas too, those patternless dark sleepwear he so preferred.
The young man rolled his eyes, his grin only widening, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
Maybe easy wasn’t the right word for its appearance. Sleazy? Mischievous? It felt so foreign on him.
“Well don’t just stand there! Aren’t you here to spoil me or something?”
That was certainly one word for it you supposed.
“O-oh, um, yes.” You walked over to him, your steps hesitant and cautious. It was all too strange. There was a schedule to Kinich’s sickness, it always lasted exactly four days and this was only day two. Something was highly unusual.
“I’m guessing you are out of bed because you’re feeling better?” You asked, reaching out a hand to his forehead to check.
A hand he promptly caught before it could make contact. “Maaaybe.” From behind, you felt Kinich’s other hand on your lower back, and with a forceful shove, he pushed you against him. “Ah!”
After that, your hand was freed, but now your face was in his grip. Jaw against his palm and cheeks between fingers, your entire head tilted upwards to see his flushed face. He looked smug and intrigued, but most of all, still sick.
“Kinich?”
He smirked at your confusion, and, as if playing with a doll, proceeded to turn your face side to side. After that, he pinched your nose.
“Mm?!”
After that, he flicked your forehead.
“Ouch! What are you doing, Kinich!?” It wasn’t matching up. He didn’t tease you, not like this at least.
The boy cackled, now leaning his head against yours. His forehead was scorching hot and his nose was touching yours. “Wow, you’d just let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?”
“What?!”
Kinich was acting differently. Completely different. From mannerism to speech, to the way he moved his facial muscles, none of what you’re seeing matched up with what you know about him. As if he was a completely per—
“Ajaw?”
The Saurian was nowhere to be seen.
“Ajaw, are you possessing him while he’s asleep?”
No way Kinich is dead. It doesn’t make logical sense. There is no explanation for that development. More likely, his consciousness is turned off from sleep and the dragon took the chance to possess his body. So maybe all you need to do is—
“AHH!”
He picked you up, hand beneath your arms like one would with their ragdoll. Walking to wherever he was going with you desperate yelling out your boyfriend’s name. Laughing maniacally in a manner distinct to the pixelated saurian.
“Kinich!”
“Fuck—wake up already!”
“KINICH!”
You felt a hand shaking at you, a hand that felt differently than the one you’re struggling against. This one seemed to pull you out of…
“Kinich…?”
Out of your apparent dream.
“Yes, I’m here.”
You tried sitting up from your bed, feeling his gentle hands supporting your back as you did so. Right, it was you who got sick with a fever. Kinich must have come to take care of you. After all, he had a spare key to your house.
“Thanks for coming…” you mumbled, drinking the water he poured out for you, your voice still heavy with sleep. He smiled.
“Of course I did.”
On your forehead, you felt Kinich’s cool lips, in your hair, his soothing hand. “Still warm…” he hummed.
“Yeah…” you winced, setting down the now empty cup. “Had a fever dream and everything, it was so vivid…”
He pulled away his lips. “A fever dream you say…”
A cursed one as far as you were concerned.
“Was that really what it was?”
You blinked in surprise at his question. “What…what do you mean?”
Kinich looked away briefly, but only briefly before he got onto your bed from his seat beside it. Not just that, but he fully climbed on. Shoes kicked off as he settled comfortably on top of your blankets, one of his knees slotted between your legs.
“Well, it’s just…”
He was leaning over, his body propped up by his arms, both of which were also by your side. Kinich was…caging you?
“I heard my name,” he explained. “Heard it over and over again…”
You must have been talking in your sleep.
“Yeah, um, I had a dream and you were in it, so…” Kinich took one of your wrists, bringing your hand to his lips, palms up and kissing into it. “I heard other things as well,” he mumbled, his breath hot. “N-noises…”
Oh. It must have been from all the yelps from being toyed with by ‘him.’
…
Oh!
“Wait, I can explain—!”
“But what if I don’t want you to?”
Kinich threaded his fingers into yours, gently pinning the hand he held securely to the wall as he comes closer. His face was red and so, so close to your own. As if not kissing you only to let him speak.
“What if I want you to show me instead?”
You felt your breath quicken and your mind not quite wrapping around the developments that were happening. This wasn’t exactly what you expected waking up. Your body, however, was quick to get the memo, now tormented by a heat seperate from the fever’s.
As a last ditch effort to clear things up, you tried to speak up again. “Ajaw—“
“I locked him up,” said Kinich, almost too eager to assure you of privacy. “Won’t be coming out for a while…”
You tried clinging onto rationality, to keep his health’s best interest in mind. Make him reconsider doing this here and now. “You’re going to get sick from this…”
The young man hummed, his voice lowered to a whisper. Tender and soft as he made his decision. “I know, and it’ll be worth it.”
Screw it, you give up. He was beyond saving at this point.
“So can I? Please?”
You were beyond saving at this point. Kinich was your weakness, and it was only fair.
“Sure, have at it.”
After all, you were his.
“Fuck—thank you.” He gasped, kissing your lips with all the force of a parched man drinking from a spring. Usually, he’s so gentle about it, always the perfect Prince Charming kissing his one true love. Maybe a bit playful at times, teasing pecks with some mischief, just the slightest bit.
But then there are times like this, where he’s hot and desperate and not exactly gentle anymore. All but colliding onto you with fervor before melting into bliss, every kiss given showing exactly how much adoration drove it. His tongue would lick, and when that didn't work, Kinich whined, opening his eyes to show you how much he needed this. Verdant green and citrus orange—the mix of colors that never failed to enamore you—all but swallowed by his dark pupils in lust. No longer that subtle slit shape, but blown out in the most perfect circle.
“Mm…” you opened your mouth for Kinich. Smiling when you heard his little noise of gratitude. Cute.
His tongue slipped in with glee, eager to touch at whatever of you it can reach. Sliding around as if trying to bring you closer than you already were. As if he wasn’t already partially in you in some way, even if not enough to satisfy; massaging your tongue with his, breathing into you, drinking you up. Kinich’s hand rested beneath your head to cushion against the wall it was pressed against, but also just for stabilizing what he was doing. Clutching at your hair as gently as he still can whilst he kissed the soul out of your body.
Gosh, it was easy to forget how energetic he truly was.
He parted from your lips, panting. There was a string of saliva between your tongue and his, barely hanging on until the young man licked at his lips to sever it. You giggled. He always liked doing that, guess it was fun to him.
Guess it did something to him.
“What do you want to do?” You asked the heated thing you called your boyfriend. “Got any bright ideas in that smart head of yours?”
He still had one of your legs in between his, you commend his willpower to have not collapsed onto it already. Lord knows that he was definitely diverting a good amount of it to form coherent words.
“You,” the man eventually replied, and it took you everything you had to not chuckle at the answer. “Whatever you want, I don’t care what. As long as it’s with you.”
But you couldn’t help but smile.
He had a fire beneath his cool exterior, always burning bright and hot. He likes the excitement of exertion, likes getting taken over by it. He had energy, a lot of it, and enjoyed being driven by it and only it when thoughts are optional in the activity.
So just let him do his thing and he’s a happy man.
“Very flexible I see,” you teased. “That’s always good.”
Kinich felt your fingers tracing over his chest, picking at the layer of dark fabric on top. It made him tremble. More—he needed more. At this point, he’d take anything. The man can hardly fucking think, but if you tell him to strip he’ll do it in a second.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please just tell me what you want…”
A laugh rumbled in your throat. A rich sound that messed with his already scrambled brain. “Poor thing…” you cooed with glee.
“So won’t you take some pity?” He hissed back in the least threatening manner. “I’m begging here…”
“Oh?” You removed your fingers from his chest, grabbing in your hands both of his shoulders instead. “But are you?”
Kinich sighed, his breath shaky.
“No, I don’t think so,” you hummed, gently pushing him off of you. “Not yet, but that’s okay. I’ll tell you if I want you to later.”
His body complied with ease, following wherever your touch led him. Eventually finding himself sitting on his knees upright and facing you. This way he didn’t put pressure on your leg. Your leg that was still in between his…
You were looking at his crotch, he felt your gaze on it—he could feel it. There was no movement, but just your attention alone riled him up.
“Don’t mind me, just assessing the situation.” You continued looking at him up and down. Absolutely no sense of urgency whatsoever.
“You’re cruel…”
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Kinich had been battling the fit of his pants for quite a while now, and it all started when he heard that first whimper from your lips almost an hour ago. At that point, the erotic aspect was nothing but a blip at the back of his brain. You were recovering from your fever, that sound was likely one of discomfort. If anything, he felt worried.
Then he heard his name; gasped out by your voice so sweetly. He tried not to overthink it, after all, it’s common to dream about familiar faces. But then came what sounded like a moan, then a whimper, then another call of his name. Each hit his composure like a sack of bricks, it sounded just like the noises you would make in pleasure, and his name—god the way you called it out; over and over again. Each time more fervently than the last, and in between all those sounds too. By the end, there was no way it was just some casual dream he was making an appearance in. Not with that tone of voice.
Ajaw’s conjectures on the display didn’t help either. Always pulling Kinich’s thoughts into that direction instead of remaining clear and not jumping to conclusions. The young man tried leaning his head down and not paying attention to the dragon, but the damage was done. His mind kept on imagining what you could possibly be dreaming about that had you screaming his name over and over again.
Once he felt his usually baggy pants start to tighten, the hunter promptly banished Ajaw to his artifact realm. Partially to ensure privacy in case things take a turn, but also just as punishment for rotting his brain with his suggestive quips.
Alas, the damage was done. Those thoughts? it kept on creeping back. Always messing with Kinich’s poor head as he tried to look after your sleeping form. Still calling out his name on occasions.
Was he pounding into you at a perfect angle in your dream? Unrelenting even after you came, insistent on stuffing you with his cock without a break…? As fun as that sounds, Kinich’s conscience would definitely drive him to offer himself up as payback at a later date. Still, he wasn’t exactly opposed to overstimulating his cute girlfriend; watching her absolutely lose it clenching onto him, able to scream out his name and nothing else.
Or maybe he was using his mouth, receiving no other pleasure than the one of being between your perfect thighs. Of feeling your quivering sex around his tongue, your juices down his chin as he listened to your precious pants and moans from above. The sounds it would always make—absolutely filthy. You liked it, he knew you did, felt it.
But it didn’t matter what you were dreaming about, Kinich had very few preferences. All he wanted was to make you feel good—for nothing fulfills him in quite the same way, so whatever you demand, he’ll do it.
If only you would demand something already.
“Hmm…”
Kinich was short on words, not an uncommon occurrence, but damn did he hate it when it came to you. Unlike you, he doesn’t know what to say to rile you up, not consciously at least. He doesn’t know when to plead or demand or how to do it, barely a clue on what you like to hear other than his simple gasps and moans. He was always too distracted to take notes.
“Please…” he panted instead under your gaze. “It hurts.”
Maybe those words were a mistake, either that or the exact thing he should have said. Because after that, you finally made a move; withdrawing your leg from between his own only to nudge at his clothed cock instead. Grinding ever so gently with your knee to get a feel for it. Truly ‘assessing the situation’ or whatever.
The young man gasped at the contact, the pleasure from his darling girlfriend that he was receiving. Minimal though it was, at least it was something.
“Kinich, you’re grinding against me.”
He didn’t even realize. “What do you want me to do then?”
It was funny, the way he was getting grumpy. And all because he wasn't being told how to please you.
You grabbed his face, his cheeks in between your fingers as you spoke to him. Like a girl to her doll. “Well, I’m the poor sick girl right now, so won’t you be so kind and eat me out first?”
He’ll take it.
“Yes! Yes of course.” In record time, Kinich got out of your bed, his knees on the ground, and your leg over his shoulders. He removed your underwear right up until he was free to spread your legs, letting the fabric dangle on only one ankle instead of being fully off. As long as he could suck on your clit, that was good enough.
And he did just that, taking your bundle of nerves into his eager mouth. His fingers even parted your folds to ensure that every part of it was lathered with attention. That way each drag of his tongue covered your clit in its entirety, helping it become more and more engorged with arousal by the second.
“Ah…ahh!” Your thighs were starting to clench around his head, though not with a lot of force. Kinich will make sure to change that in a bit.
“Mmm—bet you were thinking about this when I was asleep, weren’t you?”
You really knew him too well.
“Naughty Kinich,” you teased breathlessly and he whined in between your legs. Curling the tongue dipped in your wet opening. “Just some little noises and I wake up to my boyfriend in heat?”
You were always more of a talker than Kinich, but something about the bedroom made it so much worse. “And who’s fault is that?” He parted from your heat to say, replacing his tongue with a finger instead. A finger he was quick to start curling inward.
“Ah~!” He leaned his cheek against your plush thighs as he added in another finger, stretching out your pussy for what was to come later.
“You do things to me that no one else can, you always have.” He spoke quietly as he took in your heat around him, the one on his fingers, his face, everywhere. It was bliss.
“Because I love you.”
Kinich heard a pleased hum from you and then a hand in his head of raven hair, pushing it away from his flushed face. You were looking at him, smiling; with so much affection dancing in your hues that it just melts at him. “And I love you too, my dear. You’ve been so good to me.”
“Of course.” He smiled too, nuzzling into your thighs. Kissing at them as he continued curling his fingers. “Why would I be anything less?”
He licked at your clit again and you moaned, hard. A sound that intoxicated every bit of him as he pumped his fingers into you, working in tandem now with his tongue. One licking and sucking on your throbbing bundle of nerves and the other massaging the spot beneath it. Your sweet spot, he knew.
Kinich was also acutely aware of the fact that he had resorted to grinding against your leg again as he ate you out. Luckily for him, this time you were too distracted to notice.
“Yes! Keep going—AH~!” You came, walls clenching and spasming so deliciously against his fingers that all his head could think was what it would feel like on his dick. Later though. He needed some patience.
Kinich pulled out his fingers to lick them clean. His chin wet and eyes cloudy with lust—fucked out in the face.
“How was it?” He asked, as if your pussy didn’t look like it’s been stuffed already with cum. Literal white juices oozing out.
“Can…can I fuck you now?”
The man felt your hand ruffling his hair, gasping when the leg against his guilty crotch gave it a knowing nudge. “Hah…”
“Sure,” you said so graciously. And the answer was so relieving that he could cry. “I guess you’ve earned it.”
He has. He really fucking has.
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On command, Kinich kicked off his pants and underwear with a relieved groan. The damn things his blood flow has been fighting against all this time. As for you, you were looking on indulgently. Watching the cool and stoic bounty hunter—one of the heroes of Natlan—red faced and fumbling with his clothes, desperate to fuck you.
It was cute, but more than that, it was hot. The way his erect cock throbbed between his legs, flushed red and veiny in that perfect curve that always caught your sweet spot. A glistening trail of pre-cum leaked from it, already begging to be milked dry. You licked your lips, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed judging by the twitch.
“Aw, come here,” you opened your arms to beckon the young man, a gesture proven very effective with how readily he collapsed into them. Pressing his weight onto you so that you now laid flat on your back, his lips on your neck. Kissing, biting, and making his mark just so he can stare at it in awe at a later time. Kinich’s hand palmed at your breast as his hips pressed against yours, cock dragging against your folds in a manner that pulled whimpers from your lips.
“Mmm…”
His tip got caught on your clenching hole and there was no stopping the push inside. The man’s leaking tip bullying itself in your waiting cunt as he groaned softly in pleasure, you felt perfect.
“Fuck. Fuck…!” In fact, he could barely take it.
Beneath Kinich, you gasped in delight as he pushed himself further and further inside you, the stretch of his cock was absolutely delicious. Pulsing and leaking inside you, waiting to burst. Your walls squeezed down on it eagerly, practically sucking him further in to bottom out. Yet despite that…
“What's wrong?”
He had stopped; his cock still hard and twitching inside you, desperate for release yet denied any movement of its own.
“I…ah…” Kinich was quivering, mouth agape as he panted above you. Red faced and lustful, it was clear your love wanted more.
“I don’t want to come too soon for you…” He whimpered, this length still throbbing with need inside you.
“Oh Kinich,” you simpered, raising your legs to lock his hips to yours. Practically pushing him down into you.
“Silly baby, you’ve earned it.”
He looked at you as if you were a saint, a saint he was about to fuck—but a saint nonetheless. You winked at him for good measure, he bit his lips, gulping down something in his throat.
“Thank you,” said Kinich, and before you could give a response, fully shoved his aching cock into you. Bottoming out as the two of you moaned in pleasure.
“Kinich—ah! Yes!”
He wasted little time before dragging his length out partially, feeling the slide of your walls drag against him before he plunged himself back inside. Hard.
“M—mommy…”
You clenched wetly around him, your core heating up at what he just called you. The indulgent title that always slips out when he gets too lost inside you. “Yes, Kinich. Mommy loves your cock, so fuck her good with it, hm?”
With a low growl inside his chest, the young man did exactly that. Pulling back his hips only to sloppily slam them back inside your leaking pussy at a furious pace. Nothing held back, just a flurry of pure lust and good pounding. His curved cock dragging against where you’re most sensitive perfectly every time, making your pussy absolutely squelch around him.
“Fuck!” Cussed Kinich against your shoulder as he thrusted. There was a wetness there as he gasped in pleasure. “O-oh fuck, m—ah ah—Mommy!”
“Hahh, yes baby—AH! You’re doing so well!”
With a low moan, Kinich spilled inside of you. Pumping your dripping cunt full with his cum, cock twitching in excitement against your walls. “Hah…hah…”
“I’m here, I’m here.” You kissed his lips and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in close. “You did great, baby.” Kinich hummed happily.
“But do you want more?” He asked, hand slipping downward to roll over your clit, making you clench down again at his spent cock.
“It’s okay,” you gasped out, watching on as he rested his head on your breasts. “We can stop here if you want.”
Kinich nuzzled into them, kissing at your hardened nipples as he shook his head. “No…” he said before taking one into his mouth, suckling on it briefly before letting go; mumbling into the plush flesh of your boobs.
“Because…I want to fuck you more,” he mustered out the honest words, voice low and quiet, rumbling through your core against your chest.
“Want to feel more of mommy’s hot pussy…”
You swore you felt yourself gush out a drip at those words.
“Alright then, sounds like a plan.”
You took Kinich in your arms and flipped your positions. Him on the bed and you laying on top, breasts pushed against him as you start kissing his neck. Repaying the little favor from earlier.
“So just tell me whenever you’re all charged up again, hm?”
You found the sweet spot on Kinich’s throat and he groaned.
“Y-yes, mommy.”
He decided that he’s gonna have you ride him after this. Your perfect ass bouncing up and down as your pussy sucked in his cock over and over again. Have the both of you be a moaning mess until, finally, he gets to cum inside you again. Where then your little cunt will be so filled with his white seed that every squeeze had you gushing them outwards. He’ll clean it up of course, Kinich always does with his own messes.
Doesn’t mean he won’t make another one next time.
“Round two?” He asked at last, an oddly calculated look in his eyes.
“Round two.” You grinned, grinding downward already.
“It’s time to show how good you can take care of your mommy~”