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Fire Emblem Kink Meme
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Hector/Raven (or even Uther/Raven). That's right.
Kink is HATE from Raven. lots and lots of HATE.
bexp if it's part of some inane "revenge on Ostia" plan on Raven's part, super bexp if he snarks like the jerk he really is despite liking it.
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Red 1/9The first time, Raven brought his sword to the suite in Castle Caelin given over to Hector of Ostia, younger brother of Marquess Uther of Ostia, Lord of the Lycian Alliance. Hector had been unarmored, and clearly intending on bed after the vicious fight to the throne room ( ... )
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Raven smirked. Perfect. He thrust his hips up, rubbing hard enough to guess the outline of Ostia's cock, and make Ostia regret the durable fabric of the trousers they were wearing. Ostia nibbled along his jaw, before sucking at Raven's lower lip. Raven tried to capture the mouth doing worrying things to his resolve. He bit at the lip, causing Ostia to pull back.
“I told you not to do that!”
“And I told you, I want your word,” Raven growled. He slipped his hand into Ostia's trousers, fishing until he grasped the base of his opponent's penis. Like the rest of Ostia, he was unsurprisingly thick. “Whatever happens, you leave Lucius alone.”
It was the warning squeeze that brought the next moan to the unoccupied lips. Ostia was loud. “I don't care about the monk.”
“That's not your word on the honor of House Ostia. Not that the house has much.”
“I swear by Sky and Saint, Red, if you don't move your hand-,”
“The monk, Ostia. No harm will come to him. Also, now is not a good time to blaspheme ( ... )
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“So it's okay when you do it?” Raven snarled, withdrawing his hand to work awkwardly at Ostia's trousers.
The fresh hickey stung without the warm bruising pleasure of lips and tongue. But Ostia was moving, nibbling on his collar bone this time. Raven could feel the heat from the boy's face nestled against his throat.
“You don't seem to mind that much, Mercenary,” Ostia growled, reaching down, and palming at Raven's erection.
“Just wondering what you're into,” it was embarrassing how close he was to moaning. Raven wanted to make Ostia pay. He wanted to fuck Ostia. He wanted to kill him. All that want had him pressing against a man he loathed desperate for something. Please let that thing be revenge. “From what I've learned so far: your skin is precious. Mine isn't ( ... )
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Ostia pressed more kisses to his neck and throat, apparently his favorite space on Raven. “I know you want me.”
“Fuck off,” Raven didn't bite down on the shoulder exposed to him, though it was so tempting. Ostia was nothing but rippling muscle, and giving him some negligible pain while jacking him off felt like a very good plan.
“Why else would we be doing this?” Ostia persisted, even as Raven felt the spiraling ecstasies from his fingers as they sped up.
“Sex isn't love, Ostia,” Raven grunted, wanting to rip into Ostia for causing memories to come crawling to the door. “This kind of want can be solved by any whore. Now shut up, or I'll really bite you ( ... )
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