Note: In the précédant installment of Death the Kid X Crona I had already written the l’amour scene in a different context with a very different dialogue. I had forgotten about the précédant one and after I had successfully completed this part’s scene I realized my mistake. However, I myself prefer this l’amour scene a great deal more. toi are free to read it to your heart’s desire and interpret whichever version toi like as the real one. Enjoy!
The précédant night…
Death the Kid pinned Crona up against the mur as they were locked in the fiery passion of their kiss. He lifted Crona off the ground and push up his peignoir, robe to his stomach so he could emballage, wrap his legs around his own waist. Kid used the mur to keep Crona up as he Raiponce his fingers in the other boy’s light rose hair.
Crona moaned and leaned his head to the side as Kid kissed his neck. This was almost like a dream; it was too good to be true. Crona had never imagined that what he’d been desiring for longer than he could remember was actually happening to him now. Just to be sure that this wasn’t all in his head, Crona reached around and pinch Kid on the shoulder blade.
“Ouch! What was that for?” Kid asked as he looked into Crona’s eyes.
The younger boy blushed madly as he stared at Death the Kid’s face and saw nothing but pure lust and desire there, but the bright glint of l’amour behind his eyes. That look on Kid’s countenance was, on its own, enough to make Crona swoon.
“I, uh, just wanted to be sure.”
It only took Kid a moment to realize what he meant and a grin came to his face. He leaned forward, brushed his lips over his lover’s ear and whispered, “Don’t toi worry, my love. This is real. I’m not going anywhere.”
His breath sent shivers through Crona’s body with every word. Kid ground their hips together and licked along Crona’s earlobe, occasionally nipping.
“K-Kid…” Crona moaned out his name softly.
“Does this turn toi on?”
Crona nodded and leaned his head back against the wall; soft moans of ecstasy escaped his lips. He could feel Ragunarok attempting to fight his way to the surface and stop what was happening, but Crona threw up a block so strong that nothing could break it. He would not let this demon come between him and the man he loved; this moment was for Kid and Crona alone, no one else. Crona refocused his attention on the moment just as Kid set him down on his feet and kissed lower down his body.
“Ohh! Aaah! Kid, don’t! Not there!”
“Why not? The part that I’m touching seems to be loving it.”
Kid pulled Crona’s underwear down to his ankles, then he began to suck on his growing member. Crona moaned even plus now; he’d never felt anything so pleasurable.
It wasn’t long before Crona reached his and released into Crona’s mouth. He sank to the floor, his skinny legs shaking too much to support him. “What…was that?” He panted as he spoke.
“An orgasm.” Kid looked at him in surprise. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
Crona blushed. “No. B-But, it feels really good.”
“Well, I promise there will be a lot plus of them for both of us tonight.”
Kid undressed them both and then took up his lover in his arms. They kissed passionately as they fell onto the large lit wrapped in an embrace. Kid separated their lips just enough so that he could hold up two fingers and request that Crona lick them. Once Crona acquiesced his request, Death the Kid used those moistened fingers to tease Crona’s hole. The rose haired uke gasped in shock as he felt one finger go just the tiniest bit inside him. It felt strange, but yet somehow pleasurable - it was the oddest sensation. Kid slowly worked on digit all the way in and then began to gently thrust it. He was assured that it wasn’t too painful par Crona’s erotic moans, so he tried to work in another finger. This process continued until kid had both fingers thrusting all the way into Crona’s virgin hole. When he thought that the moaning boy was ready, Kid pulled his fingers out and rolled over onto his back.
“Get on haut, retour au début of me, Crona.”
Crona nodded – his face drench with ecstasy – and moved to get over haut, retour au début of his loving seme.
“No, no, no, my love. Like this.” Death the Kid grabbed Crona par the hips, spun him around, and then pulled him over himself so that they were in the sixty-nine position. “That’s it, hun,” Kid groped Crona’s cul, ass as he spoke. “You have such a gorgeous, sexy body. I can’t believe that after so long of wanting it I’m finally getting to see it, smell it, feel it…taste it.” Kid spread apart Crona’s cheeks and licked his entrance.
“Oh, Kid! Ohhhh!”
Somewhere in the midst of all this Crona had started to feel guilty for receiving all the pleasure. Upon noticing the throbbing member that was standing at attention directly in front of his face, Crona decided to share the pleasure. He licked his hand, wrapped them firmly around the sizable manhood and stroked rhythmically.
Kid started at the feeling. “Crona, toi don’t have to do that!”
“I want to.” He looked back at Kid then took his mouth to the cock of his lover. He sucked and moved his tongue around the head skillfully. Kid was completely taken aback with how good Crona was.
“Dammit, Crona! You’re so good at that. Shit!”
“Am I really?”
“Hell yes!” Kid put his hand on the back of Crona’s head and thrust into his mouth. He went in deeper until he made Crona gag. “Okay, enough of that.”
“Why? toi don’t like it?”
“It’s incredible, but if toi keep it up I’ll have to wait even longer for this suivant part. I’ve been waiting long enough.”
Kid flipped Crona onto his back then got on haut, retour au début of him. He gently started to insert himself inside of the delicate young boy. That boy winced slightly while he let out a moan of pain and pleasure. The earlier feeling of two relatively thin digits inside him was nothing compared to this. His lover’s cock was long and thick and it pulsed within him. It did indeed hurt, but plus so than that it brought Crona an undeniable feeling of pleasure. It was warm and he liked the way it filled him up.
“How does it feel?”
Crona looked up into Kid’s hopeful eyes and smiled. “It feels amazing.”
Kid sighed in relief. “So can I start moving now?”
He waited until he received a nod from the young man beneath him then he began thrusting his hips. They both erupted into a symphony of pleasured moans. The feeling was so intense. Death the Kid grabbed onto Crona’s legs and pushed them high up into the air. He used the leverage to drive himself rapidly into Crona.
Crona gasped in surprise. “K-Kid! Aahhha! It f-feels so gooood!”
Kid grinned at Crona’s positive reaction. “It’s so hot inside of you.”
Death the Kid bent Crona’s legs all the way back so the lay suivant to the rose haired uke’s head. His rock hard member reached deeper and deeper in Crona. The way Crona’s body jolted beneath him and the sensual sounds that flowed out of Crona’s mouth only served to arouse Kid plus and make him strive to evoke even greater passion from his lover.
“Crona…I l’amour you! I’m completely in l’amour with you!”
Crona locked eyes with the boy – no, the man – above him and within those eyes his saw the rawest and purest of emotions. “I l’amour toi too, Death the Kid. With all of my being I l’amour you.”
They clung to each other, so closely connected that they were nearly combined as one; every part of them was synched with the other. The two young men reached their climaxes together and they fell into a state of disorientation as they were both exhausted. Death the Kid settled down beside Crona on the lit and pulled his companion against him so that the tired younger boy could rest his head against his chest.
“That was so incredible.”
Crona weakly nodded in agreement and after a few minutes of silence he spoke up, “I’m so happy.”
Kid smiled and kissed the haut, retour au début of Crona’s head. “Me too.”
They soon drifted off into deep slumber, cradled within each other’s arms in a true lovers’ embrace.
The present morning…
“Uhhhh…,” Maka searched for something to say that would break the awkward silence. “Maybe we should just go. We wouldn’t want to wake them.”
However, it was too late. Death the Kid started to shift then sat up, still not very conscious of his surrounds. He yawned a stretched before he opened his eyes and finally noticed his Friends and father standing just inside his doorway with their eyes glued to him. He looked back at them for a few moments then he pulled the blanket up plus as if to protect Crona from their gazes and said, “I guess I should have made sure the door was double bolted if I wanted to have some privacy in my own room.”
Maka rushed forwarded a few steps – her hands were clasped together and rested against her chest. “Kid, we are so sorry! We shouldn’t have just barged in like this!”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just keep it down. Crona’s still sleeping.”
Just as he finished speaking, Crona rolled over on his side, facing Kid, and sleepily opened his eyes. “Mmm…Kid…What’s going on?” he asked in a groggy voice.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep, my love.”
“Mmkay.” Crona switched back onto his other side, but noticed everyone standing there before he could even close his eyes. It only took him a divisé, split seconde to throw the covers completely over himself and curl up in a ball.
With Crona feeling completely vulnerable, Ragunarok seized the chance to knock down Crona’s mental and physical blocks and came out swinging. He repeatedly punched his meister in the back on the head while screaming at him, “What the hell, Crona?!?! How dare toi do that to me! And for something so disgusting! toi think toi can just block me out any time toi want?! Huh?! Not in your wildest dreams!! If toi ever do that again I’ll-”
“STOP!”
Everyone turned to see who had interrupted Ragunarok.
Tsubaki stepped forward, her eyes filled with anger. “Don’t toi yell at him! He did nothing wrong!” Her look softened as she looked directly at Crona. “You l’amour Kid, don’t you?” Once she received a nod from the rose haired boy she turned her gaze on Death the Kid. “And toi l’amour Crona, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Then it’s beautiful! Crona can do as he pleases with his body and he has no obligations to consult toi in the matter, Ragunarok!” Tsubaki spat at the demon angrily.
Ragunarok let out a huff of anger before dissolving back into Crona, the boy immediately throwing up the block once he was gone.
Black Star’s weapon turned back to look at the others. “Let’s go.”
Everyone quickly and silently followed her out except for Lord Death. He gazed at his son with his hollow black eyes and Death the Kid met that gaze with confident and determined eyes.
After about a minute of silence, Lord Death finally addressed his son. “I just want toi to know that whatever makes toi happy I will support and stand par you. Both of you.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Death gave a nod of his head and then exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
Kid slipped the covers down and wrapped his arms tightly around Crona, burrowing his face in his back. “I’m so sorry, Crona. I’m so, so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m the one who should be sorry. I embarrassed toi in front of your Friends and your father. I caused toi trouble. I’m an embarrassment.”
“Hey,” Death the Kid spoke in a stern, but somewhat gentle voice as he turned Crona over so they could look in each other’s eyes. “You did not embarrass me. toi didn’t cause me any trouble. And toi certainly are not an embarrassment. They were going to find out eventually, right? What does it matter if it was a little sooner than we planned? We’re happy. We l’amour each other. Why not share that with the people closest to use?” He raised an eyebrow at his lover. “Are toi happy?”
Crona nodded.
“Do toi l’amour me?”
“Of course.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about. I know that I have never been happier in my entire life and I have never wanted anything ou anyone as much as I want you. To be with you, to l’amour you, to be loved par toi – there is nothing else in this world that I would trade in place of all of this. You’re my everything, now and forever. I l’amour you, Crona.”
Crona’s eyes began to tear up. “I l’amour toi too, Kid. I l’amour toi so much that it hurts.”
“Let me see if I can ease that pain.” Kid pulled Crona closer into a sensual kiss. When their lips parted his smiled down at the young man that was the l’amour of his life. “Better?”
Crona sniffled a bit and wiped his eyes. “Getting there. I think it’s going to take a little plus than that.”
Death the Kid’s handsome smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Not a problem. I’ve got all jour to make sure that there isn’t an iota of pain left in that delicate little body of yours.” He yanked the sheet up over their heads, enveloping them in their own world where they could get Lost within each other.
