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🔞 | [kiraboss] patience

Kira teaches Diavolo a thing or two about patience.

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Character(s): Diavolo, Kira Yoshikage

Relationship(s): Diavolo/Kira Yoshikage (am i on a kiraboss streak or what)

Tags & warnings: ‼️NSFW/SMUT‼️, i just wanna go to bed rn so i might miss a few things, mirror sex, fingering, orgasm delay/denial, masturbation, nipple play, biting, begging, pet names, handjob, kissing & touching & the other usuals, tears, aftercare (kinda), lil bit of praise kink, mild language (like 4-5 f-bombs folks if u read thru all the tags u'll be able to handle it), top Kira, bottom Diavolo, fluff & humor

Completed: 19/6/20

Word count: 5260 (holy shit my apologies)

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‼️ UR LAST NSFW/SMUT WARNING‼️

i 😳👉👈 i did it 😳😳😳😳😳😳

idek what to say. first smut warning i guess :'D no idea how it got this long, allow me to blame it all on kira's horny dirty talk 🤙

in all seriousness tho, this definitely helped me grow as a writer one way or another. so i hope y'all enjoy, and pls go easy on me my fellow hornians :')

also, BOTTOM DIAVOLO RIGHTS 😤😤😤

p/s: for more nsfw, find me on AO3 at the same @

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Patience is a virtue. Diavolo can see it in his husband, in the way he's silent, waiting, even though they're both aware of the very obvious bulge in his pants. The amount of self-restraint Kira has is truly mind-boggling — Diavolo knows he himself is capable of no such feat, especially in this situation, especially after Kira has come up so close to him and poured into his ear such delicious words, about how he wants to see him naked, trembling, unraveling in his hands right now, the pleasant scent of his shampoo tickling Diavolo's nose. He complied right away, of course; it would be rude to keep both of them waiting, Diavolo himself already feeling the heat pool in his lower stomach, Kira serene as he sits down on the edge of their bed, but barely doing anything to hide the sheen of lust in his eyes. Taking off his shirt and tossing it to the side (aiming for the back of some furniture so Kira can't see, because he knows his husband hates any mess that's not Diavolo moaning senselessly underneath his touch), he straightens up and finally faces Kira head-on, deep pink hair blending in with the slight blush spreading all over his clothesless figure:

"Done."

He feels Kira's eyes inspecting him down to his last inch. The tent in his pants is getting concerningly big. "Safeword?"

"Valentino."

Kira smiles, before standing up and cupping Diavolo's face in his hands, pulling him down into a kiss. It always starts out this way, Kira acting calm and languid, almost tired — but god knows this is only to prepare Diavolo for what's about to come. His lips part Diavolo's own, and the long-haired man lets out a muted moan as Kira deepens the kiss, hands now traveling up his torso, feeling out the well-defined muscles. Each fingertip sends a shiver down his spine as they glide up his back, then over his shoulders and down his chest, admiring each curve and dip as if Diavolo is a work of art. Of course, if he was, all this touching would be illegal — but it's not like they've ever let that notion stop them before.