Ikemen Sengoku Writings

❋ I'll Hold You All Night // Kennyo x Reader {nsfw}

The sudden squeeze from the warm and broad arms that are secured around me is what pulls me abruptly from my slumber. I gasp a little, startled by the compression, and the heavy, hot breaths falling in quick repressions against my forehead. It takes me a moment to realize what is going on as I squirm around in Kennyo's arms, carefully pushing on his chest so I can pull back from him.

With small distance back, I can now see the clear look of torment painted on his face, as sweat drips down his temples and the crease between his wrinkled eyebrows, and how he grinds his teeth together in his sleep. His chest heaves up and down, and his arms continue to tense around me, tightening little by little at a time. He groans, a strangled, broken cry, and it's so painful to hear his transparent distress.

Moving my arms up and hands free, I gently cup his face, fingers running across the slight wrinkles and the ridges of his scar, and gently start to caress beneath his eyes in hopes to soothe him, and wake him. Soft words fall from my lips as I try to lull him out of sleep, and away from the horrors that must be playing before him in his head.

With a jolt, and a shout, he awakes, pushing himself up in the futon so fast that I would have fallen flat on my back if it wasn't that his arms were still wrapped around me. "Shh, shh," I soothe as he looks around the room disoriented, trying to recollect where he is. My hands never stop caressing his face and rubbing his shoulder as he calms down.

Kennyo takes a deep breath and presses his hand against mine upon his cheek. All is silent for a while, before he whispers, "I woke you," so quietly I almost don't hear it.

I give him a gentle smile and ask, "What was it about?" He does not need clarification on what I mean. He hesitates at first, but I tell him, "You have nothing to be ashamed of. I promise, I'll hold you all night, and I'll help to put your fears at bay." With soft spoken words, and breaks every now and then at particularly painful reminiscences, he tells me of the horrors he dreamed, back at the siege of his temple.

He explains the horrors of his brothers, screaming and begging for their lives as the temple burned to flames around them, burning them too, until they were nothing but dust and memories. He explains the horrors of the temple in flames, golden, and oh so destructive as it tore down his most sacred home. By the end of it, he is showing me a side I've never seen before; a side of him that is human, and filled with emotions of grief, despondency, and pain. He becomes so desperate for a distraction from that pain, a release, that he clings onto me, quickly flipping me off his lap so I'm laying on my back against the soft futon.

"Please," he whispers into my skin, face already buried in the crook of my neck, lips leading up to my jaw as he sucks and bites, and I, already freeing moans of ecstasy of his sweet lips against my skin. "Please, just... just give me this now." I don't respond, but instead cradle his head as he sucks on my jaw before his lips finally make it to mine in a powerful, deep and desperate kiss. It's forceful, not like his kisses aren't usually, but this is different, as he kisses forcefully in hopes to find that release; a release from the agony and turmoil that coils within his heart.

His rough and calloused hands move up my side, cupping my bottom as he pulls me against him, his other hand moving to the front of my nightwear. He fidgets with the ties, struggling a little and he curses under his breath. He's usually able to open it with a flick of his slender fingers. I help him to untie it, and I let him part the clothes revealing my breasts which he is quick to grope. I push into his touch, biting my lip to hold back any sounds as I feel his hands play with me. Though his gropes are rough, there is a certain tenderness as his fingers smooth over the silky skin, and tug or circle my pert nipples, already have been touched by the cool air of night.

As he fumbles to undo his own nightwear, with rigid gasps he starts to chant, "I need to, I'm sorry, I just need to. I need to feel you, _____."

He is swift to make love to me, and I let out a moan as I feel him suddenly within me, my walls consuming him, and my arms going around his neck to hold him close to me. His thrusts are unsteady, and it's slightly painful as his pelvis smacks against mine repeatedly. But it's a pain I'm willing to endure; it's a good pain too, besides.

His thrusting becomes more unhinged as he comes closer and closer to the release he wanted. His grip around my waist tightens, and he clenches his jaw to stop himself from shouting. "Don't hold back," I say sweetly to him, panting ever so slightly. I stroke his hair, my body still moving against his thrusts. "You don't need to. It's ok to let everything out. I'm not going to judge you. No one is."

At that, he is shouting, yelling out everything he was holding back, and yelling at every painful memory that struck him tonight as he releases within me. He collapses on top of me, our skin sticking together. I keep my arms enfolded around him, hand stroking his back as comfort, reminding him I'm here. I feel him place a kiss to my shoulder, and then I feel a warm droplet follow.

I know he is crying.

I don't say that I know, because there is no need to. I just allow him to stay on top of me, cooling down, and crying if he needs to, until he rolls over onto his back and pulls me against him, for us to fall back asleep again.

My arms enfold around him once again, and they enfold with no intention of every coming undone. "I'll hold you all night," I whisper to him once he's asleep again. "And I won't let go."