KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that
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Roxas produces a tube of lubricant from his pocket, because even if he can't feel guilt and Axel can't feel fear, both of them will feel it if Roxas tries to go in dry, and not in a sexy way, either. He sets the lubricant down within reach, then kneels in front of Axel.
He cups Axel's face in his hands, coaxing his current prey into eye contact.
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Axel is shocked to the point of gasping at the depth in Roxas' eyes, a depth he shouldn't be capable of. Then again, Number Thirteen had always been different. It's only logical that sex is no exception.
"The second I'm not a hundred percent certain that you're getting off on this as much as I am," Roxas says, voice throaty with desire and something else Axel remembers but can no longer identify, "I stop. Are we clear?"
Axel looks away. The coiling heat in his gut is nothing more than arousal, has nothing to do with the unexpected tenderness in Roxas' hand on his face. He refuses to answer, to acknowledge.
Roxas drops his hands from Axel's face and reaches for the clasps around his wrists.
"Wait!"
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Roxas stills his hands, looking back at Axel.
There's lust in his eyes, and physical wanting, and a little bit of fear, too.
I knew it, Roxas whispers in his mind, and he resumes his position in front of Axel with a smug grin.
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"What do you need?"
"...fuck me."
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It's better than it should be, chained naked to the wall with Roxas sliding into him half-dressed, but the leather against his ass and the slight burn in his hamstrings as Roxas pushes his thigh against his chest adds something to the whole affair. Not to mention how delicious Roxas' hands are against his cock, finally, finally bare--he discarded the gloves to slick his hands with lubricant--and the way he keeps biting at Axel's throat isn't half bad, either. Part of him still wants to squirm away, the sensible part of him that knows this is wrong and by all rights shouldn't even be possible, but Roxas is driving into his prostate and he can't force himself to care.
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Roxas wants more than this, much more, wants to force Axel to look into a mirror as his face contorts with ecstasy far beyond primal physical pleasure, but Axel isn't ready.
Someday, Roxas thinks. For now, he settles on pressing tender kisses to Axel's shoulder that he hopes won't go unnoticed.
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"You're enjoying this, you slut--"
"Oh--oh--!"
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Afterwards, when they've both had some time to recover, Roxas undoes the handcuffs, lifts Axel's worn-out body into his arms, carries him to the bath and runs hot water and scrubs them both clean. He waits until the water is almost cool before he gets out and dries off, lifting Axel again, wrapping him in a fresh towel this time. Roxas' arms shake under Axel's slight weight, but he manages to carry him all the way back to the bed before the exhaustion hits.
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Axel wakes, just barely, to cool lips against the back of his neck.
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"I love you," Roxas presses into Axel's spine, "even though I shouldn't."
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"Someday soon, you'll love me, too."
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Axel doesn't wake, but the tears clinging to his lashes tell Roxas everything he needs to know.
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bear my children!!!!!!
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But I'm very, very glad you liked it. ^^;
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