Can't Make Me
“No way.” Roxas did not move his eyes from the pages of ‘Keyblade Master,’ which currently was advertising special gloves guaranteed to last 60% longer than the generic brand.
“Oh, come on, please?” Axel clasped his hands and made his best puppy dog eyes impression.
“Nope.” Roxas flipped a page.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Roxas?’ Axel pushed his head up underneath the magazine, nose to nose with the annoyed blonde.
“Denied.”
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease?”
“Give it up!”
“Pretty please?”
“N.O.” Roxas disappeared back beneath the glossy pages.
“Pretty please with sugar on top?”
“What part of the word ‘no’ do you not understand?”
“Pretty please with whipped cream on top?”
“I said no already!”
“Pretty please with whipped cream and . . . sex on top?” Axel gave a hopeful grin.
One eye appeared from behind the magazine.
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“Dammit!” Axel threw down the controller after another loss at the game of Strip!Pac-man.
“Go again?” Roxas asked in a bored tone. Axel had lost four of the past six games, and currently, was only sporting his pants.
Roxas had only lost his socks and shoes.
Axel gave a suffering sigh. “Well, far be it from me to disappoint my adoring fans.” Roxas just rolled his eyes as the spiky redhead shucked off his pants.
“You know, I still haven’t given you that sex with whipped cream on top.” Axel mentioned with a perk of his eyebrow.
“It was the other way around. Whipped cream with sex on top,” Roxas said absentmindedly, eating another ghost with a flick of the joystick.
“Oh really? Thanks for reminding me.” Axel lunged at Roxas, pressing his lips against the younger man’s.
“Baka,” Roxas said breathlessly, when they paused for air.
“You know you love it,” grinned Axel, who bent down for another kiss.
“Oh, come on, please?” Axel clasped his hands and made his best puppy dog eyes impression.
“Nope.” Roxas flipped a page.
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaassssseeeee, Roxas?’ Axel pushed his head up underneath the magazine, nose to nose with the annoyed blonde.
“Denied.”
“Pleasepleasepleaseplease?”
“Give it up!”
“Pretty please?”
“N.O.” Roxas disappeared back beneath the glossy pages.
“Pretty please with sugar on top?”
“What part of the word ‘no’ do you not understand?”
“Pretty please with whipped cream on top?”
“I said no already!”
“Pretty please with whipped cream and . . . sex on top?” Axel gave a hopeful grin.
One eye appeared from behind the magazine.
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“Dammit!” Axel threw down the controller after another loss at the game of Strip!Pac-man.
“Go again?” Roxas asked in a bored tone. Axel had lost four of the past six games, and currently, was only sporting his pants.
Roxas had only lost his socks and shoes.
Axel gave a suffering sigh. “Well, far be it from me to disappoint my adoring fans.” Roxas just rolled his eyes as the spiky redhead shucked off his pants.
“You know, I still haven’t given you that sex with whipped cream on top.” Axel mentioned with a perk of his eyebrow.
“It was the other way around. Whipped cream with sex on top,” Roxas said absentmindedly, eating another ghost with a flick of the joystick.
“Oh really? Thanks for reminding me.” Axel lunged at Roxas, pressing his lips against the younger man’s.
“Baka,” Roxas said breathlessly, when they paused for air.
“You know you love it,” grinned Axel, who bent down for another kiss.