My Whole Existence is Flawed
Title: My Whole Existence is Flawed
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: M
Words: 2,700~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you see here. Nothing. Nada.
A/N: Written for zenelly's 21st birthday, for her prompt AkuRoku lap dancing. Sorry I kind of wrecked it, but I honestly don't think Roxas would ever, ever writhe around in Axel's lap. Not unless he was drunk as fuck or if he was honor bound by some sort of bet, and then it wouldn't have ended in sex XD Axel, though, is a whole 'nother story. So, happy happy birthday and I hope you enjoy both your birthday AND this <3
Title from Nine Inch Nail's Closer, which I imagine is the first song that Axel turns on >:D
“Oh, fuck no.” It wasn’t the response Axel had wanted, but he’d work with it.
“C’mon, Rox, it’s not like I’m asking you to parade around in ladies underwear and grind in my lap,” Axel said, standing and following him to the kitchen. However, it would be nice...
“Stop it, Axel. You look like a rainbow clad faggot, take that shit off,” Roxas growled, standing on tip-toe to reach the Jack Daniels in the cupboard above the stove.
“Now, Roxas, I’m quite sure we’re comfortable enough in our sexuality that I can stand in our kitchen in women’s lingerie,” Axel said, pulling at the lacy panties that did very little to cover his crotch.
“I’m not fucking joking, Axel, take that fucking shit off.” Axel smirked, raising a brow.
“If that’s what you want,” he sang, slowly untying the baby doll, dragging fingers down his torso and smirking, looking at Roxas from under eyelashes dark with mascara. He pressed his nearly naked body closer to Roxas’ and was met with a harsh, flat palm to the center of his chest, pushing him away.
“Go the fuck away and take that bullshit off, Axel, you’re not a goddamn woman.” Roxas voice was dangerously low, and in a far away corner of his mind Axel knew that he was close to snapping, but his flaring anger didn’t care. Roxas took a long gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle before grabbing a cocktail glass from the cupboard, filling it nearly to the top and throwing it back. He let it burn down his throat to his stomach, filled the glass up again, turned to see Axel, still half naked, still decked out in black lace, standing with his hands on his hips and fury blazing in green eyes.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you would mistake me for female so easily. Here I am, trying to do something nice for you-” Axel was cut off by a loud bang, the sound of glass shattering. He was startled into silence.
“Listen, Axel, if you want me to go out and fuck chicks, just fucking tell me,” Roxas snarled, pulling a worn, flannel button down over his t-shirt and stalking to the door. A moment later, Axel heard the door slam shut.
He looked over to where Roxas had heaved his glass, looked at the dented drywall, the scuffed paint, amber liquid dripping down the wall and splattered across the floor and ceiling. Tiny fragments of glass shone on the linoleum, the hard wood of the hallway.
Axel felt his rage building up inside his stomach, felt the stomach acid roil and bubble, rising up in his throat; he felt his jaw tighten until it hurt, felt his hands clench until his nails were digging into his palms, felt frustration build up in the form of tears but I won’t cry, fucking won’t, not over his pissy little fucking tantrum.
So Axel swallowed his tears of anger, of frustration, and stepped lightly over the shattered mess of whiskey and glass glinting like lost diamonds, and went to their room, shutting the door tight behind him.
Hours later, Axel woke up to a small, tense body curling around him, cold feet tucked against his calves and nose pressed into the hollow of his collarbone.
“‘M sorry,” Roxas whispered when he noticed Axel’s open eyes. “Sorry, baby, I don’t-I didn’t mean to blow up like that, Ax, I’m sorry.” Axel was stiff in Roxas’ arms, glaring down at blond hair and grinding his teeth in fury that slowly flooded through his sleep-addled brain.
“I, uh, I cleaned everything up. I think I got all of the glass, but I’ll make sure tomorrow. And I’ll fix the wall tomorrow, too, before I go to work.” Roxas’ hold on Axel tightened just slightly, and Axel could feel his limbs shaking from the cold, but he didn’t move to warm him, or comfort him.
“Do-do you want me to go somewhere else?” Roxas asked, voice small and pained, and Axel bit his bottom lip in thought before shifting, pressing a thigh between Roxas’ and wrapping his arms around the shivering blond.
“No. Fucker.” Axel’s voice was quiet, cold, not joking and sarcastic and amused like it would normally be.
“I’m upset with you, asshole, but you’re sorry and you’re cold and I don’t want you to perish of hypothermia before you have a chance to make it up to me.” And that was that.
They woke up curled around each other in the morning, and Axel flicked Roxas’ nose in annoyance when he leaned in for a kiss, getting out of the bed and heading for the shower. Roxas painstakingly filled the dent in the wall, carefully repainting it with thin layers as he cooked a greasy breakfast in silent apology.
Axel walked into the kitchen in his pressed suit and tie, and Roxas was pretty sure he’d picked his clothing out just to make Roxas groan. The dark charcoal of the suit emphasized his pretty, pale skin, tie making green eyes pop, cut perfectly to his long, angular body. Roxas swallowed hard.
Axel raised a short eyebrow before sitting down and practically inhaling his food, grabbing bacon and toast from Roxas’ plate when he’d finished his own. Roxas felt guilt chewing at the edge of his stomach, because he knew Axel wouldn’t have eaten last night, would have waited for him to get home to his surprise and eat together; once Roxas had stormed out like a child, he would have went straight to bed.
Roxas caught him by the door as he was sliding polished black shoes onto his feet, sliding his fingers into the hair at the back of his head and gently kissing the smooth skin of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” Roxas murmured, lapping at his skin and kissing across the wet smears. “Have a good day at work.” Axel pressed his mouth against Roxas’ temple - not quite a kiss, not yet, but letting Roxas know he was on the right track.
Weeks of tiny favors and taking the trash out and cooking breakfast and the odd night of careful, slow sex and Roxas had finally, finally been forgiven. He’d nearly fallen to his knees and screamed his thanks to the heavens, but Axel would have smacked him upside the head and, really, he’d just been forgiven. Now hopefully Axel wouldn’t notice the suspicious absence of some lacy, badly fitting lingerie.
And now, after nearly a month of groveling and near celibacy, Roxas could finally take advantage of the fact that Axel had taken to sitting around in his underwear. Roxas was pretty sure that he’d started it just to wind him up, but it had stuck, as if Axel had just then realized that sitting around in his shorts was way more comfortable than slacks and an undershirt.
One night after dinner, Roxas still smelling like grease from the mechanic shop and nursing a burn from an overheated engine, Axel stepped out of their bedroom after fully shucking his outfit. He was lazing around in plain, black boxer briefs, but god he looked good like that, all sharp hipbones and long, lean torso blooming into wide shoulders, and that ass, Roxas wanted to get his hands on it.
Axel was strangely mobile after a full day at the office, and he walked back and forth from the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom and back, with Roxas’ eyes following him every step of the way. Finally, when Axel lifted his arms and stretched, body open and defenseless and that fucking line of red hair glinting in the low light, Roxas violently jabbed the power button on the remote. He shoved himself off the couch, hands pressed against pale skin and pulling him closer.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Roxas murmured against his chest, licking at his collarbone and grinding forward, pressing rough denim against the soft cotton of his underwear, pale thighs covered in sparse, ginger hairs.
Axel, for all his usual perceptiveness, balked.
“Nuh uh. There is no way that you storm out of the house in a fit when I wear something nice, and then practically jump me when I’m in my skivvies.” His only answer was the low groans erupting from the back of Roxas’ throat, the flat palms stroking down his sides and back, the fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband and tugging lightly. Axel rolled his eyes, grinning, pushing Roxas back on the couch and holding him there with a foot to his chest.
“Alright then, weirdo. I’ll play. If you touch me, even once, before I give the word, you don’t get to have me tonight,” Axel said, arms crossed over his broad chest and raising an eyebrow in a very obvious do-I-make-myself-clear gesture. Roxas chewed on his bottom lip, nodding hard and fisting his hands at his sides.
A few half-assed, aborted tries later, and Axel was dragging a kitchen chair into the room, shoving Roxas into it and pretending that what he was trying to do wasn’t totally and completely obvious as he fiddled with the stereo system until mindless electronic music was filtering through the speakers.
Axel looked at Roxas predatorily, watching his throat convulse as he swallowed hard, arms stiff at his sides with the effort of not reaching out and Axel hadn’t even started, the poor boy.
Axel circled the chair, running a light hand up the inseam of Roxas’ jeans, fingers sliding over his crotch and up his chest as Axel draped himself over the blond from behind.
“Ready?” Axel asked, breathing heavily in his ear, and Roxas nodded fiercely. Axel trailed a finger across his shoulders as he moved around him again, felt the goosebumps on his skin when he reached the end of the fabric, watched his lidded, blue eyes flicker up and down his body. Axel twisted his hips and shoulders, slowly gyrating to the heavy bass, fingers flitting up his own thighs, tweaking his nipples and dipping into his belly button and running over the coarse red hair on his stomach.
Roxas whimpered.
Axel forced a leg between Roxas’, straddling one of his thighs and smirk widening when he saw Roxas’ hands move to the chair, gripping for dear life as he stared, pretty pink lips open and breath coming in pants. Axel sped up with the music, writhing not a foot from Roxas’ face, dipping down to brush his crotch against Roxas’ tense thigh. He could see that Roxas was hard, could see the outline of him straining against his jeans, but he ignored it.
Instead, he pulled back, turning around and bracing both legs on either side of the chair, backing up and moving so that his ass was scant inches from Roxas’ crotch. He started moving, not touching him, not yet, and he could hear Roxas’ breathing pick up, could nearly feel it whispering against the small of his back as he worked his hips.
Axel’s arms went up, bending at the elbow and digging into red spikes, one hand sliding down the back of his neck and around to his chest and Roxas’ breath hitched, Axel’s smirk nearly splitting his face.
Finally, Axel pressed down into Roxas’ lap, and Roxas hissed and jerked his arms as Axel’s ass gyrated against his crotch, fighting not to lose control and just grab him. After a moment, once Axel was certain that Roxas had all but drooled into the curve of the small of his back, Axel moved away, turned, straddled him face to face and sat down. Roxas’ arms were in the way of his mile long legs, so Axel pulled at his wrists, set small, hot hands on the sides of his thighs.
“That’s where they stay,” Axel warned, voice barely audible over the heavy dub step the song had switched to, but Roxas nodded, tracing out Axel’s muscles with eyes bright with lust. When Axel started moving, the hands on his legs clamped down; Axel smirked down at the blond, bit his bottom lip and Roxas bucked his hips, fingers squeezing his thighs, breath shaking and Axel could feel him twitching through his jeans.
Roxas’ eyes fell to Axel’s crotch, could see the firm outline of him through the black fabric, pressed up against his thigh from the constriction of his underwear. Roxas licked his lips, biting his cheek to stop himself from moving, from sliding his hands up strong thighs and gripping those fucking hips and pulling him closer, grinding up into him.
Axel brushed a piece of hair from Roxas’ eyes, giving a particularly vicious twist of his hips that had Roxas moaning out loud, jeans tight tight tight and it almost hurt, but it was so good, it was-
“Such a good boy,” Axel murmured against his ear, breath hot, and Roxas’ entire frame shuddered. “Do you wanna touch me, baby?” Roxas nodded, pressing his cheek to Axel’s trying to feel him just a little bit more. Axel bit Roxas’ bottom lip, licking along the pink curve, shallowly dipping his tongue past Roxas’ lips.
“So touch me.” Within seconds, Axel was a mass of long limbs gripped in Roxas’ hands, lifted by strong arms and pressed down into the couch, a hot mouth insistent on his neck and hands running across his body like they didn’t know what they wanted to touch first. Axel arched up into him, wrapped his legs around Roxas’ hips and tugged at his t-shirt.
“Fuck, get-get your clothes off,” Axel whispered between sloppy, forceful kisses, and Roxas was tugging him up, to his feet, biting harshly at his collarbone and stumbling backwards, pulling Axel toward their bedroom. Roxas was foundering from his unbuttoned jeans, slipping down around his thighs, and when he stopped to kick them off, he turned the stereo off. The silence would have been deafening if he hadn’t collided with Axel, licking into him desperately, harsh breathing and blood pounding and sliding a hand into Axel’s shorts, Axel letting out a stilted cry.
“Fuck me,” Roxas growled into his neck, squeezing Axel, whose hips twitched and suddenly he was pushing, pushing Roxas into their room and fumbling for the lube and a condom and Roxas was on the bed, naked, underwear flung somewhere across the room and touching himself, stroking himself with a tight, fast fist.
Axel forced Roxas’ legs open, slapped his hands away and there was cool lube on his fingers and he was pressing them inside roughly, biting Roxas’ stomach and listening to his stuttering cries, hips pressing down into his hand and fingers tight in Axel’s hair. Axel prepped him fast, fingers rubbing into his prostate and making him arch, making him beg please please please, Axel, now, need you now until Axel was rolling the condom down, slicking himself with lube and pressing inside, slow as possible but, fuck, it was hard, with Roxas moaning and rolling his hips and his fingers digging into his skin.
They fucked like animals, all desperate cries and clawing hands and fast, jerking thrusts. Roxas was moaning into Axel’s neck, biting down on his shoulders and collarbones hard enough that Axel knew he’d be wearing high necked shirts for the rest of the week but, fuck, it was good, he didn’t care.
Roxas came hard, curling around Axel’s body and wrapping his arms around Axel’s shoulders, hands in his hair and cradling his head and letting Axel pull the pleasure out of him with gentle hands and cruel thrusts. When Axel came, panting and groaning, he had barely enough energy to tie the condom and toss it into the garbage can, a lucky shot that he thanked every living deity for as he curled into Roxas’ sweaty, warm neck and fell into a prompt and full sleep.
The next day, Roxas was the one waking up after the alarm and showering as Axel made him breakfast, kissed him goodbye at the door, and that night when Axel had shed his clothing like always, his new ritual, the red head just smirked and bit his bottom lip and slowly sashayed into their bedroom.
Needless to say, Roxas followed.
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Rating: M
Words: 2,700~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you see here. Nothing. Nada.
A/N: Written for zenelly's 21st birthday, for her prompt AkuRoku lap dancing. Sorry I kind of wrecked it, but I honestly don't think Roxas would ever, ever writhe around in Axel's lap. Not unless he was drunk as fuck or if he was honor bound by some sort of bet, and then it wouldn't have ended in sex XD Axel, though, is a whole 'nother story. So, happy happy birthday and I hope you enjoy both your birthday AND this <3
Title from Nine Inch Nail's Closer, which I imagine is the first song that Axel turns on >:D
“Oh, fuck no.” It wasn’t the response Axel had wanted, but he’d work with it.
“C’mon, Rox, it’s not like I’m asking you to parade around in ladies underwear and grind in my lap,” Axel said, standing and following him to the kitchen. However, it would be nice...
“Stop it, Axel. You look like a rainbow clad faggot, take that shit off,” Roxas growled, standing on tip-toe to reach the Jack Daniels in the cupboard above the stove.
“Now, Roxas, I’m quite sure we’re comfortable enough in our sexuality that I can stand in our kitchen in women’s lingerie,” Axel said, pulling at the lacy panties that did very little to cover his crotch.
“I’m not fucking joking, Axel, take that fucking shit off.” Axel smirked, raising a brow.
“If that’s what you want,” he sang, slowly untying the baby doll, dragging fingers down his torso and smirking, looking at Roxas from under eyelashes dark with mascara. He pressed his nearly naked body closer to Roxas’ and was met with a harsh, flat palm to the center of his chest, pushing him away.
“Go the fuck away and take that bullshit off, Axel, you’re not a goddamn woman.” Roxas voice was dangerously low, and in a far away corner of his mind Axel knew that he was close to snapping, but his flaring anger didn’t care. Roxas took a long gulp of whiskey straight from the bottle before grabbing a cocktail glass from the cupboard, filling it nearly to the top and throwing it back. He let it burn down his throat to his stomach, filled the glass up again, turned to see Axel, still half naked, still decked out in black lace, standing with his hands on his hips and fury blazing in green eyes.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you would mistake me for female so easily. Here I am, trying to do something nice for you-” Axel was cut off by a loud bang, the sound of glass shattering. He was startled into silence.
“Listen, Axel, if you want me to go out and fuck chicks, just fucking tell me,” Roxas snarled, pulling a worn, flannel button down over his t-shirt and stalking to the door. A moment later, Axel heard the door slam shut.
He looked over to where Roxas had heaved his glass, looked at the dented drywall, the scuffed paint, amber liquid dripping down the wall and splattered across the floor and ceiling. Tiny fragments of glass shone on the linoleum, the hard wood of the hallway.
Axel felt his rage building up inside his stomach, felt the stomach acid roil and bubble, rising up in his throat; he felt his jaw tighten until it hurt, felt his hands clench until his nails were digging into his palms, felt frustration build up in the form of tears but I won’t cry, fucking won’t, not over his pissy little fucking tantrum.
So Axel swallowed his tears of anger, of frustration, and stepped lightly over the shattered mess of whiskey and glass glinting like lost diamonds, and went to their room, shutting the door tight behind him.
Hours later, Axel woke up to a small, tense body curling around him, cold feet tucked against his calves and nose pressed into the hollow of his collarbone.
“‘M sorry,” Roxas whispered when he noticed Axel’s open eyes. “Sorry, baby, I don’t-I didn’t mean to blow up like that, Ax, I’m sorry.” Axel was stiff in Roxas’ arms, glaring down at blond hair and grinding his teeth in fury that slowly flooded through his sleep-addled brain.
“I, uh, I cleaned everything up. I think I got all of the glass, but I’ll make sure tomorrow. And I’ll fix the wall tomorrow, too, before I go to work.” Roxas’ hold on Axel tightened just slightly, and Axel could feel his limbs shaking from the cold, but he didn’t move to warm him, or comfort him.
“Do-do you want me to go somewhere else?” Roxas asked, voice small and pained, and Axel bit his bottom lip in thought before shifting, pressing a thigh between Roxas’ and wrapping his arms around the shivering blond.
“No. Fucker.” Axel’s voice was quiet, cold, not joking and sarcastic and amused like it would normally be.
“I’m upset with you, asshole, but you’re sorry and you’re cold and I don’t want you to perish of hypothermia before you have a chance to make it up to me.” And that was that.
They woke up curled around each other in the morning, and Axel flicked Roxas’ nose in annoyance when he leaned in for a kiss, getting out of the bed and heading for the shower. Roxas painstakingly filled the dent in the wall, carefully repainting it with thin layers as he cooked a greasy breakfast in silent apology.
Axel walked into the kitchen in his pressed suit and tie, and Roxas was pretty sure he’d picked his clothing out just to make Roxas groan. The dark charcoal of the suit emphasized his pretty, pale skin, tie making green eyes pop, cut perfectly to his long, angular body. Roxas swallowed hard.
Axel raised a short eyebrow before sitting down and practically inhaling his food, grabbing bacon and toast from Roxas’ plate when he’d finished his own. Roxas felt guilt chewing at the edge of his stomach, because he knew Axel wouldn’t have eaten last night, would have waited for him to get home to his surprise and eat together; once Roxas had stormed out like a child, he would have went straight to bed.
Roxas caught him by the door as he was sliding polished black shoes onto his feet, sliding his fingers into the hair at the back of his head and gently kissing the smooth skin of his neck.
“I’m sorry,” Roxas murmured, lapping at his skin and kissing across the wet smears. “Have a good day at work.” Axel pressed his mouth against Roxas’ temple - not quite a kiss, not yet, but letting Roxas know he was on the right track.
Weeks of tiny favors and taking the trash out and cooking breakfast and the odd night of careful, slow sex and Roxas had finally, finally been forgiven. He’d nearly fallen to his knees and screamed his thanks to the heavens, but Axel would have smacked him upside the head and, really, he’d just been forgiven. Now hopefully Axel wouldn’t notice the suspicious absence of some lacy, badly fitting lingerie.
And now, after nearly a month of groveling and near celibacy, Roxas could finally take advantage of the fact that Axel had taken to sitting around in his underwear. Roxas was pretty sure that he’d started it just to wind him up, but it had stuck, as if Axel had just then realized that sitting around in his shorts was way more comfortable than slacks and an undershirt.
One night after dinner, Roxas still smelling like grease from the mechanic shop and nursing a burn from an overheated engine, Axel stepped out of their bedroom after fully shucking his outfit. He was lazing around in plain, black boxer briefs, but god he looked good like that, all sharp hipbones and long, lean torso blooming into wide shoulders, and that ass, Roxas wanted to get his hands on it.
Axel was strangely mobile after a full day at the office, and he walked back and forth from the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom and back, with Roxas’ eyes following him every step of the way. Finally, when Axel lifted his arms and stretched, body open and defenseless and that fucking line of red hair glinting in the low light, Roxas violently jabbed the power button on the remote. He shoved himself off the couch, hands pressed against pale skin and pulling him closer.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Roxas murmured against his chest, licking at his collarbone and grinding forward, pressing rough denim against the soft cotton of his underwear, pale thighs covered in sparse, ginger hairs.
Axel, for all his usual perceptiveness, balked.
“Nuh uh. There is no way that you storm out of the house in a fit when I wear something nice, and then practically jump me when I’m in my skivvies.” His only answer was the low groans erupting from the back of Roxas’ throat, the flat palms stroking down his sides and back, the fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband and tugging lightly. Axel rolled his eyes, grinning, pushing Roxas back on the couch and holding him there with a foot to his chest.
“Alright then, weirdo. I’ll play. If you touch me, even once, before I give the word, you don’t get to have me tonight,” Axel said, arms crossed over his broad chest and raising an eyebrow in a very obvious do-I-make-myself-clear gesture. Roxas chewed on his bottom lip, nodding hard and fisting his hands at his sides.
A few half-assed, aborted tries later, and Axel was dragging a kitchen chair into the room, shoving Roxas into it and pretending that what he was trying to do wasn’t totally and completely obvious as he fiddled with the stereo system until mindless electronic music was filtering through the speakers.
Axel looked at Roxas predatorily, watching his throat convulse as he swallowed hard, arms stiff at his sides with the effort of not reaching out and Axel hadn’t even started, the poor boy.
Axel circled the chair, running a light hand up the inseam of Roxas’ jeans, fingers sliding over his crotch and up his chest as Axel draped himself over the blond from behind.
“Ready?” Axel asked, breathing heavily in his ear, and Roxas nodded fiercely. Axel trailed a finger across his shoulders as he moved around him again, felt the goosebumps on his skin when he reached the end of the fabric, watched his lidded, blue eyes flicker up and down his body. Axel twisted his hips and shoulders, slowly gyrating to the heavy bass, fingers flitting up his own thighs, tweaking his nipples and dipping into his belly button and running over the coarse red hair on his stomach.
Roxas whimpered.
Axel forced a leg between Roxas’, straddling one of his thighs and smirk widening when he saw Roxas’ hands move to the chair, gripping for dear life as he stared, pretty pink lips open and breath coming in pants. Axel sped up with the music, writhing not a foot from Roxas’ face, dipping down to brush his crotch against Roxas’ tense thigh. He could see that Roxas was hard, could see the outline of him straining against his jeans, but he ignored it.
Instead, he pulled back, turning around and bracing both legs on either side of the chair, backing up and moving so that his ass was scant inches from Roxas’ crotch. He started moving, not touching him, not yet, and he could hear Roxas’ breathing pick up, could nearly feel it whispering against the small of his back as he worked his hips.
Axel’s arms went up, bending at the elbow and digging into red spikes, one hand sliding down the back of his neck and around to his chest and Roxas’ breath hitched, Axel’s smirk nearly splitting his face.
Finally, Axel pressed down into Roxas’ lap, and Roxas hissed and jerked his arms as Axel’s ass gyrated against his crotch, fighting not to lose control and just grab him. After a moment, once Axel was certain that Roxas had all but drooled into the curve of the small of his back, Axel moved away, turned, straddled him face to face and sat down. Roxas’ arms were in the way of his mile long legs, so Axel pulled at his wrists, set small, hot hands on the sides of his thighs.
“That’s where they stay,” Axel warned, voice barely audible over the heavy dub step the song had switched to, but Roxas nodded, tracing out Axel’s muscles with eyes bright with lust. When Axel started moving, the hands on his legs clamped down; Axel smirked down at the blond, bit his bottom lip and Roxas bucked his hips, fingers squeezing his thighs, breath shaking and Axel could feel him twitching through his jeans.
Roxas’ eyes fell to Axel’s crotch, could see the firm outline of him through the black fabric, pressed up against his thigh from the constriction of his underwear. Roxas licked his lips, biting his cheek to stop himself from moving, from sliding his hands up strong thighs and gripping those fucking hips and pulling him closer, grinding up into him.
Axel brushed a piece of hair from Roxas’ eyes, giving a particularly vicious twist of his hips that had Roxas moaning out loud, jeans tight tight tight and it almost hurt, but it was so good, it was-
“Such a good boy,” Axel murmured against his ear, breath hot, and Roxas’ entire frame shuddered. “Do you wanna touch me, baby?” Roxas nodded, pressing his cheek to Axel’s trying to feel him just a little bit more. Axel bit Roxas’ bottom lip, licking along the pink curve, shallowly dipping his tongue past Roxas’ lips.
“So touch me.” Within seconds, Axel was a mass of long limbs gripped in Roxas’ hands, lifted by strong arms and pressed down into the couch, a hot mouth insistent on his neck and hands running across his body like they didn’t know what they wanted to touch first. Axel arched up into him, wrapped his legs around Roxas’ hips and tugged at his t-shirt.
“Fuck, get-get your clothes off,” Axel whispered between sloppy, forceful kisses, and Roxas was tugging him up, to his feet, biting harshly at his collarbone and stumbling backwards, pulling Axel toward their bedroom. Roxas was foundering from his unbuttoned jeans, slipping down around his thighs, and when he stopped to kick them off, he turned the stereo off. The silence would have been deafening if he hadn’t collided with Axel, licking into him desperately, harsh breathing and blood pounding and sliding a hand into Axel’s shorts, Axel letting out a stilted cry.
“Fuck me,” Roxas growled into his neck, squeezing Axel, whose hips twitched and suddenly he was pushing, pushing Roxas into their room and fumbling for the lube and a condom and Roxas was on the bed, naked, underwear flung somewhere across the room and touching himself, stroking himself with a tight, fast fist.
Axel forced Roxas’ legs open, slapped his hands away and there was cool lube on his fingers and he was pressing them inside roughly, biting Roxas’ stomach and listening to his stuttering cries, hips pressing down into his hand and fingers tight in Axel’s hair. Axel prepped him fast, fingers rubbing into his prostate and making him arch, making him beg please please please, Axel, now, need you now until Axel was rolling the condom down, slicking himself with lube and pressing inside, slow as possible but, fuck, it was hard, with Roxas moaning and rolling his hips and his fingers digging into his skin.
They fucked like animals, all desperate cries and clawing hands and fast, jerking thrusts. Roxas was moaning into Axel’s neck, biting down on his shoulders and collarbones hard enough that Axel knew he’d be wearing high necked shirts for the rest of the week but, fuck, it was good, he didn’t care.
Roxas came hard, curling around Axel’s body and wrapping his arms around Axel’s shoulders, hands in his hair and cradling his head and letting Axel pull the pleasure out of him with gentle hands and cruel thrusts. When Axel came, panting and groaning, he had barely enough energy to tie the condom and toss it into the garbage can, a lucky shot that he thanked every living deity for as he curled into Roxas’ sweaty, warm neck and fell into a prompt and full sleep.
The next day, Roxas was the one waking up after the alarm and showering as Axel made him breakfast, kissed him goodbye at the door, and that night when Axel had shed his clothing like always, his new ritual, the red head just smirked and bit his bottom lip and slowly sashayed into their bedroom.
Needless to say, Roxas followed.