Sugar, Sugar, an Axel/Roxas drabble
Title : Sugar, Sugar
Fandom : Kingdom Hearts
Rating : M-ish
Pairing : Axel/Roxas
Word Count : 593
Genre : Er, smutty. I mean, romance.
“Gah...”
Roxas gasped incoherently, fingers nearly numb and cramping at the harsh grip of his gloved hand clasped around the stone parapet of the old tower. Back arched and eyes slipping closed, the twilight sky slowly slides out of view behind the dark of his eyelids. Moans as frequent as hiccups escaped from his throat with wild abandon, one of his legs swinging precariously over the ledge, the other propped firmly against the carved stone.
It was quiet save for the breeze blowing somewhere overhead and the blood rushing in his ears. The monumental clock ticked faintly from high in the sky and it was counting down each second that Roxas had been lying on his back, legs spread improperly with his clothes unzipped open, leaving him half-naked and exposed to the sky, like a precious offering. Vaguely, he could feel his boot slipping off his foot, but couldn't seem to make himself care enough to retract his leg in, not with the--goddamn...
That was different.
Hair crept like silt through his fingers, and Roxas was mildly grateful he had torn his right glove from his hand so it was free to feel the thick strands that appeared much more coarse than they were. In fact, Axel's hair was quite the opposite; it was soft and plentiful and easy to hold on to, especially when the flat of Axel's tongue lapped long trails up the base of his shaft, making Roxas shiver and jerk, feet digging in firm and pushing his hips up, totally by instinct.
Roxas had no idea what the hell this feeling was, being “alive” only a few months, but it was quite possibly the most intoxicating-better than the first ray of sunshine he had ever felt or the spray of ocean that he didn't even know that he had liked until the moment he encountered his first waves.
His fingers tightened of their own accord and he pulled hard, like plucking feathers from a Phoenix, and the Phoenix growled, in some mixture between extreme pleasure and arousal, dipping his head down to swallow Roxas' length to an impossible amount and from the angle, Roxas could watch himself disappear between Axel's open lips and the immense heat and wet that accompanied it made his head spin.
“Axel.” Roxas breathed in an accidental cry to the sun soaked clouds, feeling a foreign urgency somewhere hidden away in his body, the clock above gradually counting down the seconds to some unknown point of time, because this-as amazing and fuckgodyes as it was-couldn't possibly go on forever.
The moment went quick, too quick even for something Roxas had never felt before. The instinctive pumping of his hips off the stone floor and the resistance of Axel's hair clutched tight in his fist, the loud-quiet whine of more because it almost wasn't enough to just feel. He longed for something deeper and more, without knowing just what it was he was begging for. He could only hope Axel himself knew.
“Fuck...” Roxas muttered, turning his flustered cheek against the cold stone of the floor.
“Fuck?” Axel asked from somewhere between the apex of his legs, breath ghosting over hypersensitive flesh, still semi-hard and wanting for that little bit of more. Eyes sparkling like green crown jewels.
Roxas hadn't released his hair yet, still holding on like some kind of lifeline. His leg still hung over the parapet, only less careless, and much more helpless and dejected. Errant breeze tickling over his bare foot. “You...owe me a boot.”
Bah, I don't know what happened to my dom!Roxas, he was certainly there a minute ago, but oh well, Days Roxas will have to suffice. :P
Fandom : Kingdom Hearts
Rating : M-ish
Pairing : Axel/Roxas
Word Count : 593
Genre : Er, smutty. I mean, romance.
“Gah...”
Roxas gasped incoherently, fingers nearly numb and cramping at the harsh grip of his gloved hand clasped around the stone parapet of the old tower. Back arched and eyes slipping closed, the twilight sky slowly slides out of view behind the dark of his eyelids. Moans as frequent as hiccups escaped from his throat with wild abandon, one of his legs swinging precariously over the ledge, the other propped firmly against the carved stone.
It was quiet save for the breeze blowing somewhere overhead and the blood rushing in his ears. The monumental clock ticked faintly from high in the sky and it was counting down each second that Roxas had been lying on his back, legs spread improperly with his clothes unzipped open, leaving him half-naked and exposed to the sky, like a precious offering. Vaguely, he could feel his boot slipping off his foot, but couldn't seem to make himself care enough to retract his leg in, not with the--goddamn...
That was different.
Hair crept like silt through his fingers, and Roxas was mildly grateful he had torn his right glove from his hand so it was free to feel the thick strands that appeared much more coarse than they were. In fact, Axel's hair was quite the opposite; it was soft and plentiful and easy to hold on to, especially when the flat of Axel's tongue lapped long trails up the base of his shaft, making Roxas shiver and jerk, feet digging in firm and pushing his hips up, totally by instinct.
Roxas had no idea what the hell this feeling was, being “alive” only a few months, but it was quite possibly the most intoxicating-better than the first ray of sunshine he had ever felt or the spray of ocean that he didn't even know that he had liked until the moment he encountered his first waves.
His fingers tightened of their own accord and he pulled hard, like plucking feathers from a Phoenix, and the Phoenix growled, in some mixture between extreme pleasure and arousal, dipping his head down to swallow Roxas' length to an impossible amount and from the angle, Roxas could watch himself disappear between Axel's open lips and the immense heat and wet that accompanied it made his head spin.
“Axel.” Roxas breathed in an accidental cry to the sun soaked clouds, feeling a foreign urgency somewhere hidden away in his body, the clock above gradually counting down the seconds to some unknown point of time, because this-as amazing and fuckgodyes as it was-couldn't possibly go on forever.
The moment went quick, too quick even for something Roxas had never felt before. The instinctive pumping of his hips off the stone floor and the resistance of Axel's hair clutched tight in his fist, the loud-quiet whine of more because it almost wasn't enough to just feel. He longed for something deeper and more, without knowing just what it was he was begging for. He could only hope Axel himself knew.
“Fuck...” Roxas muttered, turning his flustered cheek against the cold stone of the floor.
“Fuck?” Axel asked from somewhere between the apex of his legs, breath ghosting over hypersensitive flesh, still semi-hard and wanting for that little bit of more. Eyes sparkling like green crown jewels.
Roxas hadn't released his hair yet, still holding on like some kind of lifeline. His leg still hung over the parapet, only less careless, and much more helpless and dejected. Errant breeze tickling over his bare foot. “You...owe me a boot.”
Bah, I don't know what happened to my dom!Roxas, he was certainly there a minute ago, but oh well, Days Roxas will have to suffice. :P