Pricked

Because Roxas knows that Axel is all dangerous, erotic angles, which provoke a tantalizing desire to stroketouchcaress them with a delicate finger whereas Roxas himself is pure womanly curves which have yet to lose their childish softness. The redhead'sshoulderchinjawcheekhips grind challengingly against the younger boy's angelic skin when they makelovesleeptogetherfuck, taunting him, daring him to lust simply after this demon with feral green eyes.

So Roxas drags fingertips along Axel's collarbone and shivers as his lover rolls over, dreaming. The finger in his mouth, pricked, tastes like blood and like the fabled sleeping beauty, he drops swiftly into sleep.