Third Person's POV

A hushed stumbling was subtle underneath its concrete walls, the neighbors would never suspect that the trashing against the floor meant that he was laying on it, hair fanning beautifully and the stressed scowl on his face only revealed he was being lustily fondled by an unearthly figure who roared angrily at what he said he heard at the hospital. Jazz's legs were open, in between his inner thighs was Aksel's kneeling form. He felt vulnerable, divested out of his underwear and sweating in anticipation as two wet fingers pushed one more time past his tight ring of muscles.

Mutedly, his mouth unleashed a hot gasp, Jazz closed his eyes, fevered, frebile by the tangible sensation of Aksel's fingers now prodding firmly against his prostate. –sweet God it felt so good- It had to be real, the anger underneath those languid pushes had to be real, Aksel's warmth had to be real. Jazz realized he couldn't be that insane.

"Try breaking free or tell me you want more." The option was given but Jazz didn't feel as if he had it in him to take none; he bit his lip and concentrated in the authenticity of the situation, he tried denying his legs weren't trembling because it felt corrupted and barbarically wicked, delicious and real; he smiled past the biting, "mmnn" he let a delighted humming slip past his mouth as his lover's long fingers twisted in the right angle.

"You sure I'm not here?"

Jazz moved his head 'no', his fist came up to his own lips and he muffled another pleased groan with the back of his hand, he could not further deny that the ferocious pleasure wasn't only a byproduct of his ill mind, Aksel pulled his fingers out only to shove them back in. "How tight."

"Mmf"

Aksel's free palm pushed down against Jazz' navel to keep him in place, his fingers kept pushing delicately in and out of the the warm cavern as the perspiration started moistening their skins. Jazz' eyes remained closed as he groaned, his body was starting to tingle in blissful blister and the unmistakable urge told him that if Aksel didn't stop his lewd touches then he wouldn't last much longer.

His hands went up and placed on each of Aksel's strong forearms, silently pleading him to stop and follow with what both burningly desired. Aksel huffed cravingly, though feeling drunk with lust and resentment, he agreed to comply and heed to where his impulses drove him. He watched cautiously as he slowly pulled his dampened fingers out. His hands on each of Jazz' thighs prevented from letting him close them out of reflex, he thought Jazz looked delectable. A sly blush appeared on his cheeks and the pain from his hardness made him stare almost roguishly at the awaiting pink bud that shuddered at the lack of invasion.

Jazz propped his weight over his elbows and watched with sultry huffs as Aksel got rid of his shirt to showcase his built-in abdomen. Jazz chuckled, his slender legs opened invitingly and the redhead smirked back as he threw his own underwear to his left. Aksel looked hard and to be fair both were ready as they could get.

Aksel was flawless. "You look fucking hot" Jazz mumbled in covetousness, the back of his knuckles were suggestively bitten as Aksel's hardened head probed teasingly against his puckered bud, the circular motions electrified each of his limbs, making him graze his other hand's nails against the wooden floor

"Is this what you want?"

"Uhh…" Jazz hissed as Aksel shoved in- impossible- Jazz thought as pleasure misted over his grip on reality, it was simply impossible not to believe in their carnality "mnn yes…" Jazz' head lolled back in exasperation, his shoulders tensed as the filling sensation boiled his skin to scorching sweat.

Aksel's own bottom lip was trapped in between his teeth. His eyes masted sultrily as the warmth engulfed him. He pushed in gently as Jazz' lips parted in another breathless moan. For all he could think of, Jazz had an exquisite aroma that he could not get enough of.

He licked his lips in fervent longing as his swollen length went fully inside, "Jaaz, speak to me…" his hands traveled impishly up of smooth skin and swiftly they came to each of Jazz' hips to hold him in place as he finally resolved to move. Jazz pushed his toes hard against the floor and after the invasive pressure turned into hot pleasure, he moved his head to the side, mostly to avoid eye-contact out of shame. He tried to regain composure and breathe in as a red heat scalded his skin.

"F-fuck."

After two minutes of pure gasping and panting, Aksel allowed the soft stretching thrusts to become more solidified plunges that rammed deep in his lover's sensitive insides. Jazz' hands searched for Aksel's cheeks as he brought him down for a passionate kiss. "mnnn like that…" their mouths glued to the corner of each other's as another wave of loud breathless huffing followed.

Jazz' bellicose eyes opened to peek at Aksel's pleasured expression. He was real, he repeated to himself, Aksel was real, his blushing was real, his eyes that were filled with the sky, fogged by haze, beautifully dangerous and real- he repeated, so real. His lips wet and its pigment was richer by the kisses that were so mindlessly pressed to them.

Real.

Just real.

There was an everlasting fire between the air they gasped as Aksel moved to propel deeply in and almost out of his entrance, Jazz closed his eyes, he would get lost in their fire again, fuck his therapy, fuck his mind and more overly, fuck his illness. There wasn't a way he could try convincing himself that Aksel wasn't making love to him.

Jazz groaned as Aksel's rod brushed teasingly at the side of his sweet spot, not quiet reaching it but causing pleasurable sensations that overwhelmed him. Another thrust missed the target but was still welcomed with heavy spurts that leaked from his own hardened member. It felt delicious.

"Not hesitating now?" The rough voice was too clear, the member pulsing inside was too hard and the warmth was irrevocably alive, Aksel's hands caressed his hips to later move Jazz' legs widely apart, as far as he could go, the rhythmical thrusts toughened and quickened as desperation started flooding their heads.

"No mnn…" Deliberately surrendered, Jazz' spine arched as the redhead went momentarily out to kneel and take a steadier position. He carefully lifted Jazz to slowly impale him back down. The solid shaft pressed right where he needed it "God yes."

Jazz lifted his head from Aksel's shoulder and he smirked as his hips pivoted beautifully and very sensually on top of him. Jazz' wore his straight purple hair down without any braid and the profuse sweat from their act provoked it to be damp and close to his dolly features. "God."

"Agh, there…" The youngest groaned as he fisted his hands through Aksel's orange locks. Aksel watched candidly as his lover's raspberry-stained lips fell to breathy moans for more.

Jazz' eyebrows creased in desire, the affectionate hug between their dishevelment only solidified the strong bond they created long before intimating, "Just there…" Jazz insisted as the closeness started getting delectably overpowering.

"mnn shit." Jazz bit his own lip again, sturdy thrusts had him wavering against the hard muscles upfront, his legs broadened for more space and his nails scrapped keenly at Aksel's back, "hah ah" his frown displayed vindictive pleasure and his overall senses were clouded by the stimulating shoves that hit firmly on his insides.

"Look at me…" Aksel grabbed his chin and made both stare lustily at each other, "can the nothingness do you like this?" he husked erotically gruff as his tongue lapped deliciously on Jazz' neck, with somber desire, he deepened the dense thrusts past his over's humid entrance.

"mnn no…"

"Say my name then," his gentle hand placed on the back of Jazz' neck and obliged a mightier request. "Say it."

"Aksel… ah" his eyes rolled to the back and his toes curled as the head of Aksel's member pressed solidly against his prostate, "fuck... yes." Aksel's fingers yanked his violet hair back to force their mouths to smash against the other's lips; their tongues savored what heaven tasted like.

The tightness down Aksel's member intensified with spasms as both grew closer to the edge, his hand placed closely around Jazz' leaking length, he moved his hand softly up and down on it, tweaking his thumb against his dripping head. Jazz' hands fisted again, he was just a second away from the brink.

"Shit…." Jazz panted heavily, his sweaty forehead pressed against Aksel's equally humid collarbone's skin, his arms desperately affixed around Aksel's neck. "ah, get on top I can't.."

The alluded complied and quickly hovered on top. He huffed in delight as he placed Jazz back against the floor. Jazz' legs opened for him and quickly locked tightly on the redhead's hips. The pressure delighted both. Jazz' arms fastened on his forearms, Aksel's sweat dripped down to his his chin. "I'm coming ugh." His head lolled back softly, his mouth parted to let escape a last pleasured sigh as he entered bliss. Aksel's hand swiftly grabbed his as the strong pours of release melted them down.

"Holy fuck… mnn"

"Fuck." Aksel groaned as Jazz clenched down on him, a wet spurt splashed between their abdomens and Aksel gasped gruffly as he emptied his seed deep inside the only person he ever truly loved.

A cleansing feeling of satisfaction washed over their skin and both stopped fitfully against each other. Their entire bodies were profusely dampened in perspiration and the lock from Jazz' legs around his hips didn't ease the boiling steam between their sexes, it was too hot to breathe.

After two laxative minutes, Aksel pulled out and laid beside him.

"Ah… shit" Jazz gasped satisfied, as soon as he regained his composure, the anxiety returned "Don't fucking leave."

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