AN: "The hoes gon' looove this." ;) Hope you guys like dialogue. I cannot seem to keep myself from writing it, haha.
Chapter 11
With every bob of my knee, the cadmium green leather beneath my backside yelps. I've visited this office six times already, and the stink of manila folders, toner, and shower gel renders it impossible for me to decompress. To subdue my nervousness, the specialist inquired about my holiday and academics. But his observant eyes could see that my mind was preoccupied with other affairs. And whatever solace derived from his modest enquiries ceased as I curbed into the particular topic. Fortunately, after he deduced my condition, I felt more at aplomb recounting Axel's proposal and the occasions with him that led directly to it. I could adhere to the secret agenda of keeping my partners confidential among each session, and I made sure to do the same for my dutiful caretaker. Diz, per routine, did not press for a name and instead asked for details about the redhead. I ended up orally purging about our past, his attitude to my sexual aspirations, and his mentality.
I toss a gander around while he scribbles something on his clipboard. The barely illuminated walls are embellished with a myriad of degrees. The office desk was opulent and commanding. The tawny wood has ornate carvings and sandglass cabinetry with his chair being comparably lavish. It was made of tightly woven burgundy leatherette and proved to be just as well-crafted as the lounger I was now sitting in. The rufous argyle designs on the circular area rug underneath us was scruffy, and sprigs of matting were entangled from months of the rollers passing across it. A little window across from me was upholstered in a creamy khaki linen which dulled the environment even more. The foundation wall to my left was ornamented with file cabinets, collectibles (the most prominent being a brass pig), family portraits, and his very own commencement photo. The plaster above showcased a very costly artwork of a simple field of wheat. 'I am a psychological institution, and I want you to be comfortable,' said this space. My propriety, on the other hand, has it accomplishing the exact opposite.
My gaze flits to the wrinkling cushion under my thigh, and my fingertips tweeze at the gold threaded stitching, the details striving to steady my restless limbs. My mind is on the verge of detonating, and Diz has not mentioned anything in regard to my verbal diarrhea. He has not laid his pen down since I finished speaking. My concern was amplified by his silence. I did not expect him to analyze the admission so hard after telling him the truth. But, before I ventured down the rabbit hole in quest of Axel's electrifying anatomy, I sought an expert to study my initiatives. I have felt like I cannot trust myself since Diz claimed I had an addiction, especially with something this intricate. The dusty blonde eventually releases his pen, fixing it to the board's top with a gentle click. I look up and see his broad fingers combing his goatee.
"Do you believe his coming onto you was a lucky accident?" He finally speaks and I barely hear him over the decrepit air ventilation system.
"I can't conceive of any valid explanation as to why he'd partake in something like this." I still my meddling on the couch's mistreated string.
"So, you're confused?" He asks, and I shrug in response to his question. Embarrassment causes the follicles on my arm to tingle. I immediately feel diminutive, which is a feeling I avoid. "Let me ask you this: what was your initial reaction to his proposition?" he says, raising his brow.
I did not have time to think after Axel proposed that I commit my desires only to him. I reacted. There were no intuitive feelings or emotions involved. I wanted him to know exactly what he was getting himself into. However, the redhead urged me to accept him, even after I muttered indecencies into his face. So much so that when I challenged him to prove himself to me, he literally marked his skin with the evidence. There is no dispute about his convictions as a result, yet this still feels like the wrong route for us. There was this gnawing pressure in my stomach lining that prompted me resist mounting him on the porch the instant he offered having sex with me.
"I was…skeptical." My hand is withdrawn from the couch, and both palms lie across my lap. My knees are tightly close, and I am leaning forward.
"Alright good, and what was your instant reaction to him coming onto you?" He lifts one leg over his knee and relaxes back in his chair.
When Axel stepped into the room, he righted my appearance tenderly, and instead of fussing to me the entire ride home, he exhibited restraint, from the minute we slipped onto the sticky leather seats of the cab until the moment we stared another down in the foyer of my shadowed house. My breath was snatched away by his gaze. My brain was filled with deafening static as I digested his words. I was about to persist in mounting him there on the floor, but my cognition alerted me about who he was and what he represented, and I could not trust him.
"Confused." I put it simply. It had not taken long to respond to his questions because the emotions are still extremely raw.
"I can only presume your mistrust stems from that very ambiguity. Nonetheless, you permitted him to touch you. Why is that?" As his forearms wrap over one another, his notes balance on his knee. His fingertips were softly pushing against his chutney embroidered cardigan.
"I figured you might be able to answer that for me." Diz shakes his head earnestly in rebuke.
His one arm shoots out at me, his fingers snapping in my direction as if he has deciphered the code on some esoteric scientific folly. "Let me rephrase that, what compelled you to give in to him?"
"He is - was enticing, and a deep part of me…always longed to feel him. It was deeply rooted curiosity, I think. Before, he was disturbed by me because of his homophobia, and I resented him for it. As a result, I smothered that attraction. As for last time...I suppose the roots could no longer stay buried. I realized I am attracted to him and always have been." With each question I answer, I recline back in my seat, feeling more at peace with the circumstances.
"That ought to be it. His animosity for your sexuality is the source of your uncertainty." He looks blankly at me, as if his deduction were a question rather than a statement.
"That feels too obvious. Besides, if that is the case, why did I succumb to my…insufferable classmate?" Indignantly, I roll my eyes. restless with his guidance in my intrusive thoughts
"Does this student know you as well as your...friend?" He lifts one bushy blonde brow, and I shake my head side to side in a tacit no. "So, this old acquaintance of yours has greater emotional weight in your heart."
"I thought my addiction had nothing to do with emotions." I grit my teeth in exasperation. Understanding his rationalization was like digging for a single grain of white rice in a 100-pound sack of oats with nothing but a pair of rusty forceps.
"Roxas, emotions are within human nature. And having a sex addiction does not make you any less human. Make a list of all of your feelings about this person." He sighs, and I close my lashes, trying to remember every instance Axel and I were together. We just had fifteen minutes, and Diz spent much of it annotating my narratives.
"Well, I was livid with him for ditching our friendship. Then, I was offended because he agreed to be my babysitter-"
"Tutor." Diz corrects me, and my tongue immediately clicks in response.
"Sure..." My lids crack open, and my head rolls to the left along the leather cradling it. My concentration is drawn to the bronze-colored pig peering into my soul. "Then, we have a simple night, and out of the blue he is coming onto me," I continue. "So, in that moment, I felt he was bothersome…but also charming. And when he kissed me…it felt seismic. It reshaped every thought I've had about him. All these sensations and feelings overtook me. I was bombarded with...confusion."
"And after he showed his earnestness?" His gruff voice enters my left ear canal.
"I believe he meant it...but another, wiser part of me feels he'll back down when he recognizes what it means for him." The admission has left me with a frigid ache all over my framework.
"The concept is still pure conjecture, though. Yet, you're already bracing yourself for the other shoe to drop. Why is that?"
"Because...if it does, it'll hurt again." I lock my stare on the swine's beady black eyes.
"So, what precisely do you want from him?" He attempts to pull, and I can hear his voice becoming closer to me as the leather of his seat conforms to get near my motionless shape. Lifting my gaze from the pig, I ruminate on the framed documents near his desk on the right, his silhouette slight in my periphery.
"I suppose…I don't want him to hurt me anymore." I mumble. I was uneasy with where this exchange had gone; my words sounded too revealing.
"Your problems do not appear to be related to sex. Perhaps you'd want to have a real connection with this fellow. You're more invested in this person's feelings, thoughts, and goals than you've ever been. And...you're terrified he'll hurt you. How will he hurt you, Roxas?" I did not have to look at him since I knew he was inspecting me with his examination.
"By deserting me again." I make the point with as much assertion as I can summon in my tone.
"This gentleman, Roxas, does not identify as gay. And it appears that your subconscious is seeking something more substantial from him. Aside from your contradictory sentiments for him, his sexual preference will further complicate your relationship with him. In the meanwhile, it is best if you avoid his solicitations." He pauses and my attention is drawn to him. He has snatched up his pen once more and is scribbling down his discoveries. A part of me wonders if, with all his degrees, he ever considered taking a short-hand lesson. It would improve the sessions and prevent his impending carpal tunnel. He does not bother returning my stare. As he imparts his final piece of wisdom for the afternoon, his voice resonates over the small area. "Concentrate on the mantras. They will benefit you in the long term."
Focus on the mantras, Roxas. You can do this.
Whirling around my house with the grace and agility of an ice skater, I keep myself occupied and engaged. The more movement, the less inclined Axel was to talk about our arrangement. He has been hiding out in Demyx' s apartment, and he only shows his face to the public with a mask. When he walks into my residence, the meager cloth is instantly removed to greet me with his tattoos of assurance. This has unavoidably made things far worse for me over the last several days, and my knees quiver when I peer at him for too long.
Popping in some headphones and vowing to support my always busy and absentee parents with their domestic duties, I went to great lengths to cleanse the house from top to bottom. Even scrubbing the baseboards and steaming cleaning the tile flooring. No one in the family volunteered for these feats. All the while lenses a shade of parakeet embellished with obsidian tracked my every motion. He was preoccupied with academics because the semester's examinations were just around the corner, and I praised God for the diversion. Not wanting him to suspect I was rejecting him, and refusing to abade him in confronting me. His healing process requires a few more weeks without coverage, and I am not sure I will be capable of staying mentally sound without a method to wholly evade him.
Focus on the mantras. I will win this war. I am better than this addiction. I am worth more than this.
I meander from one restroom to the next, a pail of cleaning agents dangling from the crook of my elbow, the hums exiting my throat matching the thunderous bass hammering into my eardrums. As I swipe at the mirror, I immerse myself in my appearance. I fluff the loose tendrils of fair hair on my scalp. The layers are wispy and light, with a unique edge. My eyes are a dazzling blue, similar to the water that runs through the Destiny Trench. When Axel perceives me, he says I resemble Namine. My exquisite stunning attributes are instantaneously muddled with hers. My head whips away from the image of myself, and I cringe. I cannot afford to be dejected, so I blot the illusion aside and go about my business. When I accomplish my mission for sufficiently sterile wash facilities, I store the sanitizing chemicals to their appropriate shelves and proceed to the cooking area. As I traverse the living room, I disregard how his attention snaps to take in my every move.
I am better than this.
I had chosen a boxed meal from the pantry, constructed the dinner, ate and put away my dishes, all without interruption from the redhead. My limbs were weary from the extensive cleaning, and I desperately needed to shower away the pungent smell of bleach stuck to my skin. Finally, I addressed my keeper who was still resting on the couch. His pencils and highlighters were sprawled on the table in sight of him, along with a flurry of papers. He had finished his assignment and decided to unwind by playing the new game he had purchased for our mutual amusement. I saw the tendons in his forearms and wrists pulse at each press of a button. As my gaze drifted to his smoldering figure, my breathing felt crowded with sand. His thin sweat jacket cinched just below his elbow, and the deep maroon matched his pink-tinged complexion superbly. I tried not to remain in his presence for too long, so I concentrated on his shamrock hued orbs. His own are migrating to mine as I stood there, struck by his striking qualities once again. My voice croaked as I hastily informed the opulent gentleman that I would be bathing and burrowing beneath the covers, the residual aftertaste of a hearty supper on my tongue. I scratched my itchy midriff as I peeled away the hemline of my shirt. His bright lenses dart from my face to my fingers, and he nods shyly. His attention reverted to his match on the television, and I made my way up to the bathroom for the world's longest shower.
The smell of Cyprus and lemon mingle with the scent of musky parchment and sandalwood candles in the narrow space of my room. As I towel dry my hair, my skin is steaming from the lengthy amount of time spent under a magnitude of heated water I applied to my body. Glancing around, I compare my freshly cleaned room to how poorly it is usually kept. Reeling with a sense of accomplishment, I pick up a handheld gaming device and toss it onto the crisp navy bedding. Sauntering to my dresser, I selected a pair of silky baby blue night pants and a white cotton V-neck. Not only do I feel invigorated from the deep clean and a shower, but I was also riding a high of successfully avoiding the red head without raising his suspicion. I nestle my way into my sheets, glancing at the clock, I decide that I can spare an hour or two resuming my game and gain a good night's rest before engaging in another day of my senior year.
Sleep, on the other hand, remains a daunting test. When I turned off the portable device, the gentle tinkling of the in-game music ceased. I reasoned that a drink of warm milk would help me settle and prepare for a full system shutdown. As I emerge from the cozy haven of wool and cotton, I forcefully rub the chill from my triceps while I pass the threshold of my chamber. The cold night air is prickling my ears. I redirect my focus to the clock on my work desk and squint at the strong light, ultimately deciphering the number. It was twenty minutes prior to ten o'clock, and my folks would be home in an hour and a half. I crept into the patch of carpeting outside my room, my toes touching the gritty flooring ahead of my heels, resolved to put stealth ahead of my need for a warm drink. I kindly ask those in the skies above to make sure Axel is asleep peacefully.
In exchange, the heavens pleased me. Yet in an utterly unrelated approach. Before I can step into the soft-white lights bouncing over the vaulted roof, my steps freeze, as though I am an uninvited specter above the family room, simply peering down at the redhead from above. The flimsy zip-up I had dumped after class was no longer on the couch's border. It was, to my distress, pressed against Axel's face and draped across his jaw and chest. My sight quickly becomes murky, yet it strains to absorb every single facet from the distance. With how arid my tongue has gotten; I can feel every bud speckling the muscle as my lungs grasp for nuggets of oxygen. My glance shifts from his face to his inappropriate maneuvers, and I grimace while biting back a mewl when I discover his second hand beneath the waistline of his trousers. As his elbow sweeps slowly across his torso back and forth to guide the rubbing of his lengthy shaft. Delicate shuffling of rough denim aligns with his mellifluous gasps. For me, the simplicity, purity, and even the absence of aesthetics was more than sufficient. While my knees wobble, my dick spasms, I glue the planters of my feet to the taupe carpet to avoid moving any nearer to the railing and chance being detected. His eyes are shut, and he is curled against the arm of the couch, his lengthy figure draped luxuriously across the colorful upholstery. My lids clamped over my lenses as his attacks on his cock escalated, sheltering me from the breathtaking image of him secretly befouling himself with my very own garment. I bite my bottom lip, soften my temples and pull a deep breath through sinuses.
I will win this war.
With a few big steps, I retreat to my room, gently closing my door with one streamlined touch, successfully sealing the man out and cancelling out any impetuous fantasies I may have about the existing desirable roommate downstairs.
I am better than this.
I amble to my bed, pull at the blankets, and concentrate my efforts on slumber, as if I were a ghoul or a doped-up patient. Axel has found me in a much worse position. However, his hesitant and clandestine behaviors piqued my interest far more than anything else he had ever done to me. My cock brushes up against the slack fabric of my pants.
No. Focus on the mantras, Roxas.
Repeating the phrases introduced to me by Diz, I turn on my lamp, grab my notebook and study until nothing else in the world matters. Finally, sleep overtook me, right in the middle of solving for y.
After a week, Diz was overjoyed to discover that I had been able to control my sexual cravings thus far. The therapist was given a detailed explanation of how vehemently my mind adhered to its limits, although it was anxious to pounce on Axel each time, we were alone. He sat politely through my warbled and speedy utterances, taking adequate records on the diverse ways I practiced temperance. Upon entering the house, Axel recommended that we stretch our limbs and get some fresh air before the months grow too bitter. Feeling hungry after the hours since lunch, my charming watcher brought some refreshments, as well as a blanket, and a few diversions to keep us entertained while we spent our evening in my private paradise. The brief walk was indeed calming. My sanity has been suffering as a result of being caged up with one of the town's sexiest men.
The wind is milder than on previous days, but the temperature still sears my lips and ears. My hearing canals are faintly stinging, and I am administering enormous amounts of Chapstick. My tongue is sweeping it away continuously, leading me to cringe from the medicinal taste. As I recognize my companion brushing down the blanket to my left, the afternoon sun dresses the tranquil landscape in golden tones. He settles his ponderous figure onto the quilted duvet, producing a faint rustling sound. My gaze swings around my surroundings, absorbing the richness of the last hours of day. As I watch water flow out of a mildewed and calcium-stained storm pipe, a pickup roars by on the remote road, and a violent blast of exhaust accosts my nose. When I hear Axel grunt, I hack at the willow vines and situate myself across from him.
"So, have you given any consideration to the dance with Xion?" He breaks the stillness by querying, his verdant orbs deviating from his playthrough to inspect my response.
"There isn't much else to contemplate. Either I will go with her, or I will not. I'm slightly apprehensive about each option."
"Ahhh. I see. " He nods and returns his focus to his Gameboy, and I tear my gaze away from him to keep from wallowing in his magnetism. "Have you ever attempted to date a girl?"
"I've been aware for a long time that the only thing that works for me is dudes." My shoulders tense in a small shrug while taking up my own device, which loads the last save; my thumb flicks the volume to silence the faint melodies.
"How can you know for certain if you've never tried?" He investigates, his voice full of intrigue.
"I suppose I could ask you the same question..." As my eyes escape the screen, my tone is graceful and infantile, and my mind inwardly counts every property with white picket fences. "…unfortunately, I already know the answer."
"You're so quick-witted. You used to have two personalities: darling sweet or audaciously explosive." His voice echoes around the area, asserting with a boisterous laugh.
"It's called maturing, Axel." My thoughts are floating aimlessly as my vision is hypnotized by the seasonal clouds, until a disturbance in the corner of my vision steals my attention, so subtle that anybody might miss it. My shoes had been left in the grass, and a beetle was crawling over the dingy aglet, adhering as if it were a misshapen stem of pale vegetation. I continue as my fingers massage the bridge of my nose, "Although I can still be fairly explosive. People like Seifer encourage it, and you force it out."
"I'm offended. What did I ever do to you?" My left ear is buzzing with laughter, my glare swings in his vicinity and when realization hits, he sighs, "Ah." His pale lips form a hard line before he murmurs, "Seifer... is the boy from the party?"
And the veranda…
"Indeed, and he's a pretentious pig who I've beaten to a pulp on a few occasions. When we're within six inches of each other, the teachers keep a careful watch on us." Cold fluid trickles along my cupid's bow, and I sniff, quickly wiping the filth away with the denim sleeve that conceals my wrists. My other hand was fidgeting with the crack in my handheld's translucent casing.
"Really, to a pulp?" Axel's countenance is astounded, and my irises roll in theatrics as he bellows, "Take a closer look at those arms!" The redhead crawls near enough to jab my arms.
"Quit acting so surprised!" I smack his limbs away sharply. "My muscles aren't much smaller than yours—what does that even mean, Axel?" As I bash at his clavicles, my hands create playful fists.
"Therefore? This is about you versus him!" The redhead returns my charge, instead slapping his hands playfully on the scarlet slopes of my face. "Moreover, when we were younger, I used to kick your butt all the time. That is one thing I am convinced has not changed."
"Would you like to place a wager on that?" While reciprocating his open-handed slaps, reminisces of our earlier days and the numerous slap-boxing matches Axel, Hayner, and I used to participate in emerge.
"Of course, I will. And you'd be crazy to bet against me!" The redhead snatches my wrists to still them before carefully releasing, our arms linger in the gap between our bodies. His glance is calculating as it latches on me. Rushing at him, my limbs wrap his neck to secure him in a strong head lock. And as his hands grapple at my coat and shoulders from behind him, Axel's hunches forward, drawing my weight into his broad back. He flings me over, his clutch intensifying, and my body tumbles ahead of my chuckling babysitter. The very desirable opponent vaults over me, his sculpted arms wrapping around my legs, powerful hamstrings sandwiching my neck and midsection. "You...assured your parents he was a bully...so...why sleep with him?" He continues, his lungs inflating rapidly as he tries to regain his equilibrium.
"Why…not? Have you seen…him?" My legs and arms wriggle in vain until they manage to free his grasp. It was my chance to show off my strength over the redhead by flipping our bodies around. I wrenched my legs away from Axel and landed directly on top of him before crawling away. After whipping around, my gaze locks with dazzling emerald, and for a long while, we are engaged in a stare down, waiting to see who will pounce first. "He's hot," I chuckle, priming his disbelief.
"Oh, is that the case? It doesn't make him any less of a jerk." He clears the perspiration from his brow with the back of his hand.
"I have to get my thrills somewhere, even if it's from a rotten moron...but I'll admit, Riku was much hotter." My tongue washes the sweat at the corner of my mouth.
"Ugh." Axel grimaces at the unexpected praise for my previous lover.
My limbs react first to tackle him. Unfortunately, Axel swings his knee from the ground and strikes me in the gut. My attack falls prey to my ex-best friend's old tactic, and my form crashes face-first onto solid ground. Pressure is deposited directly to my back, one arm winding over my shoulders, the other palm forcing my cheek into the twisted cloth. The little scuffle has left our food and entertainment scattered about. Aside from the redhead's hammering heartbeat, I can feel his considerable package creviced into the seam of my ass, making my skin crawl. While inhaling sharply, I buck into the man straddling me across my hindquarters. My thighs flex as I gather extra energy and jerk my figure back, causing my adversary to lose his control. My fingers claw into the blanket, seizing the ground as I try to flee, slithering away from Axel's clutches. However, my captors' hands immediately envelop both of my ankles and drag me back for recapture. My body instantly flops onto its spine, and my soul carousels when I witness Axel's scarlet cheeks. Puffs of air escaping his nose cool my sweat-drenched face. "But you're also a sight to behold..." I admit, and his hands trap each of my wrists into the soil, the blanket underneath me bunched in the arc of my back, and my jaw clenches hard, while I expose him goadingly, "...particularly when you are fucking your fist to my shirt."
Axel's appearance is unwavering, and the faint hope that the green-eyed man would yield to me out of humiliation was thwarted since there is no sign of guilt in his cursory look; his focus is fueled by longing. His irises are tearing me apart, wandering along my figure and leading all gasping breaths to become stagnant in my lungs. Captured by his concentrated attention, it is hard not to notice how his rich rosewood fragrance mingles with the robust fall air; apple trees, dusty leaves, and bonfires.
"Axel?" I mumble to the man who is pressing me to the earth, striving to keep my voice balanced while he simply stares at me in prolonged silence.
"You started this..." His voice has a brassy, dissonant edge to it.
"The wrestling?" My pupils expand from his tone of voice.
"All of this…the kiss, the very lewd performance, and especially the shirt…" As he dulcetly laments, he draws in his lip, leaving me startled with my lashes blinking frantically, struggling to decipher his accusations. "…you did this to me."
Axel cautiously closes in until his mouth softly dips into mine, bestowing me with a dainty kiss that softens my bones. His boldness does not surprise me in the least. After all, he has been peering at me like I am his beloved bedtime novel the whole week. And he had been sneaking insinuating glances at me from the minute we arrived at the lake, or the instant our bodies confronted each other in the tussle. So, when his silky lips came to meet with mine, I eagerly opened my mouth to relish his sublime flavor.
The redhead's palms are cupping my face, and mine are clasped at the root of his neck. Our grasp is harsh and frantic to loosen all former tensions. With lips dragging against one other, he promptly pauses for air, and my tongue slides out to taste the point of his own slick muscle. And before I totally retreated, my appendage curves to swipe on the bridge of his teeth. My sensory receptors are tantalized by the honeyed and buttery taste, and I gasp against his upper lip in satisfaction. We are panting profusely as his attention disperses to center more on me. His frenetic orbs dart everywhere across my face, intending to memorize my stimulated appearance, which parallels his own.
"Perhaps…this isn't the smartest idea." My voice is barely audible, due to the fact that every inch of my figure and soul is clamoring for me to shut the hell up. However, it was best to address our worries for our own sake. Our hands remained in place as we employed the new distance between us to properly assess one another.
"How so?" He exhorts with a grin steamy enough to melt polar ice, prompting my toes to twitch against the delicate fabric of my socks. "Are you concerned that I won't be any good?"
"Umm..." My cognition is cluttered. I am not certain why I am foregoing the perfect occasion to finally revel in Axel physically. As my mind tries to recall its storage of worries, the redhead's neck bobs with a raucous snicker.
"Or that you wouldn't want me to stop?" Axel catechizes, his cheek crinkles with a smarmy crooked grin. The new ink twinkling ahead of me.
God, no. I'm more frightened that I will never want you to.
"Uh-uh," When I answer, my speech box sounds jammed, and I swallow noisily.
"Do you not want me to make love to you, then?"
"You wouldn't do it anyway. Not unless I asked you to."
"Are you nervous that you'd want me to?" His face sinks to mine, and our lips are only a centimeter apart, the scent of his breath and shower gel encompassing me.
"In a way..." It was my turn to taste my lips, and he drops one hand from my cheek to stroke his knuckles up the side of my jaw, along my neck, and to my shoulder.
"How precisely is that so distressing for you?" His forehead brushes against mine, his whirling orbs hunting for unstated concerns. His hand carefully peels the jacket from my arms, and my blood sprints underneath my skin.
"It's not frightening per say...that's just not something I am used to…I wouldn't even know where to begin." Upon my admittance, I cast a glance away from him. Without any regard to my words, his lips cascade against mine, brushing them with a ginger peck. Before he draws away again, the contact brief, seamless, and consoling.
"There's really no chase; we don't have to-" His hand suddenly works to redress my shoulder. However, I caught his wrist to detain his retreat. He releases the fabric, allowing me to lead his hand onto my lips so that I may kiss his palm.
"I've been thinking about you as well." His nails skim across the hair framing my cheek as I speak. "I want you, but I - not love."
"You've lost me." He retorts, and my field of vision is diverted to my toying with his hand as my brain rummages for the right words.
"I want you to fuck me like in my fantasies. But…you've never—"
"Teach me then…"
"Ahgn!" He collapses into me, his fingers sliding down my cheek to tug on my chin and drive our lips together. His ribs compress me as his waistline smolders between my spread knees, one hand clamping my wrist into the soil alongside my fanned hair.
Our kiss is restless, enhanced by his quest to uncover what my body craves and mine by years of repressed pining to have him intertwined with myself. Our tongues engulf one another, no longer leisurely coiling, simply hurried to investigate every plateau and crest of the damp chasms. His fingertips tickle my wrist while the other palm fondles my cheek and jawline, the sensations causing trillions of my follicles to sprout up. His initial kiss misled my imagination, gnawing on all my insecurities, but his mouth now ignites an entirely different thought process.
"Teach me, Rox." He utters gravelly, his lips roaming over my face, until they reach my ear to whisper, "What do you like?"
"Your - hgn - lips." I evinced fervently, my attention completely on the scorching heat his mouth was inflicting on my skin and the faint twitch of our growing erections.
"What else?" His teeth tug at my lobe, then he curls his moist tongue around it.
"…Ahn, n-neck!" My voice soars as I tilt my head to allow his attention to trail lower. His slick appendage caresses the skin from my ear to my beating jugular. All along the strong pounding artery, his lips laid sticky kisses.
"Hmn, next?" He hums on my skin, causing it to tingle.
"Ngn…touch me."
"Pick a spot." He bites at the skin, and my hips wiggle automatically against his.
"Stop teasing me, Ax." I groan.
"Where, Roxy?" He growls into the crook of my shoulder, warm air puffs from his nostrils tingling my skin, and his canines prick into the junction.
"Hgn...m-my chest!" My throat howls passionately and his fingertips stray from my jaw to graze the collar of my shirt before he presses his hand over the crest of my sternum.
"Like this?"
"No."
"How, then?" His grip rubs little circles into the contours of my bust, crinkling the shabby band tee overlaying it.
"Please, Ax." My eyes beckon with him as he gazes upon me with a cunning expression.
"Say it, Roxy." The pad of his finger softly brushes against one clothed nipple, prompting my brows to furrow and my throat to shriek. He muses, his lips nefariously curved.
"Harder, Ax. Touch…all of me…harder." My core trembles, my tone a desperate melody.
"Like that?" Another limber finger surrounds the twinning assailant, trapping the bud between two boney knuckles and intricately twiddling.
"More."
"More what?"
"More of you….hahh…I want you all over me." I demand regardless of his triumphant appearance. One hand squeezes the narrow of my waste and tickles the sliver of flesh peeking out at my waist, then slipping even lower reaching my hip prior to shackling it, forcing the apex of our legs closer. His other hand massages the muscles in my breast before drifting to my shoulder, his thumb back and forth stroking the muscle between my neck and collar. His sight is drawn to mine, and the simplicity of the interaction causes my heart to stutter. He cradles my jaw, and his fingertips ruffle the tiny hairs on the base of my skull.
"Next?" He mumbles gruffly while pulling my face nearer so that my only assumption was that his lips would crash into mine.
"My clothes…" I swing my hips hedonistically into his, forcing our rigid cocks to crush against each other and a staccato gasp of astonishment to pass his mouth.
"What about them?" With a guttural snarl, his chest rumbles.
"Remove them." Groaning, my eyes toss back into my skull.
"Here? In the center of the field?" Axel's one brow mirrors the corner of his lip, lifting some and sporting a lovely dimple beneath his new tattoo. My lashes flutter as I marvel at his sly merriment, and I nearly swore this disposition was enough to break apart the planet until I heard a jet rumbling through the sky above me, shaking the ground below.
"Yes." Hissing, I slide my hands from his neck and run them languidly along his supple chest and tensing diaphragm until they encapsulate his pelvis, drawing him closer with greater ardour. "I need you now, Axel."
Axel's hold on my thigh constricts substantially as he brings my form downward, mussing up the dew-soaked blanket beneath, so that his dick is lying on my stomach, and my legs completely enclosing him. His brutish movements rip my jacket off my shoulder, and he crouches, his eyes never leaving mine as he dives, nibbling on the intersection of my neck and collar bone. One large hand ghosts alongside my stomach, elevating my shirt over my sternum.
"Faster, Axel." I arch into him, hoping it will register as an invitation for him to remove my jeans.
The red head tuts against my skin before speaking into it, his throat rumbling so close to my face, "Patience is a virtue, Roxas."
Axel sucks at the flesh behind my jaw and abruptly yanks my pants off my hips, only to coyly wiggle them the rest of the way down, hurling them at the tree's roots. I observe as his head lowers, my hand returns to play with his unruly hair, and I am caught by the little freckle on the shell of his ear. He slurps at an exposed nipple, then twirls his tongue around it. I am jerking from the unexpected motion, Axel chuckles, and his warm breath quickly warms the frigid crimson skin. I am acutely aware of all his moves. My brain is operating tirelessly, soaking up all his interest in me. As his fingers journey back to my contracting midsection, they tickle the fine hairs on my bare thigh. He traps the appendages beneath my boxers' thin spandex. And, with the same cadence as before, he incrementally withdraws my nakedness from the remaining protective fabric, encouraging my knees to fall back to his sides before detaching the navy cloth from one ankle. The creature fashioned from the cosmos itself kneels above me. All activity comes to a halt as he surveys me. His stare veered from my eyes to my ribcage, stomach, hips, and calves. I have not noticed my raging need since I was so engrossed in his tapestry of admiration. Axel, on the other hand, certainly has, as his fixation lasts the longest on the bead of come dribbling out my cock's slit.
"Beautiful." My insides flutter as he purrs. His silken timbre harmonized with the autumnal air's delicate billows, rustling the trees and river grass around us. And with timid and painstaking motions, the contact on my thighs passes smoothly below to cup under my knees, bringing them up until my legs open wider for him. His palms knead against the thighs' muscles as they descend to my butt, rolling the meat like an expert masseuse. My jaw slightly unhinges as his machinations reach my ass, and my tongue instinctively scrolls over my teeth in readiness. He separates my cheeks and then smooshes them together, as if he were paid by the hour. Pretending that the mellow torment was not gratifying was too much for me to endure, and a moan escapes me as a result of his determination to confer delicious sensations on me. His mouth tenderly kisses the cap of my knee before I feel his hand grasping the thin flesh behind it, elevating my leg until my foot is swinging beside him.
"Stop...being so…gentle with me." I whimper, attempting to prevent any ambiguity between us. There is a burning want for him to fuck me, and this particular care feels more like a touching moment shared between lovers, albeit with extra flair. Axel remains silent. He casually maintains eye contact with me while cruelly biting at my inner calf with his sharp teeth, tugging on the skin as a method of punishment, and my unexpected cry of protest erupts. He immediately relieves the bite with a viscous kiss, then works his tongue in loops along the tempered skin. His other hand forces my other leg farther apart, before rubbing circular motions on the area beneath my sac, all the way to my awaiting hole, utilizing the same rotation of his slippery muscle.
"Hmm, it's not my fault that I gravitate toward the sensuous side." Axel is chortling, the sound a flawless symphony. Continuing to tease my entrance, he swings the pad of his finger up and down along the quivering skin, applying pressure prior to ceasing entirely. He slouches over me, his face shadowy as he surveys my shaking figure yet again. "What next, Professor?"
"Stretch me open, Axel." My palm dances between my splayed legs, my index and middle fingers pushing to pry apart the narrow entrance. Axel's eyes spark with passion as they flicker down to my hole.
"Are you certain?" He entreats; his expression portrays me as a defenseless animal.
"Are you?" I counter, since we should both be concerned with his past convictions right now, not mine. I am still not convinced he will not be upset with this. However, he does not say anything or react, instead his lithe torso sways to the left as he paws for my discarded trousers. His hands rummage in my pockets, and I squint in perplexity until he whips out a package of lubricant. "How did you—"
"Shh." He returns to me, his incisors sinking into my thigh. My jaw clenches together from the fleeting instant of fierce emphasis. Axel dribbles the contents over his fingertips as he quickly rips open the packet, and a whiff of cherries floats across our proximity. His hips creep nearer, and my tailbone meets with his rather solid length, as he bends my uplifted leg farther, placing my knee almost to my chest. My relaxed leg is curled at his side, while my ankle is resting on his heel. I am grateful for the numerous mornings I spend stretching so that I can be as flexible as possible in circumstances like these. As his irises drift sluggishly to mine, Axel's lashes flutter, and my enflamed member pulsates. My emotions are suffocating in an overgrowth of his passion for me, and something sticky shimmies about my puckered hole while I'm preoccupied with his fixation. His mouth is plastered into my shin, displaying just his eyes and those wickedly sexy tattoos. As he gently pushes one finger to its first knuckle inside me, the ink is gleaming and vivid, even mesmerizing. The snug ring strains against the entry, and his forehead furrows with the unfamiliar feeling. "You're…tight." He stammers gruffly as he wiggles the remaining length of his invader against my insides, and the penetration is followed by a twinge of blistering heat.
"Hgn, so slow…"
"Hmm, don't want to hurt you…"
'I suppose I don't want him to hurt me anymore.'
Ironic, but this and that are different kinds of pain.
His brows shift inwards, as if my thoughts were being broadcast across my face. My lips are pinched as he gradually slides over my innermost walls, extracting the digit completely, and my voice suddenly emits a moan.
"It won't hurt... just give me a little more." I groan, as my hole tweaks against the pad of his finger before delving into the warm channel again, as cautiously as he once had. "Please, Axel?"
"Isn't this how it's done, professor?"
"Ugh, I'm tenured, so don't question me...just do what I say." My sentences are hindered due to shaky vocal cords, and he bursts out chuckling. Axel pulls out with violent intent, immediately driving the long digits straight in, and I discover myself caterwauling.
"Like that?"
"Yea, like that." Sighing, my lower half rolls subconsciously with the fervent press and pull of his motions. "I want more."
"You'll need to be specific."
"Don't make me beg…" My neglected cock is undulating fervently while Axel continues his tormenting deeds. The buildup causing me to yell, "Put your dick in me!"
So many silly questions, while pretending to be oblivious. This man is driving me mad.
"Tch, vulgar…you'll need to stretch a bit more before you can fit me."
"Add more fingers, Axel!" The redhead is not as violent as I envision my partners to be, but something shallow within relishes this treatment. Despite my refusal to acknowledge it, my blood begs for something more rigorous.
"Mhm, yes sir…" He drops a loving kiss on my knee. And as he watches my gyrating hips feed the attention, he introduces another finger. "You're moving all on your own. Such a provocative teacher." He scissors the two fingers deep within, and the elastic tightness melts into the sequence. "Your insides are slick...and so tight."
"Ahgn…feels amazing!" As he ravages my moist center, his forearm torques back and forth, his monstrous erection tapping against my lower spine.
"Do you usually like it rough?" Jade eyes gleam at me, drinking in my reactions, and his cheeks are as flushed as mine. My calves spasm from the excess stretch when a third finger joins the interaction. His digits tunnel in and out with comparable severity, my walls lagging against the infiltration, the deep tissues shivering in glee. When they partially withdraw, the invaders curl partially, and a heavy moan passes my lips as they dig into my most cherished place.
"Ngnn…as your professor, I would like you to...complete a unique task for me." Heavy pants wrecked my words.
"I'd gladly welcome any task from you." He grunts, and the rippling depth of his baritone makes my body squirm.
My fingertips skim across my core muscles, stopping exactly above my protruding shaft. "Aim them here...inside me." I wait, and his interest falls to my stomach as he mulls over my hand and my phrases, "...massage me on the inside, Ax."
His tongue skims from one corner of his lower lip to the other before rotating upwards to stroke the upper teeth's edges. I was ecstatic to be able to divulge something that had previously seemed so illicit with my ex-best buddy. Axel sluggishly introduces his slippery fingers again, this time probing along the upper lining, and as he reaches my prostate, my rattling thighs urgently strive to lock. My shrillness is erupting through the layer of orange and yellow leaves above us, blotting out the acoustics of children playing in the distance, their presence entirely forgotten as I pursue the high that is my babysitter's contribution to physical minutiae.
"Here?" His eyes are bright with wonder, and his smirk is beguiling. His pride is displayed like a trophy, and I cannot prevent a snicker from passing my lips.
"Yes...hgn...good boy." He immediately rubs minuet patterns across the shapely nerves as my tone swoons. He alters his tactics and rhythm, and my entire figure cowers. My cock bounces compulsively as I whine and writhe about, and the tips of his fingers crook, racing back and forth on the swells. My leaking hole clings to his penetration, pushing and straining against his motions, and his brow furrows, his predatory eyes engulfing all of me. "Oh my God. Don't do that...or I'll—"
"Don't do what exactly?" His fingers have totally withdrawn, only to lance themselves within as he proceeds to finger fuck me. Each time, he pinpoints the knot of euphoric fibers with utmost precision. "It appears that you enjoy what I am doing to you."
"I am so clo—" My eyes constrict reflexively, riding out the pure elation Axel is carving into my core, a boiling pinnacle of completion creeping closer. My cock trembles profusely from his desirable demeanor, and a dribble of appreciation spills forth to the divinities. "Fuck!" I am sobbing endlessly, expecting him to breach my lewd hole again, but instead I am left feeling barren and unfulfilled.
Lids cracking slightly, I am lucky to have opened my eyes, as I peek at my caretaker. Axel is stripping his clothes, hastily shedding his jacket and then proceeding to loosen his belt. The air is cool, but our mutual ambition sears us both, igniting our bodies and shrouding us in a thin coating of perspiration. As he lifts his black thermal top, his arms soar over his head, the slopes of his limbed muscles rippling exquisitely. His pectorals are tinted the same scarlet as his cheeks, and the view numbs my throat. His pants hang slack along the angles of his honed hips, the front flap entirely undone, forming a portal for me to dwell on his elongated cock, hampered by burgundy underwear. His navel is decorated with scarlet hairs that crown the throbbing tip of his dick; the cloth tarnished with his aspiration.
"How's my grade coming along, teacher?" He sifts through his pockets and brings out a condom. I ponder questioning why he possessed such a item, but my consciousness is lured back to the patient man, who had been monitoring me intently for a week and a half. While granting his question a little more contemplation, I'm even more impressed by Axel's ability to locate all the portions of my anatomy that make me feel marvelously electrified.
"Superb thus far." I croon, rotating my hips and manipulating my opening to further tempt the breath-taking male. His vision is captivated by my enticing actions before opting to center on the condom.
Axel has never been sloppy, even while committing his labors to memory. He has always flourished in everything he has undertaken, including school, hygiene, fashion, fitness, games, sports, and wrestling. We had both developed a fascination with soccer in primary school and lobbied to join the local squad. Axel, as usual, was affluent right away and merely got better as we advanced through junior high. Axel was quick to pick up on every directive my mother gave whenever she taught me a recipe. Yesterday evening, Axel recreated one of my mother's childhood dinners as though she were there coaching him in his modest toddler shorts and polo.
"I've always been a quick study." He confirms and reinforces my views. As he sweeps his palms over my thighs, gripping the folds of my ass, his nimble fingers wrap his luscious arousal in thin rubber. "Anything else, little hellion?"
"Make an educated guess, teacher's pet." I sneer impatiently, and his cheeks perk up from the moniker, almost as if we were engrossed in roleplay. Axel asks more questions than any other man I have ever entangled with. I was yearning and bewildered since I had never had the opportunity to get down and dirty with a straight man. My mind is racing with non-sex-related inquiries, and my body is ready to flee if he so much as flinches the minute he advances inside me.
"My guess is that we probably shouldn't have gotten this far." My assumption was that he would be appalled by me, yet he merely stares at me with coveting resolve. My velvety ring caresses over the redhead's appealing organ, undulating my hips. The green-eyed Adonis adjusts his hips considerably, leading my legs to fall back and my knees to adhere to my collar bones. My sight follows Axel's cock along the curve of my ass and the breadth of my glistening cock. My gut churns as his swollen head grazes past my belly button. The pack of lube was all spent, and a twinge of panic flitted over my skin like wildfire. The anxiety, on the other hand, fades shortly. If Axel has revealed anything, it is that he is very cautious and reluctant to harm me. The trodden and tortured ring of muscle spews oil and with my tunnel similarly saturated. I beheld him bathing his member with the viscous fluids seeping from my asshole, meticulously coating the whole column of the redhead's hefty package. "But I cannot stop myself…from, hahh…having you."
Axel prods at my entrance tentatively, assessing the accommodating warmth. As he observes his cockhead delicately spiral around the scorching flesh, his thumb pulls at my silky rim. We are both piqued by the novelty of one another. We are studying each other intently, the moment taunting, cherishing in the revitalizing awareness of our bodies, before unrestrained desire takes full dominion of us both. Collective thoughts are chomping at the bit to be liberated from their metaphorical bonds. Axel continues to tease instead of entering, brushing merely his head on my willing ring, our breaths bated with suspense. Axel has the upper hand as he samples his internal waters, while my limbs are sinewy and lacking initiative. Part of me wonders whether he is considering the magnitude of what he is about to do to me. However, his body language indicates that he is more engaged with my visage and his yearning to embed himself within it. I pout and gyrate my hips into the subtle sensation after another butterfly-soft poke.
"Ngnn...Rox…stay still." He winces, and the pad of his thumb hooks onto the lip of my opening, the rest of his fingers pushing into my pelvis, thwarting any attempts to settle onto him. It appeared that he was asking me not to rush, which was unique because no one had ever taken this long to warm up to intercourse. Axel shifts his hips forward softly, still dipping his toes into this play, but I whimper as I welcome him with the incremental expansion of my ring. Our skin is ablaze, and the air around us is meaningless as our breath increases rapidly. My vision is bleary from his lethargic descent into my malleable tunnels. He gracefully buries his cock into my pliable tissues, and my neurons ignite with the need to be pounded into by him. "Hahh...tight." As he finally sheaths himself, the redhead moans, his voice weighted with hunger. His features are contorted with carnality and want. "Incredible...I never expected you to be so...addicting."
"That feels nice right?" I wonder whether my illness will inadvertently consume him as well.
"Hmn." Moisture trickles from his brow to the faint blush on his cheek as his lashes close.
"Now get moving." In expectancy, my insides contract against his lethal weapon, mewling.
"Manners, Roxas." He groans as his cock leaps, touching a sensitive region deeper within me.
"Move, please," I grumble, gnashing my teeth with pettiness.
"Aren't we desperate, hmm?"
"No…at my wits end, asshole."
"Ahhh, why am I so delighted to learn that I am the object of such desperation?" Green eyes devour my svelte figure as their lids slowly peel open, and the contact makes me feel weightless. His brow furrows and dimples emerge as his teeth glimmer at me with amusement. Axel accomplishes tasks with elegance and finesse, which has been a blessing since infancy. For once, I figured I would have the advantage, that I would win at sex if nothing else. I was naïve, and the redhead's ability to make me want to blow with just one push inside me or a single glance disproved the notion that he was inexperienced with sex. "Mmm…dare I say this now but…you curse an awful lot."
"Axel..." My keeper exhales sharply as I roll my hips in agitation. Finally, his engorged staff pulls away, and my toes curl from the tug on my inner walls, latching to him. As he dips his cock into me again, carefully sculpting the orifice to his massive thickness, his hips anchor into the supple bulbs of my ass. We bounce in a seamless duet with lackadaisical movement. My lower lip quivers, and my attention follows his splendid physique idly. My shirt is pooling along my neck, and his pants are skirting at the calves. The condition of tiny undress excites me to the marrow. In rapture, he leans back and hisses to the treetops.
"Roxy, you have such a...potty mouth. Apart from condoms, I believe I should...hgn...carry soap as well." He assesses, and it is ridiculous that I find myself equally drawn to his approach of joking when amid something so ardent, unlike anybody else I have been with, and my throat instinctively produces a ragged chuckle before he finishes his sentence, "To wash your dirty mouth out with."
"I'd rather…you come in my mouth instead."
"Fuck." Axel curses unexpectedly and without his notice. And as Axel's rope of unending patience volleys undone, the hesitant strokes of his length become formidable, and his hips retreat hastily just to snap back to unite with mine. The redhead does not bother to react; instead, his girthy cock repeatedly parts my slippery canal. When the combination of agony and pleasure overwhelms me, my neck twists against the earth below.
Finally.
The redhead is still retraining himself, his cadence set to slowly withdrawing altogether and then forcefully impaling my smooth bowels till he is buried deep with a shudder. He repeats the bewitching motions till my entire form is inebriated with exhilaration. My attention is diverted to his fingers brushing over a slight scar on my leg, and his hands clutching my thighs tightly. As he seductively flexes his waist to withdraw out, then lunges into my body, our limbs are loose and interweaving together. Axel is captivated by his efforts, fixating on my lurid hole and pumping his cock. Raising my head, my vision snags on the vein on his hip pulsating, imprisoned behind pristine and alabaster skin that stands in stark contrast with my honey-glow complexion. I mewl lewdly from the sight of his chest rising and falling abruptly with lukewarm inhalations, his face distorted with unbridled lust. His orbs, adorned in fields of liquid green, connect with mine, his lip is hooked under his sharp canines, and his eyelids flutter as he witnesses my uninhibited observation of him.
"Uhn…so fucking - aghn - big!" I appraise him, one arm slithering under my thighs, rubbing over the ridges of his flinching abs. My waist is rising as he looms higher over me, ascending off his heels and now supporting his weight on his knees. My own, bone on bone, colliding with my shoulders. "Hahh…ah, you're good."
"Mmn, as are you." The vehemence that his calloused fingers are now imprinting on my sleek thighs will undoubtedly result in bruises. My voice is stifled, even though I want to get the final word. Axel's cock has plunged even further within me due to the minor change in our posture. With so much venom, his swiftness and savagery hit an all-time peak, and I immediately started moaning wildly. He clutches the rear of my knees with one huge hand and swings my legs to the side, his dick ramming insatiably along my insides. His verdant green eyes are opaque with lust, and he growls, "You're body…it's - ngnn - seductive."
"More…I-I need more, Axel!"
"Eager little creature." His pupils were reduced, no longer linked to my sinful lips, but riveted to something beneath. I discover his fascination by tracking his view and am morbidly gratified by the vision of his cock bulging the skin of my abdomen. His palm swiftly presses softly into the moving protrusion on which he has his concentration.
My torso twists, my hands gripping the plush cotton blanket that ruffles the fallen crispy leaves that encircle it. My entirety is weakened and frail. Axel's effect on me is that of molten lava, malleable and scalding. The chiseled man ruts into me with such recklessness that my legs wobble, my lint-covered socks hiding the curling of my toes. Axel's guttural moans, silken sighs, and sultry hums encapsulate the composition of our slapping flesh.
With a sudden urge to kiss, my palms rush to Axel's face, grabbing his cheeks and drawing him down. In the haste, my fingertips brush Axel's feathery lashes. Our lips merge, and my mouth eats up the towering man's taste once again. My brain is delirious from his aroma and brutal plunges inward. Axel's tongue fucks into my mouth in sync with his pelvis. The huge cock draws out of me just as the wet muscle laps thirstily at my lips and teeth. Axel's tongue snakes around mine and slithers all over to tickle the palate of my salivating mouth as he pumps into my lining again.
"So deep…ah-hahhn - you're so deep, Axel!" Axel's sheer desire and aptitude to marry elegance with unadulterated depravity is leading my senses to give up all control. My lips are streaming with spit, and my eyes are rolling into the recesses of my skull. His powerful palm presses against the taut skin of my inflated abdomen, his cock aiming along the upper walls, kneading the swollen cluster of nerves that spurs my system, before descending to plumb the abyss of my essence. My interiors are convulsing, whirling, and my head is sinking to the ground as Axel's forehead nestles against my jaw, brief puffs of air caressing my neck as he sprinkles the area with moist open kisses. He keeps ravaging my hole, humping his potent biological prodigy with animalistic zeal. "Yes…do me just like t-that…so good…please, Axel! Y-you feel so fucking good - ahhn!"
"Hmm, insatiable." He growls into my throat, softly nibbling the flesh, one hand brutishly roving around the folds of my contours. Axel is determined to kiss and touch every part of my framework that is seldom worshiped—my neck, shoulder blades, sides, and the base of my spine. This experience told me that Axel likes to methodically build tensions high. He relishes watching his lover squirm and cry for more of him. Axel adores kissing and touching every square inch of one's skin. He prefers posing questions in order to please his partner indefinitely. Axel's sex is attentive, and I feel like erupting into him. Throughout his affections for my body, I never felt the desire to fist my cock. His aggressions were enough, and I am a bawling mess, and my voice is scratchy as I verbally praise his abilities over and over through nonsensical words. "How cute…you're crying." He purrs through my moaning cries and my inflamed member spasms frantically, oozing copious amounts of slick secretions onto Axel's hand. The sight has me approaching climax, my navel drenched as I watch him fuck me stupid.
"It's so big...ngh, so deep…don't stop - aghn - that place…yesss!"
I don't want this to ever end…
"Ngn…I know what you need..." He slings my legs over his shoulders, one hand stabilizing my hips, the other delicately looping around my throat, his thumb dragging at my lower lip, and he murmurs gruffly. "...ahh, Hey Roxy, I have your medicine."
"Oh G—" I whimper. Axel's pupils are blown open, his green irises glossy with need, and he kisses me with the same tenacity as before, drowning out my grieving to the Lord. He unloads into my body with ruthlessness. My earlier beliefs about the man's inability to screw my energy clean out of my body due to rawness were stolen away from me as his cock ventured deeper into my filthy canals. It was a lie I told myself to keep my ambitions from blossoming. All preconceptions that he would not make me spontaneously combust into wonder dust since he was straight crumbles. He is a sexual deviant. He is nothing close to being the chore I anticipated. Riku has been outdone in his voracious capacity to fuck tirelessly and brutally. Axel's expertise relentlessly nullifies any assumption with each pump into my core. My gut knots in advance of the forthcoming outburst from Axel's pummeling on my prostate, and my legs tremor violently. We were both pursuing the adrenaline of one another's embrace. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" My hole is convulsing, his marauding technique of delicious fucking has battered my insides, and I am on the verge of spewing hot rivets of release, "...ahgn...com - ohhh - coming!"
"Mmn, that's it…come for me." His guttural timbre topples through the gates of my consciousness, liberating me from my pent-up ire. My shimmering nectar lands in thick ropes along our abdomen. My muscles tighten, and my walls continue to suck him off. His dick flinches against the cling of my soaked inner tissues. "Oh my - ngnn, your insides - they're sucking on me so…tight. Quivering…every time I - I'm com—" His convulsions and the mix of elated emotions in his eyes make me feel as though I have been awaiting this moment my entire life. My tongue juts out impurely to taste the bead of perspiration from his neck. As Axel's strokes grow erratic and choppy with each syllable, the flavor becomes rich and saline. "Incredible…"
"Imagine how you'd feel if you hadn't used the rubber." I say, coyly beaming through trembling lips.
"Hmm. That would be a mess, Rox." He breaks away from my figure, and I wince at the effort. He swiftly removes the wrapping, and I notice the small bloating at the latex tip. The notion of him glazing my insides makes the caverns in my cheeks fill with saliva. He retrieves our belongings, and we dress quietly while still admiring each other. We continue to communicate despite the hush in the air.
"I'm cold, and I cannot move yet." I say sheepishly.
I, like the attractive man beside me, am completely clothed, yet shivering. Axel removes the chill by securely hugging my body from behind. The approach reminds me of a post-coital snuggle, and it makes me uncomfortable. Axel, on the other hand, does not pull back. As my eyes close, he lets me casually lean onto his shoulder. My legs are still tingling from the intense exercise I just did with the redhead. And a part of me relaxes into the intimate embrace, oddly reveling in our closeness.
"I'll say it again, Rox: I want you to be secure. So, if you want me to be a shoulder...no, a rock for you to lean on, I'm here. If having sex with me helps alleviate you, please know that I am available." His husky voice resonates against my eardrum.
His words were reassuring, at least on the outside. And my thoughts remind me that this sort of activity from Axel was surely significant. So, I thanked him with a humble nod. But there was a hidden rage inside me that was attaching to his sentiments. My inner self felt compelled to rebel against his claims. Yearning for more than simple understanding from his behalf. As I melt into Axel's simmering grasp, Diz's words ring loud through my mind.
'This gentleman, Roxas, does not identify as gay. And it appears that your subconscious is seeking something more substantial from him. Aside from your contradictory sentiments for him, his sexual preference will further complicate your relationship with him. In the meanwhile, it is best if you avoid his solicitations.'
AN: "CAN I GET AN 'AHHHNN YEEEEAAA!'"
This chapter really put me behind in this work. This story was meant to be kinky and weird...but I was determined to make their first time tame. And the words wouldn't come to me. I wanted to blend Roxas's seductiveness with Axel's romantic tendencies so my fingers kept stuttering on the keyboard. I kept fixing dialogue and taking some away, only to add even more. In the end I still have so much being said between the characters. Anyways~ I hope ya'll enjoyed! I am a third of a way through this story. Thanks for strongly holding on ya'll. :)
~Sticky D (ayyy)
PS: I upload on AO3 as well, under the same name. So sometimes I catch mistakes after uploading and its much easier to navigate quick fixes on that site. So things may seem easier to read if ya'll are interested.