Underneath the ground at night, Sora's basement. He'd convinced his parents to let him turn it into a bedroom. "We can't knock out that wall in the middle, though," his father had said. That was fine with Sora. The other side of that wall was the private half of his bedroom; his and his alone. His own secret area, where he could do whatever he wanted, with whomever he wanted.
He and Roxas, wrapped in percale sheets: light giggles and eyelashes tickling his skin. Candy whips and handcuffs– bondage sex; nothing short of top-of-the-line entertainment for them. Soft rustles of fabric; the smell of their orange liqueur and pineapple, vodka-citrus-something-or-other mixes, strong and sweet; coarsely chapped lips grating silken skin– but gentle.
Unable to move, Roxas would simply say when he needed something, and Sora would assist him, helping him shift his weight or holding to his mouth a bottle; dull amber or misty swirls of several colors trickling down his throat, and if some spilled onto his chin from the awkward positioning, Sora would simply lick it off for him.
They would carry on quietly that way: hours sometimes, others for only a few moments before an intoxicated drowsiness overtook them. After they would lay in as comfortable a situation as they could manage, Roxas still tied to the bedpost. Easy breathing, tender-whispered words: smooth and temperate to evenly break the near-silence. Comfort and protection within their dusky and gentle world of vodka-mix lullabies and harsh intakes of breath, heedless and passionate, muted by lips on lips.
And always it would come time for Sora to remove the cuffs or to yank at the hastily tied knots of a silk scarf, letting his lover go to slide out from the covers and struggle into tossed-aside clothes. Under a twilight sky he would venture home alone, where he would slip in through a backdoor, past his parents' bedroom with them inside, gentle snoring and the quiet murmurings of a dreamer. Into his room where he lays alone, and Sora in his bed, now cold and indifferent without Roxas, until the next night when they can surrender again to the velvet-capricious world of candy whips and handcuffs.