AN: I sacrificed Roxas to Riku in exchange for further smut practice. But this will be the final time I write them together in this series. Underage drinking, rimming and mild choking occur. Is this not your cup of tea? Go forward to the end.
~StickyDough
Chapter 5:
It is a calm Tuesday, and I have managed to dodge Axel for the previous two weeks. The redhead has established himself at home in our residence, just the same as he did when we were children. Every afternoon when I go home, he is merely living in the same space with me, obliged to examine my every move as if I were about to erupt or be spirited away in an instant. We maneuvered carefully around one another. From afar, our avoidance appears to be a delicate dance, but in reality, we cannot take looking at one other without us both aiming for each other's necks. That is my perspective and I'm not sure about his.
Three years ago, I was able to interpret his intentions, but now when I return home each day, I can only rely on his nonverbal cues to tell how he is feeling. He reads, eats, or watches TV on the lounger. On occasion, I have come downstairs and found him in the midst of self-learning. He always appears so studious with his binders strewn across the seat cushions, a notebook across his lap, crouched over the wooden table, marking his books. His wildly edged hair is normally pulled back in a low ponytail, but he has such rebellious tresses that always slip free in the front, delicately stroking his angular features. And then, as I have done every day for the past two weeks, I will leave as promptly as I invaded his domain. My parents arrive in the carport one after the other at 11:30 at night, easing me of the acute stressor.
I must confess that his presence has benefited me in returning to my studies. But only for a limited period of time. Because most days, when it is near to my parents' arrival time, I pretend to be drowsy, portraying the embittered dozing angel, and crawl out my window. I praise myself each time I deceive Axel, and with my parents clinging to his every syllable, I am never detected when I creep back through my window at the glimmer of daybreak.
The redhead is as vigilant as he said he would be and will peer into my room after a single quiet rap to my door, confirming I am also keeping my end of the agreement. He vanishes as suddenly as he appears, just as I do whenever I leave this calm atmosphere I have constructed. On the next visit, I direct it to be the finale with my lights turned out, and all Axel sees is my ostensibly sleeping frame. Then it is pure bliss for me all night long.
I figured tonight was no exception. I neared the yard with shaky legs. I expect my limbs to have acclimated after years of walking to my destinations. The evening sprinkler system has left the lawn saturated and the worn blades cling to the fibers of my shoes. I hesitate at my front door, irritated that Axel's tutoring has panned out to be a living fucking nightmare rather than some sick dream. I backtrack to the mailbox by the roadside to purchase myself some sanity. I exhaled and shut my eyes, clutching the envelopes. I ease myself calm with controlled breathing and mindlessly attempt to still my racing thoughts. Surrendering, I retrace my route through the yard, heading for the front door, feeling slightly more at peace this round.
As on previous days, I enter the building and immediately see the chaotic layers of shoulder length hair. This time, the redhead is reclining on the sofa, his laptop perched atop his folded knee. The gadget was directly aimed into his face by the lengthy limb, the specular reflection brilliant blue in his chartreuse eyes. His attention swings to my position, and then his gaze meets my own as I deposit the mail on the cabinet hugging an adjacent wall. I do not bother taking off my backpack since I know I will be studying in a moment. His head dips in a minor salutation, then swiftly resumes his attention to the screen across from him.
A groan escapes my vocal cords and I take off my filthy shoes and set them beside Axel's. His shoes are significantly larger than mine. It is tough to fathom we used to wear the same size. My imagination momentarily strayed to the very apparent infantile inference that this truth brought to me. But I shrug it off quickly. We dwell in imposed solitude, and I abandon the downstairs to proceed above and repeat the tedium of the preceding two weeks. I caught a short glimpse of him from above and noted him messaging rapidly on his cell. His fingers were also lengthy. And, once again, I swiftly reject the invading ideas conveyed by the fact.
Tutor my ass.
He has not once offered to help me in my academics and only checks in on me every couple of hours, like he has done so far this evening. I am currently soaking in the pleasant comfort of my mattress, projecting daydreams at the ceiling. On the floor below, subtle tunes are idly musing from my smartphone. I threw it there after a particularly unpleasant calculus problem. I debated seeking Axel for assistance and fortunately, I did not. I do not want to see the present dynamic shift. Consequently, any encounter with him can only culminate in one direction. I would torment him more, like I always do, and we would bicker some more. I would rather not argue. It was taxing enough to sneak out, go to class, and dodge Axel.
As of this afternoon, I have attended therapy twice now. From my viewpoint, I have not divulged enough since everyone in this town is unreliable. Mr. Ansem, on the other hand, is not from around here. He is ruggedly appealing, comparable to Luxord, albeit less primped up. He had taken the job as a therapist here, expecting to monopolize the field. The nearest office was in a neighboring city. This knowledge impressed me, but it did not help me trust the man, given that he now had an open door to converse with anybody in my community. He has not probed me with intrusive questions other than standard niceties and swears upon his wisdoms. It was a vague comfort that dwelled in the circumstance I was in.
Another soft sound echoes throughout the room. Assuming it was Axel, I turned over into my bed, my backside to the door. I hear the noise again, which confuses me. Axel has no concept of privacy. He knocks and enters whether or not I react. The persistent 'clanking' jerks me out of my present cozy position, and I turn to face the door, my ears attuned to the offender coming from the opposite end of the room. The glass on my window rattles as a sharp pebble chimes over it, and I leap onto the sill. I squint through the panel as I bend over the edge of my desk. The moon shines down over long silvery hair. I fling open the window.
"What are you doing, dummy?" I release a raspy whisper into the night air.
"Hey, goldilocks! Let me in!" His hands cup around his face, and he slightly stumbles back.
Great. He's drunk.
I do not have time to be envious of his existing lack of sobriety, so I gesture him over and shush him before he brings the fun-police racing through my personal escape zone, "Climb up, but keep quiet, please. We're not alone."
He ambles over to the years of foliage-covered trellis, climbs over the garage wall to the roof next to mine. I keep an ear out for any disturbance from the level beneath me. I go to my door, crack it open, and listen to the tell-tale indicators of a completely tamed Axel. His favorite program as a youngster had become his safety show, and I frequently ventured down the stairs to discover him contentedly laying across the loveseat, phone in hand, eyes locked to the screen. I decide it is safe for our meeting and return to the other aperture. When I am certain Riku can see me, I put my right index finger to my mouth to signal him to be hushed. He kneels on the parapet in front of me, grips my jaw, and advances my lips. His breath is tinged with drink. I push him back, and he braces his heels to keep posture.
"Are you drunk?" I question him softly.
"Hmm…more like buzzed. The crew held a little gathering for drinks. I decided to ditch it and walk over here. I was craving something a little more potent than booze." His sea green lenses wander gradually along my face, searching for explanations for my sudden halt to what was sure to be a delightful treat.
"Uh-huh, am I to presume that I'm potent?" I sever the eye contact and study my bedroom door.
"No, but sex with you always leaves me so damn delirious." The harshness of his fingertips tugs on my chin, directing my focus back to him. His head cocks to the left to get a proper inspection of me. His gaze was drawn to mine, as if he questioned whether I fully understood what he was conveying. His lush lips open to speak again, but I cover it with my palm to keep him from making any more noise, not until I was certain it was safe to do so.
"Shh, I get the gist," I take a step back, extending my hands to tell him to keep still, "Now, stay on the roof for a moment. And do not fall, or there will be zero delirium in your near future. " His lashes flicker, and he inspects me, puzzled, until he finally shrugs. My legs shake with excitement as I watch his long strands of hair slip forward from around his shoulder, in front of his massive torso. I sidle out of the room as I monitor him get situated on the overhang.
I never explored seeking an acting profession, though it was a prospect, since life was really testing me to the measure while Axel was around. The redhead pauses and looks from the television to observe me move down the steps. I try to do it carelessly so as not to tip him to my deceitful motives. As I approach, I run my fingers over the railing and place my focus on the kitchen ahead of me. The house was dreary since there was miniscule lighting aside from the family room. As Axel laid across the couch, his limp forearm rested on the apex of his upper leg, and the sofa lamp shed a nice warm glow. He was lying on his side, his head resting on a small pillow, one arm curled against his waist, and one leg raised towards the roof, braced by his heel on the cushion. It reminded me of a frog. His lengthy legs were open and bent, connecting at his ankles dressed in charcoal and black striped socks. He was leaving little room, had I been down here to join him. When I walked into the kitchen, he was chewing gum and I heard a bubble burst. As he scans for another channel, I watch his hand bounce effortlessly on the wrist dangling on his knee. While I fill my glass with juice and take a massive swig, my hand trembles and I clear my throat.
With as much confidence as I can muster, I pivot away from the room, departing the kitchen, and the remainder of the handsome home intruder's languid physique comes into view. His other arm scratched at the slip of his abdomen beneath his black t-shirt, and the dim illumination in the room accentuated every ridge and bulge noticeable on his body. My stare wanders down his torso, to his calves shielded in distressed dark denim and back up to his creamy nude forearms. For an entirely different purpose, I clear my throat once more. Axel's attractiveness is weighing on me, it is a shame we loathe one another.
"I'm tired from studying." I state casually, disrupting the comfortable silence we grew accustomed to. Jade orbs collide with mine and examine me for a time. We have not talked to each other unless absolutely essential, and right now it is absolutely essential to keep him from breaking in and spoiling my pleasure. For a brief period, I consider pushing Riku off my roof, but realize I'm being overly neurotic and dismiss the idea. "I'm going to bed."
His dark brows crease as he nibbles on his bottom lip. He acknowledges my declaration with a flick of a wrist, his sharp canine still visible between his lips, and the familiar sensation of fire slices itself over my flesh. I turn away from him and instantly begin climbing the stairs. Back inside my room I rush to shut my door and rummage the mattress for deposited jackets. I slip on one of the grey pullovers I located, reveling in the cloud of comfort it bathes me in.
Studying while surreptitiously slipping out and having a good time kept my folks at bay and may have reduced my sentence. At least, that was my hope within the first week. I prayed to the divine being that this would calm my parents' fears and make Axel an unwelcome companion, but they have yet to agree with this idea.
Outside my window, I rejoin one of my incredibly attractive lovers on the roof. A puff of smoke is billowing away, obscuring the brilliant starry night. His arm sleeved in thick black fabric extends to his left side in greeting. His fingers are pinching a joint as offering, a cherry ember blazing with each fall breeze. I kiss the tip of his ear in gratitude and sink into the roof top to the left of him.
"You won't believe it, but when I said I had company, I really meant Axel." I say to him breathily while exhaling my first drag.
"What—why?" His shoulders stiffen, and I have to stop myself from chuckling at how readily the information disturbed him. "I should probably go—"
"It's totally cool! He's just here for my parents' sake. As you know, I haven't been doing too well in school, they thought he could help." It feels nice to explain this to him. At the time, Xion was the only one who knew, and to be honest, I am ashamed about my situation. It is not every day that you come across a seventeen-year-old guy who has a babysitter. "What they fail to realize is that Axel has no control over me. And he steers clear of me completely. So, relax and untwist your panties." I briefly massage his shoulder and then run my fingers over his bicep, squeezing it firmly to discourage him from fleeing for the garage, abandoning me for another night alone in my imprisonment with the world's sexiest and most judicious warden.
We spent time under the night sky chatting about minor matters, his long hair drifting in the wind. I tell him that my parents sent me to therapy and Riku attempts to persuade me to reveal more to the therapist, claiming that if his parents believed in counseling, he would ask for assistance as well.
I watch his wrist twist as his broad thumb and pointer finger extinguish the ember on the slate in front of me. His maroon joggers are clinging to his chiseled thighs. He strokes his hair and looks up at the shining object in the sky. The beams illuminate his hair and aquamarine eyes. My Adam's apple bobs and my skin prickles as the oxygen freezes at the back of my throat. My blood is surging through my veins, burning me from within. My spine quivers and my knees become hot from getting worked up.
"Riku." I moisten my lips and swallow to replenish the saliva in my parched mouth. He redirects his focus from the lunar surface to my wide azure orbs. I know he likes my eyes the most because they resemble his unrequited love, Sora. I put this knowledge to use whenever needed. "I want you."
"Even if I'm a sloppy drunk?" He chuckles and raises his arm, his fingertips touching my cheek. He draws me into himself. Our lips meet as I burrow into his side. He tastes like the juice I suggested when I came back from reconnaissance, and I prefer that to the booze that was lingering beneath it. I drape my arms over his shoulders, one hand in his silky locks, the other clutching the sweat jacket that was sheltering his wide shoulder blades. I ebb his lower lip between my teeth, hoping he would realize how hungry I am for him. He growls, and the sound resonates all the way to his sternum.
"Especially considering your sloppy drunkenness. It's cute." I creep up to him and nestle onto his lap. I snicker as I grasp him, and he admires me fully with his gaze as well as his hands. He keeps a vigilant eye on everything he touches. One arm encircles my waist and gropes my dressed butt cheek. The other fiercely rubs against my toned front. He clutches and strokes hard at intervals from my collar to my groin, teasing all of me while he evaluates his effects. My dick twitches in my trousers, and I push my ass against his impatient hand. "Kiss me." I insist and both his hands still.
"Where?" He smirks and traces the pad of his thumb from the tip of my chin to the damp skin of my lower lip. It sneaks in and traces the ridges of my bottom teeth before burrowing beneath my tongue and continuing to investigate the muscle. The mere entrance and cotton tongue nearly strangled me. His thumb retracts and is drawn to his own mouth, where he licks it suggestively. I gasp loudly, and he chuckles, mocking me.
"Everywhere." I brush my tongue along the corner of my lips to the mirroring edge. His light eyebrows arch in astonishment. "The thought alone gets me off, Riku."
"Fuck." He groans and massages my ass violently as his free hand pulls my hair, revealing my throat. He licks my jaw down to my jugular before biting into it fiercely. I gasp as he pulls my skin with his teeth, I press my pelvis into his abdomen in response to the searing hot pain he accosted me with. His hold on my ass intensifies, tugging me apart. As he licks a line up to the stem of my ear, I quake. "You have a devilish imagination." His voice is low and guttural as he whispers.
"Don't pretend like you don't love it."
"Allow me to demonstrate how much I do." His turquoise pools meet mine, and his palm moves from my ass to the front of my baby-blue sweats. He reaches deep inside and pulls my firm cock out with violent force. It leaks into his hand as he tugs harshly on the hair at the base of my skull, and I let out a careless cry. As I feel his lips return to my pulsating neck, I gaze towards the cloudless sky. I have a strong urge for him to fuck me here under the stars. Then his coarse hand starts pumping me rapidly. Every time, he turns enticing taunting into brutal sexual promises. Releasing my hair, his fingers sweep across my chest. He quickly removes my quivering dick from his calloused grip and brings me onto my knees. I balance in front of him on unsteady legs as he lifts my hoodie and gingerly nips at the fevered expanse of my body in intervals. I look down at him, and his touch returns to the column of my neck, tickling the delicate hairs there. I guide his hand back to my needy cock and he obliges happily by massaging the plump tip. His lips brush ghostly patterns around my right nipple, and his grip below proceeds from a gradual pump to a full twist around my fevered member. I feel my hips buck forward as he strengthens his grip.
"Hah, not enough…hng." I breathe to the stars.
"Oh-ho, it never is, is it? Having fun fucking my hand, babe?"
"Ah, more…I need more of you." I plead to the sky above and quake as he bites down hard on the nipple he has been transfixed on.
"Mmm, should we move our activities indoors then?" He licks the mistreated fleshy pearl and teasingly blows on it. I push into his palm once again, expressing my need for more than just foreplay. Riku takes his hand entirely from my dick as the hold at my neck softens and slides down my back, circling my hips, both palms resting on the firm V of my hips. With my head free, I glance down into his swarming pools of aqua, which are filled with immense yearning for me. He tightens his hold and grinds into my crease of my rear. I am feeling vulnerable with my body exposed to the man on the moon, but before I can think about it anymore, he claims a kiss with his own. Our lips lock in feverish longing for each other, enthralled by the sensation of each other's mouths. His thumbs brush my sensitive skin in sluggish circles, causing it to tingle. His grinding continues till I am utterly restless, and I reach for my windowsill.
Redressing some, we shoddily cross the threshold, striving to be as quiet as possible while ensuring we do not miss a single instant of connection. He keeps nibbling my mouth and collar, only for my grasp on his cheekbones to compel his mouth back to mine hurriedly.
"In a rush, Roxas?" While we gather our breath, his grin pulls crooked, his prior offending teeth barely visible. We are pressed against the windowsill, half in and out. The room is pitch black, and I have a faint recollection of something significant, that is, until Riku ruts our damp clothed pricks together. The lumbered edge under me is pressed into my back, yet his pelvis unleashes an unwavering need that drowns away all distractions. I yank him forward. My head is floating into the chamber, and he leans forth to resume our earlier meddling, nestling my dangling neck into his grasp. Our lips re-lock, and the wetness and breaths from out lewd connection ricochets through the walls of my bedroom. I let out a meek moan before hearing a caustic scraping sound. I jerk my head to the right and notice my desk lamp on the verge of collapsing due to Riku's hand anchoring himself beside it. To prevent the loud noise that could ensue, my arm swings out from behind him and clutches the bottom of the decorum.
"Sorry." He mumbles into the side of my mouth and laughs breathlessly against my cheek, his lips traveling back to my jaw. He suckles lightly as an apology and also to alleviate the anxieties caused by his prior conduct. I join him in grinning idiotically and the tone changes to something more carefree. I strike him in the back of the head to get him to quit tickling my ribs. We laugh for a while before deciding to tear ourselves apart so that we may gingerly continue through the window.
I ease over my desk through ages of honed practice. And when Riku joins, I stretch out my hand to guide him across the space appropriately. He follows me on the floor in front of the desktop, and I shift myself towards him and the sky behind. My arm rushes out to yank one of my throw blankets from the bedding to our right. We look one another down, and I get the confidence to strip first, Riku follows my actions shortly after.
"I'm in a rush, remember?" In the moonlight, I glimpse his well-defined silhouette and dazzling hair as I lie underneath him, lifting a brow at him. The strands gleam white in this angle, one with the moon entirely, and all I desire is to see him fully. "Hey, turn the lamp on just one click, yea?" I whisper to him.
I gaze as the night's shades and accents paint across his torso and arm muscles. I whimper with delight. As he moves towards the object, a quiet 'click' can be heard behind us. The glare strikes my retinas, but I am soon welcomed by one of my favorite views. Riku's chest is softly rising and falling, and we are feverishly crimson with hunger, as well as the cool air outside my window that is still partially open. I seize his hips and connect them with mine. My lips seek out their home with his, and we breathe in unison as I move my naked hips up, adding sweet pressure on his dick with my own. They slicken quick, and I exhale, my head rolling side to side from the intense feeling. His hold on my chin reappears, and his mouth consumes mine once more. He widens the kiss, putting frantic pressure to heighten the culmination of our lurid bodies' ecstasy.
"Ngnn…oh yea, those naughty noises again." He releases my lips to whisper against them. "But we have company—no noise allowed." I squint at him, perplexed, until one of his hands reaches my throat, where he properly puts his fingers and squeezes. My eyes are pulling for the back of my skull due to the pressure of his palm around my neck and tumultuous delight of his pelvis. In reaction to Riku's vexing pleasure, I purse my lips. His tongue wiggles forcefully beyond my teeth. It brushes against the top of my mouth, and he relaxes his grip around my neck for only a moment before he presses in again, shutting off any breath. His tongue violently invades my lips, as his other hand holds both of our noisy cocks and pumps them in sync with our simultaneous gyrating. "Mm, I want to taste you, hgn…" He speaks. My eyes widen and I nod as much as I can under his clutches in acquiescence. "…Hah, I wanna taste all of you."
He hovers above me and gazes. I felt saliva drip down my chin that had earlier gathered in my mouth. It has not been long, but I feel and look like a mess, and I flex my hips in anticipation of the bliss that awaits me. Riku slides down my body sans touching me, simply watching as I squirm for him.
"Remember, you have to stay silent." As a sign to remind me, he carefully peels his eyes from my twitching waist and draws them to my own heady orbs.
"This is my house. Just taste me already, you fool." I give him the middle finger in exasperation, and he chuckles at my pure pettiness.
"Tsk. It seems you need to be punished more often." His head drops enticingly to my cock, and his breath tickles the soiled tip. As I observe him use his breathing to traverse across the expanse of my stomach and hips, I catch myself on the brink of tears. I whimper in agony as he licks my ilium to the inside of my thighs in a slow, sensuous rhythm. "Maybe I should just tease you? Make you beg for me some more."
"If…hah…you want to keep your balls—mmn—I suggest you reconsider." I groan and bite my lower lip. His brow knits together, and his eyes twinkle with mirth. He tosses me over to my tummy with bated ferocity and swiftness. "What are you—"
"Mmm, such a bad boy…threatening me when all I want is to please you." His hand slivers below my belly button, tilting my behind so he can view all of me. All of my reactions freeze when I feel his breath so close to the sensitive hole he praises. His teeth suddenly fastened on my right ass cheek, and I sought out with both hands to stop my vocal shriek from escaping. "I'll teach you how to appreciate my degree of teasing."
As one palm lightly smacks my ass, his breath ghosts the smoothness of the stinging skin. Riku pries me apart for him, and my dick spasms, leaking sticky fluid over the carpet underneath. My eyelids squeeze shut out of embarrassment, but they quickly expand to saucers. I felt his lips tenderly kiss my hole.
"Ahhn—mmn, you pervert." I admonish him as I sink into the sensation. While I sense his thumb caress the area between my sack and asshole, I immediately replace my hands. His lips and tongue alternately tease my hole, and the sensation is similar to when we are making out, but this time his tongue is not exploiting my mouth.
"You wanted me to kiss you all over. Or is this kiss a little too humiliating for you?" He does not wait for confirmation before continuing to French kiss my backside. I am about to reply when I discover his tongue completely within. A fresh set of sounds is being emitted into the air, and the penetration triggers a new thrill in my consciousness. I struggle with the abandoned blanket above my head, feverishly covering my mewls with my cupped palms. His hand is aggressively clutching my ass, drawing me open, narrowing my hole for him, and my entire body quivers with excitement. He groans as his tongue slides in and out of me, and I quietly ask the divinities for something more substantial. Riku's hand delicately traces the skin of my belly before descending to my dick, his thumb barely touching the fluids flowing from the tip. "What do you want, babe?" My head is spinning, yet I lament the loss of the perverse actions he was previously pouring upon me.
"Hah, ahgn…I wanna come, Riku." I moan at him. My ass is in the air, cool from the night air creeping inside however warmed by my sexual appetite. In need of him, I wag my hips, and I can detect smugness in his faint voice.
"You can do better than that, Roxas." He says, his lips so close to tasting my privates again, and I growl in defiance.
"Make me cum." I groan through clenched teeth.
"What else?" He goads, his tongue slinking leisurely from the area beneath my hole through the valley of my cheeks.
"Make me cum. Please, Riku."
"Mmm, almost there, babe." I shriek as his kisses proceed to their machinations. He delicately licks the flesh and languidly flicks his tongue across the puckering tissue. I moan uncontrollably at the thought of rutting against his face. In a manner to achieve my wants, my hips sway back on their own.
"Riku, please ahh—ahgn…I need you. Please." I cave, urging him to violate me even more.
"Fuck, that's it, babe." His tongue dives into me, forcefully stretching me open. As his grip finally captures my dick, the thick muscle within me wiggles up and down. His wrist flexes as he escalates his onslaught on my cock. I brazenly writhe my hips back and forth, as if they had their own purpose. I relish the sensation of having my ass probed and my dick fondled immorally.
Axel was downstairs. Listlessly browsing through his mobile, honoring his half of the bargain and keeping an eye on the neighborhood blunder. Little did he realize what was going on above him. I detect a shocking rumble on the floorboards underneath me, and we both pause our pleasure in uncertainty.
"Damn it…" Riku curses and pulls his left hand away from my erect and straining dick. I turned my head towards my bed and noticed the lamp had crashed to the ground, and he was raising it back to the very top of the desk. "…sex with you feels like a war zone."
My eyes widened as I sensed the gravity of the predicament. Riku and I stare at one another, hoping that the décor has not utterly obliterated our time alone. After a moment uninterrupted, I considered something incredibly wicked. Wanting to edge Riku on, I tweaked my moist ring of pale muscles in the anticipation that he would follow along. His eyes dissolve from worry to the passionate ones I was so familiar with.
"You don't have to beg anymore, Roxas." He returns to his former stance behind me before continuing, "I'll give you what you want." His tongue begins where it left off. The slippery noises echo about the room, and my breathing becomes more frantic.
I am curious whether Axel has ever had sexual satisfaction. After all, he is a man. Presumably his love for the Lord is strong enough to keep his dick limp. Him on his knees, doing something as dirty as we were, seemed unthinkable. Axel's lips clinging to my anus and his hold on my dick powerful and solid. Moving quickly and fiercely, just like now.
Oh God. Not again.
I clamp my eyes tight, trying not to think about the green-eyed ghost that had reappeared into my life again. But, as usual, I fail, and the notion of his tongue penetrating, massaging, and bathing my inner walls with his saliva has me frenzied. My gut clenches.
"Ahn…R-Riku, I'm gonna come. F-Fuck!" To suppress my mounting mewls, I bite into the edge of my thumb, my pelvis rolling lewdly into his every lunge for my insides. The blanket around me was snatched away, and all ecstatic sensations came to an abrupt end.
"Well, I've seen everything now, huh?" My neck jerks upwards on the floor beneath me, and I strike immediate eye contact with the striped socks I had glimpsed before. When I realize Axel has wedged his way into both my imagination and my real-life escapades, my face flushes more than ever. "Tell Riku to get out—now."
I failed to lock the door. What a rookie mistake.
I prop myself upright on the floor and gape at Axel in front of me.
"How about you get out?" I grit out at Axel. "Now." He had the arrogance to think I would stop enjoying myself just because he said so and my dick twitches in interrupted distaste.
"All it takes, Rox, is one phone call." In the entryway, Axel wags his phone. He is relaxing against it, as if he is entirely at ease with the events that have just transpired. It was almost as though he had predicted it. He was just waiting for me to fuck up around him. To me, his threat seems empty, but to Riku, Axel is wholly unpredictable. He immediately unwraps himself from the cover he was hiding behind. I face my bedfellow, chewing on the inside of my lip to see his eyes were downcast, and he shows no sign of shame; instead, his face is painted with melancholy. He eventually glances up at me and then at Axel, and he rises from his knees with such conviction.
"Don't leave." I whimper out. Behind me, I hear Axel take a gruff breath.
"It's getting late." Riku replies, shrugging casually and rummaging for his clothing. He sighs, his palm sliding over his face in irritation, as he pauses to glance at his hardened length. I swivel my head in the direction of the redhead responsible for Riku's distress.
"Don't blame me for that." Axel crudely remarks.
"Can you at least give us some fucking privacy!" I sneer at him. His gaze alternates between Riku and me. He groans, lifts one foot in a theatrical way, and faces towards the hall. Making himself at home in the doorway once again. Riku has finished dressing, and I regret seeing him do so. His baseball shirt is crumpled beneath his sweatshirt, and his miserable stiff dick is struggling against his pants. I pat down my golden locks, and remorsefully remove myself from the soiled carpet. I join him by the desk and offer him his Converse. I focus on his sea green pools pleadingly and whisper assuring words, "Riku, it isn't his business. He won't tell—you know that."
"I know." He responds and attempts to tame his unkempt silver hair with a quick comb of his fingers before he grimaces, "But it may be best not to see each other like this again."
His attention flits across my face, as if he is trying to digest all the emotions I am emanating from the uncomfortable atmosphere. Realizing that Axel now has more of my secrets and one of Riku's as well, the silver-haired boy releases a breath and pats my shoulder before sauntering away. Riku does not bother using the window now that we were discovered. He easily shoves by the redhead in the entry, and I wince as I overhear the front door slam shut.
"Happy now?" I call out to Axel bitterly.
"Not in the slightest." His emerald eyes are irritated and blazing with venomous determination. Exhausted, I merely thank the Lord that he has been capable of keeping his lips shut for this long. I whisper to the skies above that this is just another hardship we will have to shoulder together. The thought of losing another sex partner saddens me greatly. If only Axel had swung my way, I would not feel so dejected by this loss. My cock flinches again, and my throat constricts as I swallow down a frustrated groan.
AN: In all seriousness, I'm super new to writing smut. I think of how I prefer to read things and then let it hit the keyboard. But 7 is a lucky number ya'll;) And while So while I'm still editing the Akuroku bits, I need to know...are the saucy scenes too much? Drop a simple yes or no in the comments. Otherwise, I hope I don't disappoint.