DUNNO.
So yeah. Chapter thirteen. It's an interesting chapter.
STILL NO LEMON. But there may be some citrusy goodness in there somewhere.
Xion rocks my socks.
The song this week is Lights and Sounds by Yellowcard.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
Kiss and I Will Surrender
Thirteen
Lights and Sounds
The knowing smirk on Xion's face was more than enough indication to Sora and Roxas that she knew exactly what they had been doing just moments ago. She shifted her weight onto one leg, her slim hip jutting out at an angle and causing the short shirt to swish out to the side. Thin arms crossed over a small chest as she eyed their flustered expressions and the bunched creases on the front of Roxas's polo shirt.
"Well, I came to take you upstairs to the after-party, but it looks like you two had your own little party going here," she said slyly, her small white teeth flashing as they caught the light off the bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling. "Axel owes me thirty bucks."
Sora resisted the urge to smack himself in the face, opting for shifting from foot to foot with a bashful expression. There was no way he could deny what Xion already knew, he was a terrible liar and Xion always seemed to know everything that was going on. A glance to the side showed that Roxas had realised the same thing. He was straightening his shirt out, head ducked with a furious blush showing through his bangs.
"You and Axel made a bet?" Sora asked, trying his best to sound offended despite the compromising situation. Granted, Xion hadn't exactly caught them doing anything, but she may as well have.
"Yep, he bet me that you guys would take at least a month to realise you like each other," Xion replied with a wicked grin. "I bet on less than a week. Cheers guys, you just helped me earn my food money for the next week."
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Do us a favour and keep this to yourself, Xion," he sighed, running a hand through his golden spikes agitatedly. Sora cast him an offended glance and Roxas quickly defended himself. "Not that I'm ashamed or anything, but I think we could do without all the attention we'll get if everyone finds out tonight... Besides, we still need to talk this over."
"What's there to talk about?" Xion asked, voicing Sora's thoughts. "You want to fuck each other, right?"
She bit back hysterics when both boys turned an illuminating shade of crimson and abruptly averted their gazes, coughing loudly. "Oh for god's sake, stop pussyfooting around each other!" she groaned, flicking her bangs out of her eyes. "I'll spell it out for you two, since you're too 'sweet and innocent' to voice your own dirty thoughts!"
She turned to Sora. "Basically, Roxas thinks you're a cute little hottie and wants to bone you." Then she faced Roxas who looked like he was having a brain haemorrhage. "And Sora has been obsessed with you ever since he met you and wants your ass for himself. There, all sorted, right?"
"Xion," Sora growled whilst trying his hardest to prevent a nosebleed from happening, "You are so dead."
"Agreed," Roxas hissed through his fingers. He had covered his face with his hands in utter mortification.
"Well at least it's out in the open now," Xion said, looking pleased with herself. At the glares she received from the both of them, however, she sighed exasperatedly. "Okay, I won't tell anyone!"
"Not even Axel," Roxas warned. He had a murderous glint in his eyes that made even the brazen Xion flinch.
"Fine," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm going back to the others. You know where the after party is, at least try and turn up to it after you've sucked each other's faces off." She spun on her heel, skirt flaring out dangerously, and began to stalk away. "Oh and by the way..." she said suddenly, pausing and looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin, "You might want to sort out who's top and who's bottom. I can't wait to hear the result."
She quickly excused herself then; both boys looked like they were having conniptions.
"I can't believe that girl," Sora groaned, too embarrassed to look Roxas in the eye.
"I'm going to kill her," Roxas growled. They stood in the badly lit corridor for a few moments, shifting awkwardly but not willing to give up the alone-time they had been granted just yet.
"She's not exactly subtle, is she?" Sora said softly, a light laugh lifting his voice. "Though I am glad to know that you feel the same as me."
"Yeah, nice to know that you 'want my ass for yourself'," Roxas quoted. They caught each other's eyes. Sora snorted, and that was the trigger that caused them to dissolve into fits of laughter. They couldn't help it; the situation was too funny, even if they were the butt of the joke. 'Butt' being the operative word.
When the haze of hysterics lifted from their eyes, they realised that Roxas had somehow during their fits of sniggers pressed Sora against the wall. Their lips hovered inches from each other as they exchanged giggling breaths that dusted over their lips like powder-fine sand. Roxas's hands were on Sora's hips. The brunette had placed his on Roxas's shoulders.
Roxas leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, closing his eyes and swallowing. His laughter had given way to shaky breaths and a quickened heart beat. "So what do you want to do?" he murmured against Sora's lips, their mouths barely touching as he did so. "About us, I mean?"
"I don't know," Sora replied truthfully, his respiration equally shaky. "This is kind of a new experience for me; I've never liked another guy before..." The words came out easily enough, but it was one of the hardest things to try and grasp the concept of.
"That makes two of us," the blonde replied. He tilted his chin forward slightly, causing their mouths to brush. "But I can't deny how... how..."
"How right it feels?" the brunette finished. They opened their eyes and regarded each other curiously.
"Yeah," Roxas breathed. His eyes slid closed again as he closed the distance once more and they started to kiss; soft, querying kisses, as if they were familiarising themselves with each other's lips. Sora sighed in content and laced his fingers behind Roxas's neck, pulling the blonde closer as he intensified the kissing by opening his mouth and probing the crease of Roxas's lips with his tongue. Roxas parted them and their tongues lanced with each other, growing more competitive as their breathing sped up, hot gusts of air landing on their cheeks as they breathed heavily through their noses.
"You know," Roxas gasped as they briefly parted, "Just because you're stronger than me doesn't mean you get to top."
"We're really going to talk about that?" Sora groaned, his face flushing again. "Like I said, this is all new to me, I haven't exactly gotten used to the idea of... of..."
"Of what? The fact that one of us is going to have to be fucked?" Roxas smirked when Sora blushed even more.
"Let's just take this one step at a time," Sora gasped. Roxas had slid his cool hand under the brunette's shirt and was tracing his fingers over the defined muscles of his stomach. "I'd rather we established some semblance of a relationship before we turned to... those subjects... ah!" He let out an audible moan and cringed when it echoed loudly down the corridor, but he couldn't help it; Roxas had pushed his shirt even further up and had bent down to capture Sora's left nipple between his teeth.
"Roxas!" he hissed in mortified lust, his mouth parting and his eyes sliding closed as that devilish tongue flicked out at the hardening nub, teasing it to full alertness. He felt the blonde smirk against his hot skin, but was immediately distracted when one guitar-calloused hand travelled down to grope his growing arousal boldly. The blonde certainly seemed to be getting into the swing of it, considering he had never had sexual relations with the same sex before.
"I'm just doing what feels natural," Roxas murmured as he began to massage Sora's bulging crotch, dragging a ragged moan from the brunette. He continued his ministrations to the more innocent boy's chest, moving to the other nipple once he had left sufficient teeth marks on the first.
"We c-can't do this here..." Sora gasped. He tried to push on Roxas's shoulders, but the blonde caught his wrists and brought them together over his head, pressing them to the wall with one hand while the other returned to massaging Sora's almost fully erect cock. Sora's protests were silenced as the blonde's head came back up for another searing kiss, sufficiently distracting the brunette whilst Roxas started to work on the buttons of Sora's jeans. He swallowed the artist's gasps as his hand slipped under the waistband of Sora's boxers and the long fingers wrapped firmly around his silken length.
"You're really hard, Sora," he purred, capturing Sora's plump lower lip between his small incisors and nibbling gently as his hand slid over Sora's trembling cock, his index finger pressing on the vein running along the underside and his thumb sweeping over the head to find thick fluid already gathering there. "You must be enjoying this a lot," Roxas continued. Sora was panting harshly and straining against Roxas's hold on him a little. If he really wanted to, Roxas mused, he could probably break out of the slimmer boy's hold quite easily, but he never did.
"What if someone sees us?" It was more of a mewl than a question, as Roxas's fingers continued to tease the brunette's length.
"They've all gone upstairs, remember?" Roxas replied huskily. He buried his face in the junction between Sora's neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of ocean and cologne. "Dammit Sora, I've been waiting for this forever, I'm having trouble restraining myself..." Delicious images of screwing the brunette into the wall were racing through his mind like a montage of sin, each one more immoral and corrupt than the last. And yet despite his wicked thoughts, Roxas mused that if heaven could be expressed through feelings and actions, this was it, pressed up against the whimpering chocolate-haired boy that had completely swept him off his feet. Here, in this dingy, badly lit corridor with the peeling paint and the damp smell, Roxas had established his own little piece of heaven, and it only got better with every moan, gasp and lament from the tanned angel's lips.
But it was evident from the way Sora's knees were trembling, and the perspiration on his face, that they were moving too fast. They had crossed a monumental threshold not five minutes ago by giving in to feelings they had been trying so hard to ignore. Roxas's past had enough influence on him to let the blonde take such reactions and feelings in his stride, but Sora, whilst not exactly virginal, was far more naive and raw with inexperience.
Sora was scared of his own urges.
Roxas swallowed his craving to make the boy his right there against the cracked concrete wall and slowly withdrew his hand from Sora's boxers. At Sora's half-relieved, half-bewildered expression, he pressed a chaste kiss to the boy's lips.
"I guess it can wait until later. Let's go celebrate, birthday boy." He pushed off the wall, releasing Sora's wrists before holding his hand out like a lord asking for a dance. Sora looked about and then placed his tanned hand in the paler one, their fingers immediately lacing as they started to make their way down the corridor. They followed the sounds of faint rock music, not speaking as their brains finally began to process what was happening.
I kissed him, holy DAMN I kissed Roxas... So much for giving him time... Sora's thoughts were like children in race cars, zooming in every which direction without much care for speed limits or motion sickness. It was making him dizzy, and the madness only increased with every squeeze of his hand from the blonde.
They reached a staircase. J-rock was echoing off the cavernous walls from the next floor up, and laughter and murmurs of conversation drifted in the air like mating songbirds.
Roxas paused on the first step and turned to look down at Sora. "Come over to mine tonight," he said suddenly, blurting it out even as a strawberry hue took to his face. Honestly, the amount of times the two of them had blushed over the past few days, they were surprised that their heads hadn't exploded yet.
"Wait – what?" Sora looked completely bewildered. Roxas noted that their entwined palms were perspiring slightly.
"Spend the night with me," he repeated, taking Sora's other hand and bringing it up to his mouth. He kept his eyes locked on the brunette's as he placed sweet butterfly kisses on the pads of Sora's fingers, noticing with an inner smirk that Sora swallowed hard at the semi-erotic sight.
"I don't know... Aren't we moving a bit fast?" Sora hazarded, still holding the expression of a rabbit caught in headlights.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Roxas purred, stepping into Sora's personal space and taking the other boy by the chin, enjoying the extra height that the stairs gave him. "Just come home with me... besides," he continued, letting his walls drop as he stared into the pools of cobalt gazing up at him almost wondrously, "I don't know if I can bear to be away from you now that I know you feel the same way."
He leaned down and pressed his lips first to Sora's forehead, and then his mouth. It was brief and chaste, but Roxas poured all his emotions through that little window of time and Sora received them loud and clear. When Roxas pulled away and released Sora's chin, the brunette was grinning.
"Alright," he said, flashing his teeth in his classic winning smile that made him look so much like an overexcited puppy.
Roxas returned the smile, before turning and dragging Sora up the stairs. "Great," he murmured happily, giving Sora's hand another little squeeze. It felt like the heaven they had established a short while ago with gasps and electric touches was following them around, encasing them a little bubble of gooey feelings. A private bubble that would stretch over the heads of crowds if they were physically parted, keeping them connected whilst isolating them from the rest of the world. And they both sensed it, drew comfort from it, as they ascended into thumping bass, chinking glasses and toasts to the future.
"Here," Kairi said softly, pressing a wrapped box into Sora's hands. The paper was (typically) pink and fluorescent, reflecting the lights that flitted across the room as if searching for victims to drag onto the dance floor. The upper level of the club was truly a fantastic place to host a VIP after party. The free-for-all bar was furnished in deep mahogany with waiters in tuxedos. Girls in nice dresses weaved through the throngs of bodies with trays of drinks and food. There were private booths lining the walls, like individual sitting rooms with coffee tables, sofas and wall lamps, as well as screens that dulled the music thumping through the room so that one could hold a conversation without shouting. The dance floor was relatively empty for now, but no doubt it would fill up. A karaoke machine stood in the corner, daring people to use it.
"What's this?" Sora asked with a chuckle, eyeing the greeting tag attached to the present. Kairi had drawn a little chibi doodle of she and Sora hugging and smiling, and while it wasn't the best piece of art, the clear effort that had gone into it touched him.
"It's a little something from me and Riku," she said, setting her drink on their coffee table and sitting back. They were currently in a booth with Riku, Roxas and Cloud. Musical people milled around, throwing words of congratulations or birthday wishes into the booth.
"But you guys already gave me money!" Sora protested with alarm.
"I know, but we saw this on the way through town today and had to get it for you," she said with a smile. "Open it!"
Sora rolled his eyes and tore off the wrapper. He frowned when he pulled out a black box. He lifted the lid to find a new moleskin sketchpad, artist's fineliner pens and copic markers. All the tools he had been lusting over in his aspiration to become a manga artist.
"Whoa - you guys!" he cried, picking up a marker pen and cracking the lid off, sniffing the nib and picking up the smell of professional ethanol. "These things aren't cheap!"
"Like I said, we couldn't resist getting it for you," Kairi giggled, watching him coo over the artist's tools with a fond expression on her face. She glanced at Roxas and noticed him watching the brunette with a similar expression – a serene smile stretched his lips and he almost looked like a proud parent. He was holding his own present from her and Riku, a sheet music notebook and a voucher for the large music store in town, worth enough money to buy himself the new amp he had been drooling over for months.
"He's very cute," a chiming giggle sounded in Roxas's ear, making him jump. He whipped around in his seat to see a girl with honey coloured ringlets and forest green eyes that looked like they could see your very soul.
"Aerith!" he cried in surprise, pulling the slight girl into a firm hug. "I thought you didn't like parties like this?"
She smiled, squeezing his arm before jerking her head over to the bar where Zack was stood with his hands on his hips and talking animatedly. "He really wanted to celebrate with me," she said, a secret grin dancing across her features briefly, "and I thought I would brave the noise and the crowds for the evening. It's worth it to celebrate with you all."
She looked past him to the grinning brunette who was already making use of his new art tools by drawing a caricature of Kairi, who was pulling a pouting pose and trying very hard not to move. Riku was looking over Sora's shoulder with reserved interest, his silver hair framing his strong features and icy eyes.
"Not your usual type," Aerith commented almost slyly, a knowing look in her eyes. "There's a distinct lack of diamonds and breasts there, Roxas."
"Just because those girls were my customers, doesn't mean they were my type," Roxas muttered, crossing his arms. Aerith was treading a fine line and she seemed to know it.
"I'm just making an observation Roxas," she said softly, still smiling. "I'm happy you've found someone like him."
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"I saw the way you were looking at him," she commented, sipping a glass of lemonade daintily. "He looks at you in the same way, you know. It's like you two have got your own private universe that you're sharing. I know love when I see it, Roxas."
Roxas accidentally inhaled his beer.
"Wh-WHAT?!" he spluttered through coughs, Cloud thumping him absently on the back as he watched Sora work on his drawing. He was already done with the line art and was colouring it in with the copic markers. Kairi was trying to look now that she didn't have to pose anymore, but he kept holding the sketchbook in her face so that she could only see the back of it. Riku was smirking and watching her with affection.
"You heard me," she said in his ear. The sofa suddenly shifted under them, and they looked around to find Tifa and Zack plopping themselves down in the booth, carrying trays of shots.
"Let's get this party STARTED!!" Zack hollered, passing out shots of what looked suspiciously like absinthe.
"Tifa!" Sora called, getting up and climbing over Kairi to get to Zack's sister who was stuck in bartender mode despite the fact she was supposed to be having a night off, and was tidying up all the empty beer bottles on the table.
"Hey Sora!" she cried, enveloping him a hug and crushing him with her breasts.
"T-Tifa... hurts..." he winced as she aggravated his injuries. He was in truth more scared of her crushing the picture. As soon as she released him he closed the sketchpad and put it in the black art box out of Kairi's sight. He would finish it later and give it to her as a present. Maybe she could put it up at her desk at work.
"Hi Tifa," Cloud choked out, sounding like he had just been eating sand. His normally schooled features were dusted with cherry blossom pink. Tifa immediately adopted a similar expression, but any answer she had prepared was cut short by her older (and louder) brother standing up and raising his shot glass.
"I would like to make a speech!" Zack cried as if he was the mayor of Midgar announcing the council news. Everyone picked up a glass of alcohol, save for Aerith who clutched at her lemonade, and turned their faces expectantly towards the bassist who had been dubbed "the puppy".
"Well, I have quite a lot of things to celebrate tonight," he started, putting on a serious tone as if he was giving a speech at a wedding. "I have some of the most amazing band mates I could ever wish for, and I couldn't think of any better people to go to the top with. It's also these guy's birthdays," he pointed at Sora and Roxas who flashed identical grins at him, "and Aerith and I have one other thing to tell you..."
His hand had found hers and their fingers were intertwined. They had expressions which were a mixture of pure elation and serene bliss. Zack took a deep breath. "Aerith's pregnant, guys!! I'm gonna be a Dad!!"
There was a moment where nobody said anything. Heck, nobody even respired. The sounds of the party tried to infiltrate the booth, that is until everyone exploded at once.
"Oh my god!" Tifa cried, tears immediately forming in her eyes as she flung herself at her brother and his girlfriend. "Congratulations you guys!! I'm going to be an Auntie!"
Cloud and Roxas gave Zack brotherly hugs, looking absolutely flabbergasted, and kissed Aerith on the cheeks. Sora and Riku shook their hands and Kairi just cried with happiness.
"Didn't expect that," Riku laughed breathlessly when everyone had calmed down a little bit. "And here I thought you two were going to be all traditional and wait until marriage!"
"In time," Zack said with a cheeky wink, before clearing his throat and resuming his 'speech-giving' pose. He raised his glass, and it was followed by various other drinks being raised into the air. "To us!" he called simply, looking like Christmas had come early.
"To us!" everyone chorused, downing their drinks. As soon as the glasses hit the coffee table, everyone was up and swarming around the couple, Kairi and Tifa feeling Aerith's stomach and offering to be her baby-helpers whilst the men clapped Zack on the back and teased him.
Roxas and Sora shared a look through all the commotion, and it was clear that they were thinking the same thing.
Screw Seifer – there is no way he is going to ruin something so perfect.
Tongues clashed fiercely and walls shook as a door was flung open forcefully, two bodies wrapped up in each other as they entered the white apartment. Roxas moaned loudly as he was thrust roughly against the wall, and then Sora's mouth was on his neck, growling possessively and pinning his hips there with strong hands.
They had left the party early in the end – they had held out for three hours, only sneaking off the bathroom once, but in the end it all got too much. People were starting to get merry, couples were pairing off and Zack was trying to get everyone to go out clubbing. Knowing that they would probably internally combust if they resisted each other any longer, the boys had excused themselves and taken a taxi home.
The lights were forgotten as the two boys made their way through the cavernous apartment, slamming each other into things in their desire to have each other. They paused in the living room, Roxas's ass resting against the back of the huge white couch as Sora smothered him in white-hot touches and teasing kisses.
"I think I'm going to go mad," Roxas moaned as Sora grinded their hips together forcefully and laced his fingers into the golden threads of hair framing the blonde's face. "I need you, Sora!"
Sora didn't reply – at least, not verbally; although he did give a particularly frustrated groan into Roxas's mouth before biting the singer's lower lip harshly. One of his hands left Roxas's hair and started to trek south, tugging insistently at the cursed black polo shirt that was separating him from Roxas's skin. Tanned fingers slipped under the cotton fabric and splayed over a pale stomach, radiating heat into the slimmer boy's skin.
Roxas was busying himself with Sora's shirt, which in his opinion had far too many buttons for his liking, but his fingers stilled immediately when that hand on his stomach suddenly dipped, plucking at the waistband of his jeans and nudging the button open. The sound of the zipper being drawn cut through the heated atmosphere like petrol fumes, having a similar, intoxicating effect. And then that hand was slipping through the opening it had created and brushing over Roxas's very painful, very obvious arousal.
The blonde let out a particularly loud groan which Sora quickly swallowed, the brunette's tongue thrusting into his mouth like a gag and tracing perfect teeth. At the same time, his hand gingerly gripped the hard stiffness still hidden by Roxas's boxers, squeezing experimentally and eliciting a delicious shudder from the blonde.
"Want you," Sora breathed, fireworks exploding along his arms as he began to make increasingly confident strokes over Roxas's trembling cock, ignoring his own straining erection in favour of asserting his dominance over the blonde.
"Bedroom," Roxas gasped in reply. He had finally got the rest of the buttons undone and spread the shirt open to reveal the washboard abs and surfer's skin of the Destiny Islander. Fingers traced defined pectorals and then ran down Sora's sides, feeling how compact and strong the muscles were under the skin before coming to rest on the brunette's hips, skirting over the V shaped muscle-lines that dipped into Sora's boxers.
Sora nodded, grabbing the slimmer boy by the ass and lifting him easily. Roxas almost squeaked in surprise, before realising what was happening and wrapping his legs around Sora's waist. He would play submissive for now, he decided as Sora guided them into the bedroom, all the while they exchanged saliva and groans whilst their tongues battled over which mouth they should be in. Dominance would come once he could think straight.
Roxas was dropped unceremoniously on the bed, and no sooner had he bounced on the mattress then Sora was covering his prone body with his own, scooting them up the bed and pushing his knee between Roxas's legs. Their groans rose to the ceiling as ankles locked and jeans chafed against each other.
"Get this off," Sora growled, pulling at the polo shirt like a confused wolf. Roxas lifted his arms above his head and the brunette yanked the garment off roughly, his mouth immediately descending to the pale chest. He peppered the cool skin with bites, licks and kisses, while his hands returned to Roxas's lower body and started to pull his jeans down.
"Ah!" Roxas cried as Sora angrily bit down on his already hard nipple, the sinful tongue flicking around it and coaxing it to further erection.
"Lift your hips," the brunette snarled predatorily against his skin. Roxas complied, and then his jeans were sliding down his legs. He quickly kicked his trainers and socks off, and the denim was pulled over his feet, leaving him only in his boxers whilst Sora was still much too clothed for his liking.
He didn't get a chance to return the favour though, because Sora's hand had snaked into his boxers and gripped his length firmly as the boy moved to his other nipple. "Oh god..." the blonde breathed, trembling involuntarily as Sora's tongue traced hair-raising patterns on his chest and his hand began to pump on his rigid cock in shallow strokes. "Oh fuuuuck..."
"I knew that voice would be better suited for this situation," Sora chuckled darkly, all traces of any supposed naivety gone from his demeanour as he jerked Roxas off insistently. He brought his head up to Roxas's, which was dropped back on the red sheets as an equally red flush stole over his exposed skin. The blonde's hair framed his head as it splayed out in soft spikes on the blankets, and his hooded eyes were an even more intense shade of blue than normal, glowing with arousal and overwhelming pleasure. Sora crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss, increasing his hand's movements and smirking as a particularly guttural moan burst from the soft, plump lips he was attacking.
"Sora!" Roxas cried, his hands frantically scrambling over said brunette's back and shoulders and tugging at the shirt that still covered them. "Oh my – fuck!"
Yes, that voice was definitely the voice of a screamer, Sora mused as he shrugged out of his shirt and lowered his body to Roxas's, their bare chests pressed together and causing them to harmonize a simultaneous moan into each other's gasping mouths. Deciding to test his theory, Sora gave Roxas one last kiss, hard and fast, and then began to kiss his way down the heaving chest, his hands tugging at the blonde's black boxers and pushing them partway down the slim thighs.
Roxas thought he was going to have a stroke when Sora's heated breath finally ghosted over his twitching cock. The brunette was looking at him with a wicked smirk, clearly enjoying the power he was exerting over the blonde, his fingers tracing irritatingly teasing circles on Roxas's inner thighs.
"Do you want me to?" Sora asked, knowing the answer but liking the way Roxas responded by fisting his hands in chocolately spikes and pushing Sora's head further down.
"Do it, or I'll flip you over and just fuck your mouth," he hissed in a nearly threatening manner that made Sora's own erection strain excitedly against his restraining jeans.
"When you put it that way, I guess I have no choice," he chuckled.
"Oh- oh god fucking daaammn!" Roxas hollered as wet heat engulfed him. Sora's lips were sliding down his pulsing dick, pulled tight as he exercised a little suction on the rigid flesh and his hands continued tracing patterns over the blonde's quivering thighs. "Sora! I... Oh my shitting fuck!"
That dirty mouth was getting too much for Sora. Groaning loudly and sending vibrations over the dick in his mouth, he reached down and popped the fastening on his jeans, sighing through his nose as the tension eased a little bit on his erection. He descended his mouth on Roxas's cock until he was about halfway down, pausing to let his tongue lap over the swollen head and increasing the suction.
"Shhhhiiiiittt," Roxas hissed, his hands tightening in Sora's hair almost painfully. "Fucking hell Sora, that feels amazing..."
The brunette grinned around his erection and then continued to take more of Roxas into his mouth, going slowly so as not to gag. All the while his wicked tongue was flicking over the sensitive head and dipping into the slit in the top, or pressing firmly against the vein that ran along the underside. His right hand was gripped around the base of Roxas's cock, holding it steady, whilst his left was now drawing its little circles over the blonde's tensing stomach.
Roxas bucked involuntarily when Sora sucked particularly hard, and let out a near-scream as it caused his cock to hit the back of Sora's throat – the grip around his sex tightened as Sora was caught by surprise, but managed to resist gagging. He paused for a moment, relaxing his throat muscles for a moment, and then continued sucking and tonguing Roxas as if nothing had happened. The fact that his cock was now lodged firmly at the back of Sora's throat nearly sent Roxas over the edge.
"Holy shit Sora!" Those throat muscles were now working around the head of his dick, swallowing and contracting and drawing out copious amounts of precum. "I'm... fuck, I'm not going to last if you keep this up!"
Sora groaned again as Roxas's bedroom talk started to get too much for him. He reached down with one hand and pulled his length out of his boxers, stroking himself off desperately in a bid to ease some of the unbearable tension coiling in his stomach. He eased off of Roxas's cock enough to be able to speak, looking up at the flustered, thrashing blonde with bedroom eyes and mumbling, "I'm gonna make you come, Roxas."
Roxas nearly came there and then when he heard that and noticed what Sora was doing to himself. The very idea that Sora was getting off on this just as much as he was... it was too much to bear. "I'm so close!" he whimpered as the hot mouth descended on him again, resuming its suction as it bobbed up and down in his lap.
"Come." The slightly muffled word was all it took for the white hot coil inside him to snap, and then he was arching his back and bucking his hips up as he came in strong, hot spurts down the brunettes throat, yelling out Sora's name and nearly crying with relief. He tugged harshly on Sora's hair as the boy swallowed his seed, and this was all it took to send Sora over the edge too with a shaky moan. The brunette spilled in his hand, his limbs trembling as he released Roxas's sated member from between his lips and bowed his head, riding out his own orgasm.
There was silence for a few moments as they came back down to earth on the feathers of angel wings. Roxas's breathing was ragged as his chest heaved, his head collapsed on the bed and his fingers slowly massaging Sora's scalp as the brunette gasped and struggled to hold himself up.
"Here," he gasped eventually, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and handing it to the brunette when he saw the pearlescent liquid dripping from Sora's fingers. Sora took it gratefully and cleaned his hand up, whilst Roxas pulled his boxers back over his hips. They didn't speak as they worked, merely catching each other's eye every now and then and sending each other bashful but sated smiles. Sora threw the tissue away and tucked himself back into his jeans before crawling up the bed and collapsing next to Roxas.
Sora draped his naked torso over Roxas's, their perspiration mingling as their breathing slowed. Chocolate spikes tickled Roxas's face as the brunette nestled his face into Roxas's neck. "That was... so good..." Sora mumbled sleepily.
Roxas chuckled and sifted his hands through Sora's hair, coaxing the brunette to relax. "Understatement, Sora," he replied with a yawn. Exhaustion was finally catching up to him and he found his eyes closing of their own accord. They hadn't even tucked themselves into bed, they were that tired.
Roxas gave into the powers of sleep when he noticed that Sora was already in the land of nod, his face serene as he slept on the blonde's chest. For the first time in years that night, Roxas didn't have a single nightmare as he dreamed of encounters to come and the boy asleep on his steadily rising and falling chest.
SHITE ENDING TO THE CHAPTER. But I hope you like :) Review monster wants feeding -looks at it nervously as it sidles out from under her bed- Save me T.T
Screamer!Roxas tributed and credited to TheDevilTheAngelandTheme, my favourite reviewer (because she is as dirty minded as me :3)