Title: Put Your Swollen Lips On Mine

Pairing: Roxas/Axel

Rating: M

Words: 650~

Disclaimer: Don't own anythiiiing

Warnings: Sex, random emotional bits, Roxas being insecure about his sexuality, implied homophobic parents.

A/N: Written for conigliomannaro's prompt, "Axel/Roxas sex scene, not extremely graphic, possibly avoiding the word 'cock'." Sorry that it's kind of a fail, I doubt I will ever create a sex scene as elegant and lovely and strangely hot as yours are. Title from Metric's Too Little Too Late.

ALSO. I'm making a few changes, and turning this series into a drabble series. I'm still finishing the Alphabet Meme, but I'm going to put prompts that turned into proper one shots into their own stories, and put all of my drabbles here.

They stumbled into the room, Roxas pushing Axel away from him to yank the curtains shut, turn the lights down, looking around to make sure they were alone as Axel licked at his neck.

"Get off, asshole, people could see," Roxas said, the crease deep between his eyebrows as Axel spread his arms to the empty room.

"Like who, Rox? We're in your room, your family's across the country, you've shut us in as obsessively as you usually do. Who's here to see? Think your mom cracked and decided to put a camera in your room?" Axel asked, voice harsh, angry at Roxas' parents and his insecurities.

"I wouldn't put it past her," Roxas muttered, turning the lights out completely and leaving them standing in the darkness.

"Safe enough yet?" Axel asked, arms folded over his fingers, searching fingers, reached through the dark and brushed his forearm.

Axel's arms reached out, felt along the darkness until his hands brushed the worn cotton of Roxas' t-shirt, under the soft flannel that billowed around his small figure. Gentle fingers closed around his waist, pulling him close, trying not to spook him and scare him away. Roxas' body was stiff, his kisses close-mouthed, palms flat and rigid against his chest.

"C'mon, Rox, loosen up," Axel murmured against his mouth, stroked hot hands over unyielding shoulders, rolling the plush fabric between his fingers before pushing it from Roxas' shoulders without a complaint. Slowly, Roxas kissed back, molded himself to Axel's chest, arms wrapping around and curling his hands against the small of his back. Axel had to hold back a small, triumphant smile, licking at Roxas' top lip and groaning when Roxas' tongue met his.

They came together desperately in the dark, like they would be caught at any moment, teeth bumping as Roxas pushed Axel back on the bed, crawled up his body, too much tongue and fingers forcing Axel's shirt up around his armpits, unbuttoning jeans that were loose around his own hips. Axel wiggled out of jeans, kicking them off the edge of the bed, Roxas' hands insistent on his skin, pulling at clothing almost violently.

When Roxas slid inside, Axel had to bite the back of his wrist to keep from crying out, fingers scratching at the tanned skin of Roxas' back. Roxas moved slowly, belaying the frenzied action from before, Axel squeezing his eyes shut against the darkness of the room when Roxas hit that spot, oh, Rox. The only sounds were the rustling of sheets, the slow softness of skin moving against skin, tiny kisses pressed to cheeks and foreheads and the long, pale column of Axel's neck. Axel heard nothing but his own harsh breath roaring in his ears, his pounding heart, white noise that drowned out everything outside of the sphere of Roxas.

He knew that his breath was hitching, that he wasn't catching all of the diminutive moans breaking free from his throat; but he couldn't make himself care, not when small, strong hands carded through his hair and stroked along his collarbones and rubbed at his hipbones before drifting down the thighs framing his hips. Their mouths were close; close enough to kiss, close enough for Axel to feel the moans that Roxas refused to give voice to. Axel whispered his name like an orison, running his hands down Roxas' back, sliding easily in the sweat.

Axel came panting, teeth closing over Roxas' shoulder in an effort to keep quite, limbs shaking and nails biting into his waist. Roxas swore, breathing out Axel's name and hilting deep, arms failing to hold him up and dropping him against Axel's heaving chest. Axel wrapped his arms around him, burying his face into blond hair, Roxas breathing hard against his was dark, but Axel imagined he could see blue eyes flashing with emotion, face turning soft with it, and it was enough.