Roxas watched the smoke drift up towards the ceiling, curling in an ephemeral dance he couldn't begin to predict. The smell of cinnamon and ash bark did little to cover up the smell of sex. Really, really satisfying sex.

He shifted his gaze - away from the smoke to the satisfied face of his lover. Axel's eyeliner was smudged to hell, his hair a mess of flattened spikes and squashed clumps. Roxas had never found him more beautiful. Sculpted lips stained pink from kissing closed around the butt of his smoke. His lips pursed, his cheeks hollowed out he drew in a lungful of smoke.

Roxas practically pounced. As soon as the white paper tube was away from Axel's face, he slammed their lips together. Their kiss was deep and intense, smoke trapped between their mouths, teased back and forth by their tongues. When they parted, Roxas exhaled the flavoured smoke through his nostrils and grinned down at his best friend. "Well?"

The redhead hummed, taking another drag. "I thought I'd feel different," he admitted. The smoke gusted out with his words, and then he exhaled the rest.

Roxas traced his fingers over Axel's bare chest, down to the ginger-red trail of hair creeping down from his belly button. "Nothing at all?"

The redhead inhaled a bit, his stomach sinking beneath the blond's touch. "I don't know. Not really." He looked down at him, and jade-green eyes were soft and affectionate. "I feel closer to you, which is nice. But I don't feel changed."

"Nn," Roxas agreed, hands finding more sensitive places to explore. "My first wasn't a big deal either," he commented, "but that's okay." He took the smoke out of Axel's hand, stole a draw, then stubbed it out in the glass ashtray. "This was way more important to me anyway."

He didn't let him answer, moving close and taking his mouth.

It was ten minutes before Axel could light up another smoke - which was frankly impressive considering it was his first time topping. Sated and sleepy, Roxas curled up into his side, looking up at his face with half-lidded eyes.

"Hey, Axe…?"

"Yeah, Rox?" Those green, green eyes locked on his, and there was a warm affection in his gaze. it was a familiar look, and filled Roxas's belly with a flutter of nervous butterflies. "Roxas? What is it?"

He felt his cheeks heat with a blush, and turned his head down so he didn't have to see his best friend's expression as he spoke. "So… uh. Now that I've introduced you to the wonderful world of penetrative sex, of course you're welcome to have it with whoever you like…"

Axel snorted a little. "Thanks for your permission."

"Shut up," he said, embarrassed. "Let me talk will you?"

Axel rested his chin on the top of Roxas's head. "Go on then," he said, a smirk obvious by the sound of his voice.

"I'd prefer it if you only had sex within our friend group," he mumbled. "See, one of these days I'm going to buck up enough courage to ask you to be my boyfriend. I'm okay with sharing you with our friends, but I think I'd get way too jealous if you went with anyone you set your eye on."

"Rox." Axel's voice was soft, like he was trying not to upset him. "Look at me?"

He raised his head reluctantly, meeting his gaze. He'd expected an awkwardness, but there was only something like joy.

"I don't want to fuck anyone else," the redhead replied, hand gently clasping the back of his head. "Just you." He pressed a kiss to Roxas's bruised lips. "And when you do get that courage, I'm going to say yes - by the way."

Face flushed, Roxas ducked his head again and squeezed his eyes shut. "That's good to know."

Chuckling, Axel kissed the top of his head. He stubbed out his smoke and settled comfortably down in the bed to sleep.