Well, this is my first hardcore smut smut. You've been warned.

Also, I still have a lot to do. Time Flies isn't complete anymore, as I'm still continuing it per request. I also have that other shower scene.

So far, this story is about 1,500+. I'm going to write a final chapter soon for this, about 500 words. For now, enjoy your smut smut ^-^

"I'm sure this memory will be even better." Grinning, Roxas murmured, sliding off Axel's shirt. Axel breifly grinned.

"Enough talking." Axel snarled, lowering his head to the blonds stomach and licking and planting kisses down his stomach. Roxas fisted his hands in Axel's hair, panting hard.

"S-shit, Axel." he moaned, arching upwards. Somehow, both of Axel's hands tugged down Roxas's shorts, leaving him in nothing but his (amusingly enough) keyblade boxers.

(can you tell this is where the smut begins?)

Axel's breath ghosted over Roxas's erection through the cloth. "D'you want it?" He whispered enticingly, lifting his head so green eyes met blue.

He noticed that Roxas's eyes were clouded with lust, and he was strugging against Axel's hold on his hips.

"I swear if you don't fucking do something, I'll-" Roxas groaned, pushing on Axel's head.

"Naughty, naughty, potty mouth..." Axel taunted, grinning, "Say you want it."

"Fuck, I want it. Damn you." The little blond whined, an odd combination of pleading and cursing. That was what Axel had been waiting for. He practically ripped off the keyblade boxers, pumping his hand down the member and causing Roxas to curse louder.

Axel soon replaced his hand with his mouth, swirling and dipping his tongue until Roxas was reduced to a pile of pleasure.

"Ah.. Axel, I-" he began, cautioning the redhead, "'ho shit, Axel, I'm going to, to... oh!" He finished, eyes wide with a string of curses.

Roxas panted as Axel cleaned them up. Shifting to sit up, Axel made an uncomfortable noise. "Damn my liking of tight jeans..." he bemoaned.

"Then take 'em off." Roxas retorted, his voice low and husky.

"Roxas, fuck, we don't have any lube or anything. I can't do that to you." Axel frowned.

"I don't care. You're not comfortable. If you won't take off your pants, I will." Roxas whispered, sitting up and shoving Axel onto his back. He landed with a huff, the air temporarily knocked out of him. Roxas planted a reassuring kiss on his nose, and unsnapped the buttons on Axel's jeans.

"Well, shit, Roxas." Axel smirked, "I didn't know you were a seme."

"That makes you the uke." Roxas grumbled, pulling off the redhead's jeans and tossing them aside. Leave it to Axel to go commando, Roxas thought. Axel could tell what Roxas was thinking from the look on his face.

"I'm not doubly confining it with underwear, sorry." Axel blushed, looking away. He had always been somewhat modest about this sort of thing, to most people's shock. But Roxas knew exactly what to do just to do to make Axel's eyes roll back in his head and writhe, his modesty lost. He started, and Axel drew a shaky breath, clutching at Roxas's shoulders.

"No need to apologize." Roxas gasped out between bobs of his head. He stopped, letting go of Axel with a pop of his mouth.

"Wh-why'd you stop?" Axel breathed out.

"That was just lube, remember?" Roxas chuckled, pulling himself to sit on Axel's hips.

"I had a lack of conscious thoughts for a moment just then, I suppose." Axel casually drawled, pulling himself back together.

Roxas grunted, sliding down on Axel awkwardly. "Ugh. Fuck."

Axel's eyes went wide. "W-whenever you're ready." He murmured, attempting to restrain himself.

"Go."

Axel thrust slowly at first, until Roxas groaned with pleasure and he was certain he wasn't hurting anymore, then frantically until he came with a cry of "Roxas!"

Afterwards, Roxas lay naked on Axel's stomach, still on the bench.

"Fuck, we should get cleaned up and dressed. Somebody could walk by at any second." Roxa said, standing on wobbly legs.