curbside.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Which one of you morons wants to entertain me.

I'm bored.

[he complains vehemently, laying upside down on the couch with his back to the cushions and legs thrown over the back.]

Comments

[coontail.livejournal.com]

What, I didn't do a good enough job? I'm hurt.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[arms stretch out towards him.]

I wasn't talking about you.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[just walks on forward. hi Sora, have a crotch on your head.]

Oh?

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[tucks his head a little until the back of his head rests against Roxas' thigh.]

You make a good headrest.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

I've been described as having 'nice voluptuous thighs' before.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[l-laugh!]

What!?

[coontail.livejournal.com]

You heard me.

[puffs out a cheek, then reaches down to jab Sora's forehead with a finger, repeatedly.]

Nice. Voluptuous. Thighs.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[wince. wince. wince.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[flick.]

You never really got to see 'em because I only dryhumped you.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[wince. he grabs said voluptuous thighs.]

Not so loud...

[coontail.livejournal.com]

What, you drink yourself silly to forget that I took advantage of you?

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

Yeah right, why would I want to forget that?

[condescending stare.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

Real cute.

[reaches down and pokes a finger inside his lip, smirking.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[opens his mouth and catches the finger between his teeth, but he's not biting all that hard.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[wiggles it around on his tongue, clearly amused.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[he pulls away quickly, expression twisted up for a moment.]

Salty.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

I had potato chips.

[then he's hovering over his face with the other hand.]

Guess what I did with this hand.

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[eyelids drop a little and he purses his lips.]

How dirty, Roxas.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of you~

[grins.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[he suddenly grabs Roxas' wrist, giving his palm a long lick.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[jumps a little, half expecting Sora to grab and punch him, but when he feels that tongue, he shudders.]

Jeeze, if you want it that bad ...

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[licks his lips.]

I'm not asking for much. Just a couple of kisses, please and thank you.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

No one said I wouldn't give them.

[so he's backing up just a bit, settling down to his knees so he can bend down and give Sora an upside down kiss, soft and chaste.]

[dedarkfully.livejournal.com]

[he kisses back just as gently. this is new, he's so used to the utter passion that Jet reflects.]

... I hope Jet won't be mad.

[he murmurs against Roxas' mouth.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[that makes him pull back.]

What the hell?