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up to the roof

[sitting on a bean bag with two cigarettes, one in each hand and both of them lit. he seems pretty relaxed, alternating between the two.]

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Anything I had is all back home.

[tips his head, tapping some ash onto the floor beside the bean bag.]

...besides STDs, what else do you have to offer?

Ha... For you information, i am a professional. And likely the cleanest whore you'll ever meet...

[As for what else he did? ]

I prostitute, i dance...My services don't come cheap though. I am not some cheap whore.

[smokes one of his cigarettes down close to the filter, leaving about a fourth of it left. he offers this one to Roxas, and goes to work on the other.]

Could have fooled me.

[It was nearly useless, but there was likely a puff or two left, and he needed. He took it quickly, sucking up what was left and let out a long sigh... This was so not going to work.]

Do you know anyone around here who does 'carry' anything?

Nope. ..C'mere.

[motions him closer, taking a drag of his remaining cig.]

[It was a force of habit to come when he was told to...one puff or two, Roxas was sort of willing to listen to the other...Roxas. Some closer he came. ]

What?

[without much of a warning, he reaches up with his free hand and pulls Roxas down by the back of his neck, pressing his mouth against his. if Roxas parts those lips just a little, he might get a little more nicotine.]

[Oh fuck, ok then. There was sort of a desperate grab from Roxas on the other's shirt. He tasted like cigarettes...god it was addictive. And he certainly didn't pull away. ]

[chuckles lowly, exhaling into the other's mouth. once he's out of breath, he nips quickly at Roxas' bottom lip, and then pushes him back with his palm flat against his chest.]

Mmm... That's all I get baby~?

[God...more...please... ]

[what's that he's digging out of his pocket? why, a crushed pack of cigarettes. he slides another out of the thin paper box and lights it up, just smirking up at Roxas.]

[How about he just gets down on his knees, crawls over to you, and begs? ]

I need it...

[huh. this could be...entertaining.]

.. how much?

[tips his head, taking a hit and then blowing the smoke into the other's face.]

Anything...

[He's still on his knees, at your feet hands reaching for the cigarette then falling short, lightly running along your thigh. ]

I am easy to please...so easy...

[again, without warning, Roxas quickly presses the end of the cigarette against the back of the other's hand.]

I don't think I said you could touch.

[and after another drag, he presses the butt of the cigarette against Roxas' lips. he'll share, but he won't let go.]

[Oh, so he was that type, huh? You'd be amazed how many times he has been burned by cigarettes, he hardly noticed. But once that cigarette was on his lips, he took it as if it were the cock promising a nice tip afterwards. ]

[gives him a second or two, and then takes it away.]

Greedy little shit, aren't you?

[He was trying hard not to reach for it... Fuck, it was just not enough. Though, he just smirked a bit at that. ]

I'm an addict... Drugs...alcohol...sex. If you don't want to share your fag, why don't you share something else with me?

'cause I don't really like you.

[simple as that. he offers the cig again.]

[Haha! You think he cares? Roxas doesn't like anybody but he will suck and suck and right up until he gets what he wants. And right now, you are. So he'll stay flirty and courteous of you...and puff as if it were his last. ]

[unfortunately, you get pretty boring to him pretty quick, so he eventually lets go of the cigarette, leaving it between your lips while he leans back and just watches.]

[Funny, he was thinking the exact same thing. Won't fuck him, has no hard drugs... If it weren't for the cigarettes, he wouldn't even had stopped. But he gladly took it away, puffing it up very quickly...]

God...i need to find someone bad...

[streeeetch.]

...I might know of a guy who can help you out.

[And there goes those eyes darting right back up at the other. ]

W-Who?! Tell me!

[Careful... he seems a bit eager. ]

[Careful? Never.]

An Axel. From where I come from.

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