wanna play?

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[Axel had found himself a room, and some clothes, since some Roxae didn't like him to be unclothed for some ungodly reason. Still it was a bit chilly, so he was wearing a shirt and jeans. Now he was rummaging in the kitchen. Hoping to find the ingredients to make his special omlette.]

Anyone want breakfast? I'm cooking. And I'm not even asking for anything in return. What has the world come to.

[edited to add..this is definitely NC-17 now kiddies.]

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[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[glances over his shoulder with a shrug]

If you want.

[..right now, he's just going to watch the water hit the plates and hope everything rinses off on it's own.]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He stood up and walked over to Roxas, grabbing a dish towel.]

Ya know, it's not going to clean itself.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[scratching lazily at his stomach, still staring down into the sink]

...One can hope.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He took the plate from Roxas and gently nudged him out of the way and began washing the dishes.]

Lazy man. Just keep me company and I'll wash the plates.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[steps out of the way and behind Axel to snake is arms around his waist, resting his cheek against his back]

..'kay.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Just washes the dishes, enjoying this time with Roxas.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes because, hey, he's still tired and Axel is comfortably warm]

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[He finished the dishes, and was going to move to the dishwasher to put them in it. But someone was leaning on him.]

Hey now. Don't fall asleep on me.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[he sighs and lets do, moving and turning so he can lean against the counter instead]

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[He put the dishes in the washer, noticed it was a full load and went ahead and started it. Then he moved to Roxas and wrapped his arms around Roxas' waist.]

Still tired?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[rests one hand on Axel's arm, the other ruffling his own hair at the back of his head. he smiles a little]

Just waking up.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He smiled and bent down to nuzzle Roxas' forehead.]

You always did like your sleep.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Kinda hard to get around here.

[not that he didn't just wake from ten hours of sleeping. he closes his eyes, rubs Axel's arm]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He sighed.]

Yea. I hate sleeping alone.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

I know.

[opens his eyes, glancing up]

...Are you tired?

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He shrugged.]

A little. I got like three hours last night.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[squeezes his arm, smiling]

C'mon, you can catch up in my room.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He grinned and yawned.]

Sounds like a plan. Lead the way.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[slides his hand down Axel's arm and links fingers with him, tugging him along and leading him out of the kitchen. he takes him down the hall, not too far, and nudges his door open, stepping inside and pulling Axel in with him]

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[He just grinned at Roxas taking control. He didn't always say it, but he liked it when he did that.]

Nice room.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs. his room isn't all that special, but one can definitely tell that it's his. if you knew him, anyway. the walls are painted a dark blue-gray, and all of them are bare aside for one. the wall opposite his bed is littered with magazine clippings, all of them bizarre or abstract or just plain explicitly creative]

It serves its purpose.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He chuckled and took a look at the clippings.]

That it does. Interesting wall.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

Got bored, figured I needed to do something to make it mine.

[he shrugs again and flops on his bed, crawling up towards the headboard and stretching out on his stomach]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He ambled on over to the bed, and sprawled out on it, laying on his side next to Roxas, one arm flung over Roxas' waist.]

Yea. Know what you mean.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[shifts closer, and after a moment and reaches up and rests his fingertips over Axel's brows, dragging them down lightly to close his eyes.]