Party like a Porn Star

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Carrying a tabloid that he was reading while walking, not a smart thing to do, but it was just too amusing.]

Oh god, these people.

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[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[grinning now as he moves a little closer again, trailing his hand back down Axel's chest]

...And who was topping?

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He chuckled.]

In that particular one, I was. But I've fantasized about you fucking me senseless a few times.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[almost purring as he leans in to nuzzle Axel's jaw, voice a low murmur]

Only a few?

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He purred at the sensation.]

More than a few, I think it's more half and half.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[nips at his jaw and then leans just a bit more so he can speak into his ear]

You got anything planned for today? I think we could turn some of those fantasies... into reality.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He grinned and moved his head to capture Roxas' mouth.]

I think I can free some time.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[hums against Axel's lips, smiling just a little. he floats a bit closer to he can hike one leg up over Axel's hip, pressing against him.]

How 'bout now? You free?

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He grinned, kissing Roxas, and wrapping an arm around his waist.]

For you? I'm free anytime.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[bites his lower lip and smiles, tugging a strand of red hair.]

C'mon.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He grabbed Roxas' ass, and grinned.]

I'd follow your ass anywhere.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[pushes away from him and swims over to the edge, climbing out. his jeans are soaked and heavy, so they weigh him down a bit, sagging extremely low on his hips.]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Follows along, his board shorts sagging down when he exits. He stopped to grab their shirts.]

Where we going?

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[glances over his shoulder. he could care less about his shirt.]

I was thinking either my room or yours... unless you were thinking of something more public.

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He shook his head.]

Nah, you're room is fine.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[already heading for his room. he doesn't seem to be wasting much time.]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Hurries along after him.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't take long for him to find his room, and when he does, he opens the door and catches Axel by the wrist, dragging him in behind him.]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Pulls Roxas into his arms as soon as they're in the room, bending his head and capturing Roxas' lips in a passionate kiss.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[backs Axel up into the door, kissing back. his hands roam freely for a few seconds, and then settle on his hips, fingers already digging past the elastic waistband of his shorts.]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[Allows him to back him up, his fingers going to the clasp on Roxas' jeans. Just as impatient.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[while one hand keeps making its way into Axel's shorts, the other sneaks around to the front to palm him and rub him through the thin material.]

Mn..

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He'll find Axel already hard. Axel's hand finished undoing Roxas' jeans and dived in, below his boxers and caressed Roxas' erection.]

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[his hips buck just a little at the contact and he breaks away for air, nipping at Axel's jaw and making his way down his throat. he keeps rubbing Axel until he pushes his other hand into his shorts, taking the place of the one on the outside]

Tell me what you-- ahn-- want.

[licks at Axel's throat, stroking him slowly but firmly]

[all-night-kink.livejournal.com]

[He groaned, keeping a steady pace on Roxas' cock. He leaned his head back against the door.]

You. Inside me, all around me, just you.

[whatajerkoff.livejournal.com]

[purrs, giving Axel a couple more seconds before he grabs his wrists and pulls his hands away and out of his soaking jeans. releasing his wrists, he grabs the redhead by the shoulders and forcefully turns him around, pressing him back against the door. his hands drift from his shoulders to trail fingers down along his spine, his lips following the invisible path made by his fingertips.]