Axel pushes him back against the bed though, reversing their positions with a speed that leaves Demyx gasping, and drags his fingers down Demyx's chest, pressing a little harder at his stomach, soft skin over hard muscles that don't move quite right, even when they tighten at his touch.
He presses harder still, and turns the tips of his fingers, to scrape nails hard against Demyx's skin down those last few inches to his cock, and he lets the flames out, flickering around his fingers, drawing up welts and a gout of steam, and. Demyx arches up under him, mouth open in a wordless cry, and.
Just like that, Axel's back in control. And it's soft fingers, still lit by sparks and tiny flames, that skim over Demyx's cock, and his hip, and down his leg. Demyx's thigh twitches under his hand, and the doesn't resist when Axel pushes it out wide, so he can slide between them, and press their bodies together, one long line of stinging hissing steam.
He thinks Demyx gasps; he knows he does, himself, and that's okay. And so is the taste of Demyx's mouth, when he leans down to kiss him. Demyx tastes of wet and sulphur, like a volcanic hotspring right now, and.
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HERE HAVE MOAR
Date: 2010-04-30 10:11 pm (UTC)He presses harder still, and turns the tips of his fingers, to scrape nails hard against Demyx's skin down those last few inches to his cock, and he lets the flames out, flickering around his fingers, drawing up welts and a gout of steam, and. Demyx arches up under him, mouth open in a wordless cry, and.
Just like that, Axel's back in control. And it's soft fingers, still lit by sparks and tiny flames, that skim over Demyx's cock, and his hip, and down his leg. Demyx's thigh twitches under his hand, and the doesn't resist when Axel pushes it out wide, so he can slide between them, and press their bodies together, one long line of stinging hissing steam.
He thinks Demyx gasps; he knows he does, himself, and that's okay. And so is the taste of Demyx's mouth, when he leans down to kiss him. Demyx tastes of wet and sulphur, like a volcanic hotspring right now, and.
Axel knows it's just for him.
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Still TBC, until it's not. <___<;;