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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Roxas
  Character:
      Roxas, Axel_(Kingdom_Hearts)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-06 Words: 1321
****** Knobby Knees ******
by absolutelyCancerous_(cal1brations)
Summary
     “I prob’ally should’ve explained it beforehand. Damn though, you’ve
     got some knobby knees, Rox.”
The only thing better than getting to spend the evening in Axel’s room
is kissing whilst spending the evening in Axel’s room.
At first, you used to be kind of slow and squirrely with Axel and kisses;
mostly because it seemed so foreign to you at the time. But he was patient
(amazingly) and never pushed you, because Axel’s kind of extremely great like
that.
But now you’re kind of super addicted to kissing him and the fact you two get
to kiss (alot) every time you’re both in private just makes you tingle all
over; makes you shiver in excitement and smile in delight because it’s like
having three ice creams instead of one, really.
Tonight, though, as Axel pulls you into his room and you leap up to hook your
legs around his waist while jamming your tongue into his mouth, he seems a bit
distracted? You quickly brush the matter off when his slightly metallic-tasting
tongue is lapping against the roof of your mouth and he’s cautiously setting
you down on the edge of his bed, but not sitting beside you? That’s weird.
But he doesn’t stop kissing you, and that’s kind of all you’re interested in.
For the time being, anyway.
When he does, though, his lips simply brush against yours, like he’s too lazy
to pull away entirely. It makes you shiver.
“Hey,” he purrs, tracing his tongue teasingly slow along your bottom lip, “do
you want to try something different?”
This question sets you offguard. Curiously, you pull back, cocking your head to
the right in silent question. Axel smiles, brushing yours bangs out of your
eyes with a careful hand; you lean into his palm so he’s cupping your cheek and
he chuckles.
“It’ll feel really nice,” he intices, his thumb brushing over the apple of your
cheek. You love how warm his hands are, and it’s probably that which makes you
nod your approval to him.
Axel’s grinning three different ways from Sunday in delight as his lips duck
down to press a flurry of gentle, chaste kisses to your jawline and neck; it’s
a new sensation, seeing as Axel usually keeps to smooching on your mouth, but
it’s nice and you’re definitely not complaining. 
“Can I?” He whispers against your ear with a bright smirk, “Would you be
comfortable without the coat?”
His manners makes you smile; you always like how tenative he is when it comes
to you, it’s extremely comforting, to say the least. You nod, and nimble hands
come to unzip your cloak, push it off your shoulders and pepper said shoulders
with a shower of kisses. His lips are daft and light, and it makes you shiver
ticklishly! Axel notices this, and pulls back to grin at you—that usual
cheshire grin.
“Cute.” He says, playfully dry. 
You snort. “You think everything I do is cute.”
“Your point? It’s true.”
And then he’s back to kissing at your collar bones and making you squirm in
delight and mumble out shy mewls of “ooh” and “I, ah, like that” as he works
away at you. At some point (you don’t really note when) he tells you to lay
back and get comfy, ‘kay? and you do so without any hesitation. Axel seems to
know what he’s doing, anyway, so you trust him.
He kisses down your abdomen, laps along line up your stomach and kisses across
your chest before kissing back down once again. His mouth has you writhing in
delight, gasps cathing in your throat every now and again and making Axel
chuckle against you. The movement of his vocal chords makes you tremble, makes
your stomach feel hot and your face heat up considerably.
And then, he’s unbuttoning your slacks; careful as he looks up towards you,
gauging your reaction. Although your mind is soaring right now, you’re
interested in what he’s going to do next, and quietly nod as you prop yourself
up on your elbows to watch him.
Axel tugs your pants down only a bit, to just near your knees. It makes you
feel embarrassed, having him sitting down between your legs and staring at your
briefs-covered crotch. He only observes you for a moment (you think because he
can see how shy you are, blushing and looking anywhere but at him) before he
bends down over you again, kissing lower and lower down your abdomen until he’s
much too close to your crotch and it feels really weird—!
Crack!
“Ow! God damn!”
You didn’t mean to knee him in the face! You really didn’t even feel it; but
Axel sure did. He pulls back, sitting up and cradling his jaw carefully. The
left side of it, to be exact. He makes some funny faces, like he’s sounding out
words, but you’re pretty sure he’s trying to make sure he can still move his
jaw and wow, you feel terrible.
“Oh wow,” you splutter, pulling up your pants with a little wiggle before you
sit up, carefully placing your hands over Axel’s on his face, “I hit you really
good, didn’t I?” Oops. “I-I mean, sorry—I’m really sorry, Axel, I didn’t mean
to—”
“Roxas,” he says, with a tiny smile as he takes your hand in his and places a
kiss on your knuckles. “Relax. S’my fault; I spooked you, huh?”
You don’t like how he’s quick to blame himself (nor do you like his stupid
wording of the matter) but you maybe blush a little bit and nod shyly, crossing
your legs as you sit in front of him. Axel laughs, but it’s not in a rude way;
it sounds a bit remorseful, actually.
“I prob’ally should’ve explained it beforehand. Damn though, you’ve got some
knobby knees, Rox.”
You blush at his comment, but don’t say anything further on that bit of
information. “I think I would have been spooked either way,” you answer.
Axel smiles, rubbing at his jaw as he speaks. “Oh?”
You nod—again, a shy motion. “Why wouldn’t I? Your mouth… isn’t supposed to
gothere.” 
Wow, that sounded like a completely idiotic reason, now that you think it over,
but it’s the truth and you’re not very sure what this whole thing is, so it
might be best to just say what you think.
Axel sighs, he’s smiling, though, so it can’t be a bad thing.
“Sometimes,” he starts, slowly, like he’s still choosing his words, “people who
care about each other— special friends, like us— they like doing certain
things, like that, to make each other feel good.”
It makes a little bit of sense, you think, but that doesn’t stop you from
wondering aloud, “Does it really feel that good? Wouldn’t it hurt?”
Axel laughs this time. “I wasn’t going to bite it off, Roxas. Just…” he shakes
his head, smiling  as he crawls closer to you, to gather you up in his arms and
flop back against the mattress with you. You bury your face against his chest,
mumble that he’s bad at explaining things. He laughs, and kisses the top of
your head affectionately.
“Sorry,” he murmurs into your hair, “for scaring you.”
You sigh, lightly smack your palm to his cheek. Watch him groan in pain,
realize you hit the cheek on the side of his face you kneed violently. Smother
him in kisses and apologizes.
Stare at him like a Heartless at the wrong end of your Keyblade when he stops
you; tells you he loves you in a surprised voice, like he isn’t expecting those
to be the words to come out of his mouth. Tell him you love him, too, and
proceed to hold onto him tightly as you both settle down for bed.
Tell yourself Axel’s tapping his fingers on the other side of the bed when you
hear the faintest “ba-dum ba-dum” against his chest. Fall asleep hoping Axel
won’t be in too much pain tomorrow.
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