Musebox

[heartismyown]

 I need to practice with Roxas! Please drop me a line.


Roxas finished smashing the computer, the one that ruined his life. He swung around angrily and stalked off into an unknown room where he found Sora, fast asleep.

DiZ appeared before him. His eyes narrowed, his hand clenched tightly around the keyblade as he swung it back and forth wildly, attempting to attack him. He was familiar. He was the one who did this to him. It was all about that Sora!

"My heart is my own!" Roxas cried, spinning around. Everything has gone white.

When Roxas awakened, he found himself face to face with....

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[by_heart]

[With his eyes closed, it's so much easier to forget his control. Lea's fingers tangle in Roxas hair and pull when he takes him in again and he presses up with his hips, wordlessly begging for more because he can't allow himself words right now.]

[heartismyown]

[It's a little bit difficult with Lea trying to get him to do more, although Roxas doesn't mind the hair pulling too much. He gives Lea a harder suck at the head, taking a little more in from his moving around.]

[by_heart]

[Lea cries out at that, then forces his eyes open, trying and failing to form words as pleasure washes over him. He manages to get out Roxas' name, but there's more he needs to say.]

[heartismyown]

[Roxas doesn't pay Lea's babbling much mind, considering. It seems like a good thing, like Lea's enjoying it, and he hopes it's okay, even though it's his first time. Roxas doesn't stop with his hand, nor his mouth, eager to get Lea to cry out some more.]

[by_heart]

Roxas--

[Lea pulls at Roxas' hair again, trying to focus and get his attention.]

'm gonna--

[It won't be long. He can feel the pressure building with every hot press of Roxas' mouth.]

[heartismyown]

Mmm?

[He made a questioning sound, but didn't stop what he was doing. He does look up and meet his gaze however.]

[by_heart]

[Lea's face is flushed and his eyes are dark. When Roxas looks up at him, it's like a shock goes through his entire body and it's all he can do not to fall apart right there.]

Gonna come...

[heartismyown]

[He isn't sure what to do about that, not realy. Roxas seems like he's trying to make a decision and finally he decides to back off a bit and just lick him instead of getting it inside his mouth.]

[by_heart]

[Now that he has his eyes on Roxas, watching the obscene movements of that pink tongue is just too much. Lea comes with a sharp gasp that gives way to slightly giddy laughter at the look (well, not just the look) on Roxas' face.]

Oh geez, you're a mess. C'mere.

[He tugs on Roxas' arm, trying to pull him up a bit.]

[heartismyown]

[It's more effective than pulling his hair at any rate. Roxas had been a little startled, but he seems relatively pleased enough. He did get Lea to come after all.

Obediently he sits up, letting him tug him wherever he wants him to go.]

It's okay.

[by_heart]

Whaddya mean, "it's okay?" It's even in your hair.

[Lea wipes at Roxas' face with the bed sheet, but his hair is a bit of a lost cause. It's typical Lea behavior, fussing over Roxas like this. None of the awkwardness of last time. Lea doesn't seem to notice, he's too wrapped up in what he's doing.]

[heartismyown]

Well it is, I can just have a shower later. It's not a big deal, is it?

[Seriously Lea, the fussing. He lets him clean him up without complaint.]

Was it, was it okay?

[by_heart]

[Lea sighs and kisses him on the forehead.]

Yeah, you did good. Did you like it?

[That's more important to him, especially considering what Roxas had said before.]

[heartismyown]

[He nods a little bit.]

Yeah, it's okay. Messy, but it's not as hard as I thought.

[by_heart]

[Lea frowns a little.]

"Okay," huh? Got it.

[Well, it's not like he can make him enjoy it, but...]

[heartismyown]

[Why is Lea frowning? It was fine, it wasn't hard and he got Lea to come which frankly, is kind of a turn on.]

What?

[Roxas gives him a little kiss. If Lea stops fussing he might notice that the whole thing has him incredibly hard, even with his lackluster answer.]

[by_heart]

[Lea grumbles and rolls them over, resting his weight heavily on top of Roxas.]

It's always "it was okay" and "I don't mind" and --

[As he shifts to get comfortable, it's impossible not to notice how hard Roxas is. Lea pushes up on an elbow and scowls down at him, unceremoniously shoving his free hand down the front of Roxas' pants to take him in hand.]

So what's this, then? I think this is a little more than not minding.

[heartismyown]

[He let out a loud cry, mostly out of surprise.]

Lea! I...that's...

[Roxas offers one of his rare blushes.]

I thought that what you were doing was kind of hot. I mean. I liked that.

[by_heart]

Again with the "kind of."

[Lea continues to grumble as he sits up a bit to shove Roxas' pants and underwear down.]

When I finally manage a "definitely," you let me know, okay?

[heartismyown]

[Lea's being rough, and Roxas really finds himself not minding at all. He squirms a little bit, licking his lips.]

You just don't like the way I talk!

[by_heart]

Can you blame me? It doesn't exactly boost a guy's confidence.

[Lea doesn't even move his hand, just rubbing his thumb over the head and frowning like it offends him somehow.]

How am I even supposed to know what to do with you, huh?

[heartismyown]

[Roxas whimpers a little bit, because that feels good, even if Lea is scolding him.]

I don't...I don't know. You can do whatever you want with me.

[His breathing is a touch irregular.]

[by_heart]

Whatever I want, huh? That's an awful lot, you know.

[He leans down to kiss him roughly and starts to move his hand slowly, too slowly and he knows it.]

Maybe you should tell me these things before you get me off.

[heartismyown]

[He kisses him back eagerly, deep and trying to influence him not to torture him.

Roxas looks at him through half-lidded eyes and when Lea talks, it gives him the chance to do the same. His tone is entirely innocent, as are his words.]

Are you saying you won't be able to do what you want?

[by_heart]

I can think of some alternatives.

[He's nothing if not considerate, picking up his pace and stroking him rougher, harder.]

Or I could just do this and you could make all those cute noises for me again.