Ficmeme I : Incipient [Demyx/Roxas]
Title: Incipient
Pairing: Demyx/Roxas
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys. Too bad,
A/N: Part I of this meme.
“You’re drunk.”
Demyx was trying to push away the smaller blonde who was determined on getting into his friend’s lap, hands clutching at whatever he could reach, firmly crawling towards him on the bed they’d been sitting on for hours. A movie and some beer in Demyx's tiny apartment, that had been the plan. Perhaps Roxas had had just one bottle too much.
“And you’re hot.” Came Roxas’ purr in return, his fingers managing to curl into Demyx’s neck as he pulled himself closer. Demyx’s hands came to rest on the blonde’s chest, trying to keep him at bay.
“Roxy, stop.” He tried again. Roxas’ closeness was unbearably tempting, but he couldn’t give in. They’d been friends for a long time and he wasn’t going to cast it all away for one night of pleasure, no matter how much he wanted it.
“Demyx.” Roxas managed to wriggle himself close enough to run his tongue over Demyx’s neck, making the older man shudder slightly. “Come on, don’t tell me no.”
Demyx let out a shaky breath, trying not to enjoy the sweep of the hot tongue on his skin. It was impossible. He’d thought of Roxas as attractive for a good while now and the blonde’s actions weren’t exactly making the situation easier.
“What do you want?” Maybe Roxas would be satisfied with a kiss or two. That, Demyx could cope with and still keep himself in control.
“A ride.”
Demyx sucked in a sharp breath when Roxas rolled his hips down in a suggestive manner, finding a nice spot on the tanned neck to suck. Alright, so apparently Roxas wouldn’t be contented with just a kiss.
“Roxas, no-”
Another roll of Roxas’ hips and Demyx moaned, his eyes closing.
“I can be really convincing.” The blonde breathed against his neck, nipping at the reddened spot he’d just sucked on. “And I can see you want it.”
Demyx’s resolve crumbled. What the hell, he’d just have to survive looking into Roxas’ eyes the next morning. They’d get over it, laugh at it after a few weeks. How could he say no when the blonde was rocking his body against him and being such a little minx?
Demyx’s acceptance came in the form of a kiss. He sunk his fingers into the blonde spikes and tugged Roxas close enough to seal their lips together, his tongue immediately probing his way into the hot mouth. Roxas moaned, loud and shameless, the alcohol breaking all of his walls.
In no time at all, Demyx’s hands had found their way beneath the blonde’s shirt while Roxas had already managed to pull off the garment that had kept him from getting to the tanned chest. Eager and clearly in a hurry, Roxas was working his magic on Demyx’s jeans, battling to get the button open. The blonde was much more vocal than Demyx had dared to imagine; his moans were deep and long, and pleasantly freguent. Rolling a hardened nipple between his fingers, he earned himself yet another keening sound and a roll of hips against his.
“Hurry up.“ Roxas’ voice was hoarse and demanding as he finally managed to get Demyx’s buttons undone, tugging them open and slipping his hand inside. The quick, nimble fingers on his arousal made Demyx groan and he practically ripped the blonde’s shirt off, fumbling with his pants. Two, three strokes and he ordered Roxas to get up in order to get the rest of their clothes out of the way and to prevent himself from ending their fun too early.
“Get a bottle from the top drawer.” Demyx gestured to the nightstand while he wriggled out of the rest of his clothes. It was a treat to watch Roxas lean down slightly to find the object, the curve of his back and rear round, firm and delicious. He glanced over his shoulder, their eyes meeting and his lips curled up into a grin as he held up the bottle.
“Like what you see?” Demyx’s cheeks heated up, but the lustful look in his eyes remained.
“Just get back here.”
Within minutes, Roxas was clutching at Demyx’s shoulders while two fingers slowly slid in and out of him. The blonde was panting, legs spread, his knees on either side of Demyx’s thighs, erection trapped between their bodies.
“Enough.” The sound was more of a mewl than a demand, but it still made Demyx pull his fingers out. Roxas’ mouth was pressed against a pierced ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. “I want you.”
Demyx had to grit his teeth as he poured a generous amount of lube into his hand and slicked himself - Roxas’ moans and the attention he’d constantly been paying to his neck and ear had made him harder than he was ready to admit. Grasping the blonde’s hips, he pulled Roxas’ closer who immediately purred, rubbing himself against the lubed shaft.
“Give it to me.”
Who was Demyx to say no?
If it hadn’t been for the pain on Roxas’ face and the nails digging into his shoulders, he wouldn’t even had thought of asking. Roxas had been so confident, so seductive with his looks and moans, seeming to know what he wanted. But when the tip of Demyx’s cock slipped into the blonde’s body, the boy made a surprised, pained sound and tensed up around him in a manner that suggested he definitely wasn't used to it.
“Roxy.” The taller male grit his teeth and forced himself to stop. A doubt crept into his mind, slow and unsettling. Demyx tried to keep himself sane and not push in the rest of the way. “Is this your first time?”
The blonde held still for a moment before he nodded, an admitting sound escaping from between his teeth. Demyx’s eyes widened and regret filled him. He started pulling away, shaking his head.
“We shouldn’t- ”
“No!”
Roxas’ gripped Demyx’s shoulders tighter and pushed himself down, a cry falling from his lips as the hard shaft slid deeper into his body. Demyx let out a surprised groan, his breath catching in his throat. Roxas panted as he tried to adjust to the intruding sensation, not ready to stop.
“Roxas.” Demyx bit back a moan. He hadn’t known. He would’ve disagreed immediately. He didn’t want the blonde’s first time to be something he regretted later. Roxas was drunk - who knew what he thought about this when he sobered up.
“Don’t say anything,” The blonde’s voice was firm and he tilted his head to gaze into Demyx’s eyes. He licked his lips, his cheeks flushed with colour. “I want this.”
Demyx didn’t have much say in it all as Roxas steadied himself on his knees and rose slowly, then lowered himself again. The blonde was determined to get what he wanted and all Demyx could do was to make it as pleasurable as possible. So, as Roxas started getting more comfortable, rocking in Demyx’s lap with short moans occasionally falling from his lips, he reached up to run his fingers over the blonde’s chest. Leaning in, he slid a nipple into his mouth, giving the nub of flesh a small suck before rasping his teeth over it. This caused Roxas to let his head fall back as he rode Demyx faster, his fingers sinking into the messy mohawk blindly.
It didn’t take long for Roxas to reach his climax. Demyx’s hand had found his shaft, pumping it in time with the blonde’s movements. Roxas gave a shaky, long moan as his whole body tensed, his blue eyes squeezing shut with extreme pleasure as release washed over him, his cock twitching in Demyx’s hold and spurting across his stomach. Demyx wasn’t far behind, what with the sweet tightness around him tensing even further, milking him to completion.
Demyx didn’t know what to do when Roxas pulled away, quietly groaning at the loss of fullness. The blonde flopped onto the bed, looking up at Demyx with expecting blue eyes.
“Well?” The blonde asked, tucking a hand behind his head. Demyx raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
That was when Demyx took notice of how clear the eyes looking up at him were - there was no trace of a drunken haze in them. He eyed the blonde quietly, trying to process the thought.
“No?” Roxas pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking slightly offended. “I thought you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did.” Demyx’s voice was quiet as he watched his friend.
“Then come lie down with me.” Roxas’ hand found his arm and he tugged Demyx down, shifting until they lay chest to chest. His voice lowered into a whisper, blue eyes flashing happily as they gazed up at Demyx. “I want to wake up with you next to me.”
Finally, a small smile tugged at Demyx’s lips and he let an arm drape around Roxas’ waist.
“You could’ve asked, you know.” Roxas snickered.
“I was afraid I’d freak you out. Pretending to be drunk gave me a good reason to act all bold.”
“Well, next time-” Roxas’ lips curled up into a grin at Demyx’s words. “-Just ask.”
“You know what they say.” He murmured before he pulled Demyx in for a kiss. “There’s a first time for everything.”