“Ouch!” you cursed, rubbing your back in the spot that the broom handle had pushed into it. Roxas frowned in the darkness of the storage room, his eyes and yours struggling to find one another from the lack of adjustment that they’d been doing (or not doing, whichever butters your toast).
“This was a bad idea. We should’ve waited until tonight, but no! Roxas had to make out in the middle of the day in a storage closet,” you snorted sarcastically, pouting as Roxas moved to hug you, only to catch you awkwardly around the neck.
“It’s your fault. You got me turned on by rubbing my thighs under the table during Mansex’s emergency meeting,” he replied kissing the corner of your mouth unsurely. In the darkness, he could’ve hit your eye just as easily. Slowly adjusting to the darkness, you caught the look on his face, rolling your eyes before returning the chaste kiss with another, growling in an uninviting manner.
“I brought this on myself?” you asked rhetorically, growing slightly more irritated with the nod he gave you. You preferred making out in the safety of the night when everyone else was sleeping, because you knew quite well that Mansex—er—Xemnas wouldn’t appreciate you and Roxas sneaking around behind his back to be together. Having feigned sick multiple times to get Roxas to take care of you, you had a feeling that Xemnas would pop a gasket if he knew. Mainly because you’d skipped multiple missions to do so…
“If they come looking for one of us, there’s going to be trouble,” you continued.
“Yeah, and I’m so sure they’ll come right to this storage closet when they can’t find us.” Pausing, you realized he had a point. It’d take a clever person to realize that you were hiding out in a storage closet. Shrugging, you successfully found his hair in the withering darkness, yanking him back to kiss him heatedly on the lips. He pushed you back against the wall, sweeping his hand blindly across the thick stone that it consisted of to knock the broom out of the way as you wrapped a leg around his waist, the other keeping yourself steady. A slick appendage probed expertly at your lower lip, prying your lips open without express permission given. He meant business, you noted, since he was usually very considerate of your feelings. But you didn’t complain; on the rare times he took charge, making out was ten times better. He trailed his free hand that wasn’t on your cheek down the black Organization outfit that was cladding your body, coming to rest on your right breast before squeezing softly.
“Aah, Roxas~” you moaned around his tongue, having considerable difficulty forming the words and making them sound correct due to the muscle invading your mouth. You moved to wrap your other leg around Roxas’s waist, pushing you flush up against him as he continued to kiss one another. Fisting sections of his hair, you pulled his face against yours, noses touching as you adjusted the angle at which your head was bent at to better kiss him. He caught your lower lip between his teeth, chewing affectionately before releasing it and kissing across your cheek to your earlobe. Biting there gently, his breath skimmed across your skin, sending delectable shivers down your spine as you let out a low, shuddering moan into his hair. His hand had moved from your breast to rest against your side and hold you up, squeezing every so often to keep you on your toes.
That’s when you heard it—the slow, deliberate turning of the door handle. Someone was coming into the storage closet! Hurriedly, you moved your hands to Roxas’s shoulders and pushed insistently against him to get him off you. He merely ignored you or something to that extent, as he hiked you further up the wall, back pushed into the stone material as his teeth scraped against the skin of your earlobe.
“Roxas—” It was too late; by the time you were saying his name, the door had already swung open to reveal a certain spiky-haired redhead silhouetted against the light from the hallway. You covered your eyes, the intense artificial light fixtures burning your eyes that had adjusted to the darkness. Roxas spun around, letting you down gently from the wall. You stood on your own two legs, eyes still shielded as Axel smirked to himself. So this was why Roxas was always too busy for a game of poker…
“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Axel’s smirk widened as Roxas’s expression went flat. He was worried that it was someone who would’ve actually gotten him in trouble for doing this… “Planning on getting a little action, Rox? Not too bad of a choice… Good thing I didn’t make a move on her like I’d planned to.” Your face flushed immediately as the door behind Axel was shut quietly, as not to attract any attention to the inconspicuous storage closet.
“Axel, I’m not trying to do any—”
“Well, since you asked, I’d be glad to help you and your girlfriend step by step through sex!” You and Roxas exchanged looks of shock and slight disgust; not because it was Axel, but because it was the thought of anyone sitting in on the two of you while you made out and possibly had sex. That thought alone was enough to halt any future actions, but the fact that it was Axel softened the blow a bit.
“We’re not trying to—”
“Nonsense, Roxas, I’d be glad to help!” You and Roxas looked at one another before sighing in defeat, looking at Axel expectantly. He stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking at the two of you before nodding to himself with a very satisfied smirk on his face.
“Roxas, (First Name), go back to kissing each other and just listen to what I say.” The two of you hurriedly obliged as Roxas was pulled back against you, pinning you to the wall once more. Tongues crashed ungracefully once again, teeth scraping and hands moving to their designated places. Roxas’s hands rested at your hips while yours were laced into his hair. Axel watched with an awkward fascination, an almost perverted look on his face as he spoke his first order.
“Roxas, put your hands on her butt and use the leverage to pull her against you.” Roxas’s lips contorted into a confused wave the best they could from the position of your faces against each other, but he made no protest as his hands slid slowly down to your ass cheeks. Axel grinned slyly to himself.
“Yeah, that’s good. Now, give her an experimental squeeze,” he muttered, his cock springing to life at the show before him. Sure, he’d fantasized about (First Name) with him, but to see her making out with Roxas… it was uncharacteristically hot.
“Mmph!” Axel grinned wickedly to himself; such a lovely sound. He noted that he should pinch her ass in the hallways from now on just to hear that gorgeous sound from her lips.
“I think she likes it. Try it again.” Roxas squeezed again, a bit harder this time, and he elicited a soft mewling noise from your throat. Whoa, Axel was a bit too good at this for his own good… But Roxas didn’t question; he was too grateful for the noises you were making to complain. He kept on kissing you, occasionally tossing in a squeeze of a butt cheek here and there without Axel’s order.
“Now, (First Name), stop kissing Roxas and head for his ear. Right underneath the earlobe, there’s a really sensitive spot. Try licking at it a bit.” You disengaged your mouth from his, kissing chastely across his cheek before arriving at his ear, blowing lightly across it before nudging his earlobe aside. Your hands had moved from his hair to his shoulders, squeezing there lightly to keep yourself balanced. Your tongue pressed against the spot Axel had mentioned, a moan from Roxas spurring your actions on further. You repeated the process, adding your teeth in as you scraped across the skin.
“Good girl… Roxas, lean down and bite at the place where her neck meets her shoulder. Don’t bite too hard, though. Instead, suck a bit; leave a mark to prove that she’s yours.” Axel was getting painfully hard already and he hadn’t even gotten into the nitty gritty of it yet. He hoped they wouldn’t mind a bit of voyeurism while he jacked off…
Roxas brought you back briefly to kiss your lips before kissing down the side of your face and neck, his tongue sweeping across the skin every so often before he reached the specified spot. Once there, he latched on to the section of skin and bit down gently, teeth barely making contact with the skin as he began to suck. You giggled slightly at the sensation, holding Roxas’s head in place as he continued his ministrations.
“Both of you, take off your coats. That’ll make things a bit easier.” You and Roxas broke apart to shed your coats, a brief rustle of cloth the only warning before both of you dropped the stuffy black articles of clothing to the ground. Underneath, Roxas only had a pair of black denim-like material and his shoes, while you were clad on a form-fitting tank top and a black miniskirt-that-was-more-like-a-belt, along with the shoes. “I had a feeling you both dressed like sluts underneath you coats.” You and Roxas frowned at Axel; it wasn’t like he was much better… Deciding not to voice any complaints, you stepped back to Roxas, switching positions so that he was leaning against the wall and you were leaning against him. Roxas’s hands returned to your bum as you kicked the forgotten clothing off to the side and out of the way. He hiked up the skirt, giving Axel and ample eyeful of high-cut panties. His aching erection strained against the fabric of the boxers underneath his coat. It was then, he realized, he had his fantasy standing right in front of him, making out against the wall. He could tell them to do anything and they’d probably do it.
“Squeeze her ass again, Rox,” Axel murmured, reaching between his legs to stroke the need growing there. Roxas groped you once more and pushed you further up against him, hand moving beneath your underwear and splaying against the skin. You moaned faintly into the kiss, and Axel moaned along with you. Oh, make that wonderful noise again, he thought to himself as he stroked harder. That’s when he felt the delicate hand atop his own. Roxas and (First Name) were standing in front of him, sorely out of breath from all the kissing they’d been doing.
“You know, if you wanted to join in so bad, you could’ve just asked.” Axel smirked to himself; there was a reason that he liked that girl, and it wasn’t just because she was easy on the eyes. Axel stood and divested himself of the black coat, tossing it over with the others. The action left him clad in boxers, which clearly showed how much he’d enjoyed their “show.” Axel thought for a brief moment before shoving Roxas against the wall, but not as to hurt him. He then sandwiched you between him and Roxas, thrusthing his hips against yours, which in turned thrust yours against Roxas’s. The three of you moaned as you felt both Roxas’s and Axel’s erections pressing against both sides of your lower half.
“Lean forward and kiss Roxas,” Axel breathed heavily into your ear as you obliged in his request, pressing your lips to Roxas’s as his tongue infiltrated your mouth almost immediately. Axel leaned forward, moving your hair aside to bite gently across the nape of your neck. You moaned into the kiss, placing one hand on Roxas’s shoulder and the other reaching back to rub up and down Axel’s bicep gently. He looked down to see your foot hooking around his ankle to pull him closer. He moved his leg as he straightened yours, lifting the skirt enough to hook his fingers around the elastic of your panties and pull them down to your sock-clad ankles. Where your shoes had gone, ha had no idea, but they weren’t there and that’s as much as he knew. You kicked your panties off as Axel moved to make his next order, wrapping his arms around your torso.
“Rox, lift up the front of her skirt for me,” he muttered, nipping gently at the back of your neck. Roxas did so, lifting your skirt up and holding it against your abdomen as Axel’s hand curled around to your front to place a long, sensual stroke at your entrance you clutched at Axel’s upper arm and Roxas’s shoulder, moaning against Roxas’s cheek. “Yeah, that’s it, moan for me again…” He pushed his thumb against the bundle of nerves that almost brought you to your knees, actually crying out against Roxas’s cheek before he swallowed it with another mind-blowing kiss. Axel’s fingers slowly thrust in and out of your body as your hand left his bicep to clutch at Roxas’s shoulders as the two of you kissed, a feverish underdone lying in the slow and deliberate movement of lips against one another. Roxas couldn’t tear his eyes away from the site of his best friend’s fingers thrusting in and out of his girlfriend, coated in the liquid she produced. It had to be the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
“Alright, sweetheart, I think it’s time Roxas and I get something out of this,” Axel chuckled, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimpered against Roxas’s lips at the sudden loss of fulfillment. He pulled back and took you with him, forcing you onto your hands and knees on the ground so that you were facing him.
“Roxas, kneel behind her.” Roxas knelt, the sight of her skirt hiked up her ass to reveal the smooth skin beneath it turning him on more than he could ever put into words. The smooth curve of her bottom that led into her legs—it was enough to drive him wild. Axel hurriedly worked on removing his boxers before tossing them to the side, shuddering softly as the cold air came in contact with his heated penis.
“Roxas, you don’t have to remove your clothes all the way, but just pull your pants and underwear down to your knees.” Roxas was a step ahead of him as he shoved his pants and boxers down his knees, awaiting his next instructions as he tried not to jack off to the view up your skirt.
“Have you ever given Roxas head?” He was referring to you and you nodded shyly. What kind of question was that? You and Roxas hadn’t gone as far as sex before, but yeah, you’d given him oral. Hell, you’d probably given him oral more times than you’d made out, for that matter.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, it’s only natural if you two’ve been going out for a while,” Axel laughed quietly. Roxas blushed at the memory, his erection twitching in need of attention. Whatever Axel was planning, he better plan faster; he was getting really impatient really fast. Axel’s hand tilted your chin up to place a brief kiss at your lips before his hand positioned itself at the base of your skull, pulling you down so that you were face-to-head with his pulsating member.
“Just do as I say and you’ll be fine; Roxas and I probably have different kinks when it comes to blow jobs,” Axel murmured next to your ear before he turned to Roxas. “Just sit tight, Rox, I’ll get you started in a minute.” You’d taken the liberty of licking tentatively up and down the length of his erection teasingly, too unsure to try anything that you’d done with Roxas. After all, he’d even said that he and Roxas had different turn-ons.
“Axel, don’t make her do anything she’s uncomfortable with,” Roxas ordered sternly, his hand moving up and down your thigh comfortingly. Axel smiled at his best friend, nodding.
“I’m not in the business of rape, Roxas. All she has to do is tell me to stop and I’ll listen, okay?” He said that to both of you as you looked up at him and nodded, a smile on your face. Axel kissed your nose affectionately before nodding to you. You got the general message and headed southward again, ending your movement with a delicate kiss to the head of his penis. Axel paused for a moment, staring at nothing in particular as if he were thinking.
“Take the head into your mouth and suck while you use your hands on the rest. I won’t make you deep-throat me or anything since Roxas would kill me if I choked you to death.” You obliged, taking the head into your mouth and sucking it like a straw, your hands shifting position so that you could lift one up to wrap your hand around him moving up and down slowly to create some ghostly shadow of a rhythm to go by. “Yeah… that’s a good girl…” he moaned, stroking your hair softly. Roxas swallowed hard, listening to the sound of his girlfriend’s mouth wrapped intimately around his best friend, the sound alone enough to have him come right then and there, but the mental image was overwhelming.
“Axel?” Axel’s eye cracked open to look at Roxas, and then he remembered that he’d promised Roxas some action. No time like the present…
“Alright, Rox, your turn to get some attention. I know this might be kind of a weird position for you, but see if you can get inside her from behind. Not anal… This is her first time and that might take some getting used to,” Axel explained, his hand stilling at the base of your skull to keep you in place. Roxas nodded, grabbing his dick and moving forward so that it was underneath you. He moved around, trying to find the entrance to your vagina as he blushed, not only from the heat, but from the embarrassment of not being able to find the aforementioned spot.
“Mmph, Rothcksas!” came your muffled call from around Axel. From that sound, he knew he’d found it.
“See how wet she is? It shouldn’t be too hard to slide in there.” Roxas nodded and slowly pushed his hips forward and upward, gritting his teeth and moaning at the sensation of warm, wet muscle tightening around him. He would’ve pitched the idea sooner if he’d known how good it would feel. At the sensation of a thick intrusion entering your body, you faltered for a moment, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of Axel’s cock. Axel released a loud moan, fisting a section of your hair.
“Do that again!” he insisted. You blinked awkwardly, but obeyed, scraping your bottom row of teeth against the underside. His hips bucked as he tossed his head back and moaned. He liked teeth action? You smirked; that wouldn’t be too hard to work in. You continued to suck, taking in a bit more of him while occasionally adding in a scraping of teeth here and there. Meanwhile, Roxas had begun to move, thrusting his hips at a quicker tempo than that of your sucking. You quickly adjusted the pace to match with Roxas’s thrusting, delicately running your fingertips over what wasn’t in your mouth.
“Ooh, yeah… you’re such a good girl…” Axel crooned, his hand returning to stroking your hair as Roxas, once again, sped up. You never missed a beat, speeding up with him as Roxas leaned forward, sweat-drenched torso against your damp back as he placed a kiss at the nape of your neck before sitting up again to return to his thrusting.
Orgasms approached quickly, and the three of you could feel the others as well as yourselves, and that’s when things began to get frantic. Roxas’s thrusting held a desperate undertone as he held your hips white-knuckled, thrusting as hard as he could. In turn, you took in as much of Axel as you could without deep-throating him and sucked hard, moaning around him at the sensation of being filled. Axel came close from the vibration alone, but the added sucking had him seeing stars before he could count to ten. He ejaculated and you immediately backed off, catching a face full of semen. It splattered across your cheeks and mouth, narrowly avoiding your eye as the redhead in front of you fell lax against the ground, breathing heavily. At that moment, Roxas leaned forward and grabbed your shoulders and turned you around so that you were sitting in his lap, that is, before he pinned you to the ground and proceeded to pile-drive you into the concrete. He lifted your legs over his shoulders as he thrust fast and hard.
“Roxas!” you cried as orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, crashing you to the shore and leaving you breathless and feeling distinctly like a stick made of play-dough. Roxas managed to get in a few more thrusts before coming, the loud call of your name torn ungracefully from his lips as he collapsed against you.
Silence coated the room like a viscous muck, although it was a comfortable silence. The three of you lie there, spent and tired, without bothering to get up and get cleaned up.
“You know, (First Name), you look like a can of mayo exploded in your face.” You snorted at Axel’s comment.
“That’s your fault.” The three of you broke into shy laughter, which slowly died off into another comfortable silence, that is, before Axel spoke again.
“So, Roxas, are you up for switching positions?”