[Please never tell him about Saix. Even if the man was Isa now, there were times where Roxas still wasn’t sure how he should be around the blue haired man. Knowing that his former ally-to-enemy-to-ally was pretty much a go to partner for Xemnas might just strain the fragile relationship more. Though Roxas knew that strength wise he could outmatch Isa. He’d proven it before. It was more of the matter of obvious size difference and upsetting his other two friends if a rift were to occur. Their little strange family didn’t need a rift.
At least Roxas would pride himself with the fact that once he was more experienced, he would not be the completely subservient partner one would hope for. He’d be clear in voicing what he wanted and learn how to get it. Being bottom would be fine as long as he could assure his own needs were also met and it wouldn’t be one sided. If there was something Roxas hated, it was being used. He’d refuse to let that ever happen again.
That request made the blond tilt his head. Xemnas wanted to be called Superior? Roxas had no idea what kinks were, but if he did, this would be one. Potentially. To him right now it seemed like a strange request till he was on his back and looking up at the other. His heart was thudding like crazy with the voice and view change, hands roaming along parts of Roxas he didn’t know could be so sensitive.
He would have nodded if the assault of kisses didn’t still his tongue. His own hands roamed over Xemnas’ shoulders only for them to end up wrapped up in the silver white tresses. The feeling of that silkiness between his fingers just added to what they were doing. Roxas found himself panting and wanting more, letting his Superior do what he wished, as long as the contact remained. Skin on skin, lips against lips. It didn’t matter. He just wanted more. He was back to almost not caring how lewd and high pitched he sounded with the attention. And he’d get more if he said a certain word.
The swearing made his cheeks flush. Hot air against his ear causing a shiver to run up his spine. The worst words he was used to were things like “damn” and “hell”. To be called a fuckbird felt… not insulting. He didn’t know how to describe it, but it wasn’t insulting. That train of thought could be followed later as he went back to focusing on what was at hand. Xemnas wanted something from him. The blond bit his lip hard as he calmed his heart just enough to be able to voice those words. He forced his eyes to look at Xemnas’ as he opened his mouth.]
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At least Roxas would pride himself with the fact that once he was more experienced, he would not be the completely subservient partner one would hope for. He’d be clear in voicing what he wanted and learn how to get it. Being bottom would be fine as long as he could assure his own needs were also met and it wouldn’t be one sided. If there was something Roxas hated, it was being used. He’d refuse to let that ever happen again.
That request made the blond tilt his head. Xemnas wanted to be called Superior? Roxas had no idea what kinks were, but if he did, this would be one. Potentially. To him right now it seemed like a strange request till he was on his back and looking up at the other. His heart was thudding like crazy with the voice and view change, hands roaming along parts of Roxas he didn’t know could be so sensitive.
He would have nodded if the assault of kisses didn’t still his tongue. His own hands roamed over Xemnas’ shoulders only for them to end up wrapped up in the silver white tresses. The feeling of that silkiness between his fingers just added to what they were doing. Roxas found himself panting and wanting more, letting his Superior do what he wished, as long as the contact remained. Skin on skin, lips against lips. It didn’t matter. He just wanted more. He was back to almost not caring how lewd and high pitched he sounded with the attention. And he’d get more if he said a certain word.
The swearing made his cheeks flush. Hot air against his ear causing a shiver to run up his spine. The worst words he was used to were things like “damn” and “hell”. To be called a fuckbird felt… not insulting. He didn’t know how to describe it, but it wasn’t insulting. That train of thought could be followed later as he went back to focusing on what was at hand. Xemnas wanted something from him. The blond bit his lip hard as he calmed his heart just enough to be able to voice those words. He forced his eyes to look at Xemnas’ as he opened his mouth.]
You’re my Superior.