[Another change of position. Roxas feels caged in now, yet he doesn’t move. Wondering vaguely what was next. Their conversation had turned to Xion so he doesn’t know what this was going to lead to, though he hopes it leads to some form of release. There was no way he could go outside in an aroused state like this without discomfort. Nor could he think of how to explain this in any way to Xion with lust filled thoughts clouding rationality.
The grip on his hip makes the blond bite down on his lip to keep any noise from slipping out. It felt strangely good. There would be a bruise later. Would he heal it? Who knows. He might just keep it and let his fingers run over the tender skin to see if that would elicit the same feeling.]
Our connection helps us know where the other is… we don’t use it often, unless one of us in in danger…
[Xion might think these heightened emotions were danger. Roxas does still have some lingering fears deep down about all of this. If this was okay. If this was going to end bad. That he would end up hurt somehow, not just by Xemnas, but by the others as well. Those fears shouldn’t be strong enough to trigger his best friend to come for him, though. So why?
That would not be something he’s allowed to dwell on. His arms are taken, and a panic starts rearing its head. Not at the suddenness of overly warm body parts against his own skin, filling his nose with a scent he can’t explain but leaves his stomach roiling in a heat of its own. No. This panic came from something else. And it quickly leads to irritation that changes his expression from fear to a low anger.]
…. [No answer yet as he intentionally rolls his face away from the cock, feeling the tip drag against his cheek. There’s still a glower in his eyes as he glances at Xemnas.]
No. Not unless you let go of my arms. [To add weight to that, he tries to pull out of the grip.] I’ve let you have your way with what we've been doing, but I don’t like this.
[This was too controlling. He’d been more patient letting the other man have control over their activities, and now a line has been crossed in the younger man’s mind.]
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The grip on his hip makes the blond bite down on his lip to keep any noise from slipping out. It felt strangely good. There would be a bruise later. Would he heal it? Who knows. He might just keep it and let his fingers run over the tender skin to see if that would elicit the same feeling.]
Our connection helps us know where the other is… we don’t use it often, unless one of us in in danger…
[Xion might think these heightened emotions were danger. Roxas does still have some lingering fears deep down about all of this. If this was okay. If this was going to end bad. That he would end up hurt somehow, not just by Xemnas, but by the others as well. Those fears shouldn’t be strong enough to trigger his best friend to come for him, though. So why?
That would not be something he’s allowed to dwell on. His arms are taken, and a panic starts rearing its head. Not at the suddenness of overly warm body parts against his own skin, filling his nose with a scent he can’t explain but leaves his stomach roiling in a heat of its own. No. This panic came from something else. And it quickly leads to irritation that changes his expression from fear to a low anger.]
…. [No answer yet as he intentionally rolls his face away from the cock, feeling the tip drag against his cheek. There’s still a glower in his eyes as he glances at Xemnas.]
No. Not unless you let go of my arms. [To add weight to that, he tries to pull out of the grip.] I’ve let you have your way with what we've been doing, but I don’t like this.
[This was too controlling. He’d been more patient letting the other man have control over their activities, and now a line has been crossed in the younger man’s mind.]