Oh, God.

Roxas woke up, his nerve endings all on fire. The phone was ringing annoyingly. 9:47 P.M., and he was slightly awake now. He answered the phone sleepily, hiccuping one as he said 'hello'. A soothing voice on the other end said, "Aw, Rox, hope I didn't wake you up." An image of a redheaded man with spiky hair dressed in his boxers greeted him, not an unpleasant sight at all. Roxas pushed a hand through messy blonde hair as he said, "No, you woke me up, but I'm kind of alive now, so if you wanna talk we can." He smiled to himself.

"I just wanted to call you to tell you I miss you, and I'll be home tomorrow afternoon." Roxas felt gleeful that Axel was returning from a seminar on banking, and he looked forward to finally hugging the redhead, and possibly doing more than hugging ..

"I miss you too, Axel .. I miss your lips, and your arms, and-" Phone sex had never been one of Roxas's strong points. He blinked twice and felt blood rushing to his face as Axel laughed seductively. "Go on, Roxie, and I'll tell you what I miss about you." Roxas gulped and said in a tiny voice, "Uhm, oh-okay, Axel."

He breathed in deep and started. "I-I miss your arms, and your lips, an-and your body. And .. and .. eh-heh, I miss your dick too." The last part was said in a rush. Axel laughed again and drawled, "What did you say, Roxie? I didn't hear you." Roxas made a startled giggle, waited a few moments, and said in a very soft voice, "I-I-I .. miss .. your .. dick .."

He felt agonizingly tortured as Axel laughed in a cat-caught-the-canary way. "I miss yours too, Roxie," he purred breathily. "I miss the way your face gets when I touch you." Roxas made a small whimpering sound at that, a large bulge rising in his front. His breath hitched in his throat as he nervously put his hand down his boxers as Axel listened to him. "Go ahead and do what I know you're gonna do, Roxas. We have all night," he said, emphasizing the 'all night' part in a leisurely tone.

"A-Axel?" he asked after a moment. "Hm?" the redhead asked, attentive. "C-could you help me, please?" he asked timidly, his hand stroking the throbbing member tenatively as Axel let out a throaty laugh which helped his stroking slightly. "Hm .. help you? Ah, Roxie. I could do it .. but for a price, of course." Axel said. Roxas let out another whimper. "You have to be completely submissive to me. Which includes wearing that corset-underwear set I got you for your birthday last year."

Roxas felt it was a pretty fair trade; sex for dressing up. It wasn't tht bad, it was just that the corset was a fucking frilly mess from the deepest realms of hell. He nearly cringed at the idea of wearing that monstrous thing, but the fear subsided and he concentrated on Axel's voice, crooning dirty things he could never say out loud, as he nearly rubbed his dick raw with the sheer force he was exerting on the warm, hard skin.

"Axel," he called out hoarsely as he came violently in his hands, soaking his boxers in the fluids. He clenched his teeth with the rapture he felt as Axel listened to him. "I'm glad I could be of service .." The redhead said evilly. Roxas could almost see his glinting emerald eyes sparkling deviously. The blonde managed a weak laugh. "Dammit, jerking off take the life out of me sometimes." He said. Axel laughed. "But not as much as I'll take the energy out of you, Rox." Roxas blushed crimson at the thought.

"Oh, and Rox?"

"Er, yeah?"

"You still have to wear the corset."

Fuck in a bucket.

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A/N: Its been a while since I wrote. Goddamn, I am off my game.