Banana Split [Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Roxas, NC-17]

Title: Banana Split
Author/Artist:

de_yaten
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual situations, improper use of whipped cream, no beta. Bondage.
Summary: "Look, it's a Roxas sundae!"
Prompt: Axel/Roxas: Whipped cream - "I'll make you regret ever saying that"
A/N: ... ... no research went into the making of this porn. XD

Axel sighed and looked down at Roxas, who was currently pouting with eyes averted, and refusing to speak.

Of course, the boy had a reason to pout - a good one, too. He was currently spread eagle on the bed, tied with perfect Boy Scout knots at each of his ankles and wrists. But it wasn't like he hadn't been asking for it. "Let's try something new," he told Axel, "maybe bondage?" Of course, Roxas had assumed Axel would be the one in bondage - Roxas usually topped, and Axel usually obliged, and he had assumed this time wouldn't be any different...

So, naturally, when Axel took the opportunity of Roxas pausing to examine the rope he had looped around the posts of the bed to pounce, pin Roxas to the bed and knot the rope against his arms.... Roxas was less than pleased. So less than pleased, in fact, that Axel suffered a swift kick to the gut - but that was easily remedied with the ropes that were wrapped around the bottom posts. Roxas was even more pissed at that new restriction - but Axel had been practicing knots all week, and there was nothing he could do other than pout and refuse to even look the redhead in the eye. Which was a task, considering Axel was sitting on Roxas' stomach, precariously close to the nude blonde's limp member. (Which, Axel thought, would have to be remedied if this was going to work at all in his favor.)

"Roxas."

No response.

"Roxas."

Still nothing. Maybe a deeper pout and a more intense "I am not looking at you" face, but not even so much as a glance in Axel's direction.

"Roxas, if you don't answer me right now, I am going to leave you tied up and inform Larxene just who it was that stole her favorite porno mag the other day."

"... What?" Still not looking at him, but it was a start.

"Why are you so mad? You said you wanted to try something kinky..." Axel emphasized kinky by tweaking Roxas' nipples, earning him a yelp and a cold glare, finally in his direction.

"You know why I'm mad, idiot! I didn't want to be the one tied up!" He tugged at his bonds, pursing his lips. "If you untie me right now, I might consider still doing this with you. If not, well... I won't be responsible if you can't walk for the next couple days."

Axel raised an eyebrow. While a pissed off Roxas was certainly nothing to mess with, a pissed off Roxas was usually not naked, helpless, and tied to a bed. And he was only going to live once, right? (Though, if Roxas' current state of mind was any indication, he probably wouldn't live very long past the moment the blonde got out of the ropes..)

"You know," Axel drawled, waiting for the exact moment Roxas realized he wasn't getting out of this easily, "I've always wanted to try that whole, 'eating off your lover's body' thing. You up for it?"

Axel smiled at the resulting buck, growl, and completely blatant threat to Axel's life and favorite appendage. "I'll take that as a yes!" He leapt off Roxas, and hummed absently as he tightened the knots around Roxas' arms and legs - just in case, of course.

He ignored the sharp cry Roxas made as he headed out the door.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, sugar, I'm just going to grab something to eat from the kitchen."

---

Roxas decided that starting now and continuing forever until he died, that he hated whipped cream. Especially the kind that came in a can.

And not just because Axel had wasted a can of the good whipped cream (brand name, not generic!) by spraying it all over him - that fact that it was cold and just felt weird was bad enough, but when Axel had taken to lapping it off of him, lick by lick like a freaking cat, is what really sealed his hatred for the stuff. And really, it was bad enough that he was tied up against his will, covered in whipped cream and getting licked from head to toe - almost literally; Axel hadn't dared to touch Roxas' feet, he had learned his lesson about Roxas being tickled equaling Axel getting his ass kicked long before. What was worse than all of that was the fact that it was turning him... well, very hard.

So hard, in fact, that Axel gleefully pointed it out while spritzing two dollops on each side of his erect member.

"Hah, look! It's a Roxas sund-"

"If you finish that sentence, I'm going to kill you. Just... fuck," He thrust his hips up, trying to get some friction. "Just fucking do it already."

Axel pouted, but obligingly took Roxas into his mouth, grinning a bit at the hitch in the boy's breath. He drew back, holding down Roxas' hips against the sudden buck.

"A-Axel..." He tried to buck, again, but Axel held firm. "C'mon, I need... I need to..."

Axel wiped a bit of whipped cream from his lips and grinned. "Nope, not tonight."

Roxas' eyes widened, and a low, long half-whine, half-sob bubbled out. "Wha--"

Axel shrugged, cutting him off.

"I told you I'd make you regret that crack about my hair yesterday."

He stood up, taking a moment to spritz a dollop of whipped cream on each of Roxas' nipples.

"Let's hope that stuff doesn't harden overnight, it'd be a bitch to scrub off. Oh well! See ya in the morning, Rox."