the rest to follow soon~~~ haha sorry i wanted to actually get this done yesterday but the day unexpected turned busy. one down, three to go. wait. three? three? i think so. w/e i’m doing all of them so whatever that number is lmao.
i want to get one more posted today, mmmmmaaaaaaaybe two. idk we’ll see where the night takes us. anyway, here’s our first request:
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“AXEL/Owen :D”
Warnings: HEAVY SLASH BEHIND THE CUT
Owen had him against the wall, and Axel nearly purred as he grinded against him, his head rolling back in pleasure. Owen’s hands were tangled in blond hair and his mouth was on the soft, fair skin of Axel’s neck, and he could feel every noise that rumbled out of him, and it made his lips buzz pleasantly. Owen pulled back momentarily and let Axel’s head fall back down, and he didn’t have to look at those flushed cheeks and slightly parted mouth and half-mast eyes for long to want to dive in again. Their lips crashed together and Axel’s hands shot up to Owen’s face to pull him closer, always closer, it never seemed like they could ever be close enough.
Owen was too lost in the way their teeth clacked together as they tried to drive the kiss deeper and deeper, and how Axel’s fingertips curled against the nape of his neck dug in and kept him right there on him, and he didn’t even realize when they moved away from the wall or how they managed to stay together the entire time. But he was suddenly guiding them over to the couch, yes, the couch, because the bed was in the next room over and that was way too fucking far away right then. So he pushed Axel down on the couch, and he had to stand back and just watch how he landed for a second because shit.
Axel was on his back now, and his hair was doing this weird wavy, flippy thing, and Owen didn’t know how hair could even look that perfectly tousled and how it could cover one eye just so. The eye that wasn’t covered was narrowed and looking at him hungrily, and under Owen’s gaze Axel started blinking almost coquettishly, and a smirk played across his face. He had his arms held up by his head, and they framed his face perfectly and Owen couldn’t help just looking. Axel didn’t seem to mind, because he looked right back up at him, and suddenly his tongue darted out from his slightly parted mouth, and he licked his lips.
“Fuck,” Owen breathed. Axel just laughed as he proceeded to center himself on top of the blond, and Owen straddled his hips and immediately began unbuttoning Axel’s pants. Axel followed suit and his hands went to Owen’s zipper, and his breath hitched as the boy’s hands gently brushed against his crotch.
Owen didn’t try to take off Axel’s shirt, but he lifted it up a little bit over his stomach, just enough so he could see the vague line of the bottom of his rib cage, and how his hip bones jutted forward from his lower abdomen. Axel also began pawing at the hem of Owen’s shirt, and Owen smirked. He pulled down Axel’s pants first, shifting around and yanking them far enough down his legs to let the blond kick them off the rest of the way, then his shirt was over his head and flung across the room as fast as humanly possible (maybe even a little more so than that).
Axel was already hard, and he touched himself as he watched Owen pull his pants down, and he let out a needy whine. Owen didn’t even bother with trying to pull them down the rest of the way.
He moaned in anticipation and hurriedly stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them as quickly as he could before taking them back out and reaching down between Axel’s legs.
Axel hummed when the first finger went inside of him. It didn’t take long for him to utter a breathless “More,” and it took even less time for Owen to comply with his other finger.
Owen fingered him for as long as he could wait, and it seemed so long before Axel finally shuddered and moaned, “Oh god, Owen, just fucking do it, hurry.” Owen was overjoyed to do just that. He had already been stroking his own cock, slick with his own precome, and he wasted no time in taking his fingers out and hunching over to aim himself.
He pushed himself inside, and Axel let in a sharp intake of air, breathing it out as a pleasurable groan. Owen moved slowly at first, and he moved a hand down to shoo Axel’s hand away from himself only to replace it with his own, and he started jerking the blond off in time with his movements. Axel’s hands went back up to either side of his head, and his face was framed again, framed as if he had been waiting his entire life just to have Owen look at him.
So Owen did just that, and he just looked at Axel and nothing on God’s green earth could have ever convinced him to look away.
As his thrusts began to pick up speed, Owen felt compelled to move his hands up, and he met Axel’s hands and intertwined their fingers together, so he could shift his weight forward be right there. Right there on top of him, making him the only thing Owen could even see. So there were no distractions as Axel came and he could just watch his lips forming Owen’s name over and over again, and see his hands squeezing the ever-loving life out of Owen’s as if it was the last thing he was ever going to hold onto. There were no distractions and Owen could come too, they could both just roll right over the edge and not give a damn about anything else in the world.
When they both had finished and were just lying there panting, Owen propped himself up a little and watched Axel’s eyes begin to narrow drowsily.
“There’s not enough room to fall asleep on here, you know.”
Axel raised an eyebrow and smirked a little. “Not if I push you off onto the floor.”
Owen laughed and kissed Axel on the forehead. Axel smiled.
And then he pushed Owen off onto the floor.
