It'd all started with a simple question, and he hadn't seen the glint in the musician's eyes, "Shall we dance?"
Roxas had agreed to Demyx's request, albeit awkwardly. He was used to the sitar players odd bahaviours and knew by now to expect the unexpected from him. True enough, they had danced to the full meaning of what Roxas had been expecting, swaying to unheard music in the halls of the castle that never was.
Demyx was thought to be slightly crazy by the others, but he was an artist and aren't they all a little insane? Roxas had always thought so. The dancing began to get a little out of hand when the musician pushed the smaller blond up against his doorframe, and that's when Roxas finally noticed that things were not as they seemed.
"Y'wanna... have a little fun?" the dirty blond whispered, licking his lips. Roxas blinked and felt a blush spread over his cheeks. He wasn't used to anyone but Axel making advances on him, and even with the redhead he tended to get embarrassed.
"You're horny..." he stated. Demyx nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, and you're really cute, Roxy~ Mm, I could eat you up..." he murmured, kissing the younger boy's lips lightly. Roxas sighed, feeling his body begin to respond.
"Sure..." he gave in. The sitar player happily opened the door they'd been leaning against and dragged Roxas through the threshold. He sat the blond on the edge of his bed, locked his door, and turned back to him. "Demyx...?"
"Mm, gotta make you hot too..." the musician replied. He danced some more, though this dancing was of a particularly lewd manner. Roxas felt his pants tighten, skin heat, blush intensify... he groaned when Demyx pried his gloves off with his teeth and unzipped his coat to an unheard beat.
"Nnn..." he moaned when Demyx started to peel off his clothing, hugging himself in a sensual way, swaying his hips suggestively. Roxas couldn't take it much longer. He stood and began to take his own clothing off, though not in as poetic a way as the water mage had done.
It wasn't long before they were both nude, hard, and at the ready. Roxas was about to latch onto the taller boy but the usually wimpy guy showed a bit of his more dominant side, pinning Roxas to the bed with ease.
He held Roxas' wrists to the mattress, grinding their hips together, gasping at the friction between their cocks. Roxas moaned his name, trying to break free from the older boy's hold. Demyx fought the younger down, humming something low in his throat. He pushed Roxas towards the headboard, straddling him, nipping his neck. Lavishing the smaller boy with love bites and kisses while their throbbing cocks made electricity fly.
"Mmn, no wonder Axel... wants you so much..." Demyx commented. Roxas blushed brighter, biting his lip. Almost calmly, Demyx reached over, rummaged in his nightstand for lube, and began to cover two of his fingers with it.
Roxas prepared himself for an intrusion, but it never came. He watched as Demyx fingered himself, groaning each time the sitar player's cock brushed against his. When Demyx decided he was ready, he slicked Roxas' erection down, and began to sheath the length of it. He sighed, letting the younger boy fill him.
"Nngh..." Roxas mumbled incoherently. He hadn't been expecting this... The taller boy encased him completely, and then began to bounce on his cock rapidly, making little mewling noises and gasps that made Roxas' desire grow in a way that seemed exponential. "So... tight..." he managed, Demyx smirked.
"You're really good yourself, Roxy..." he sighed. He angled Roxas' cock within him just right, and had to keep himself from screaming from the sheer pleasure of having his prostate hit repeatedly.
It wasn't long before they both came, moaning the other's name. In the afterglow, Roxas smiled up at the wilting mohawk. Demyx smiled tiredly back.
"That was nice." he whispered.
"We should do it again some time."
"Yeah. Maybe invite Axel in on it," the younger added, "He'd probably go for it, the kinky bastard." At that, Demyx laughed.