[They've only been doing this for minutes, but honestly at this point it feels as if they've been on this damn couch for hours, messing with each other while the night carries on. There's nothing wrong with that, no, but...it really is surreal to him. This is something that other people do. People like some of his friends in the dome, the ones who are actually capable of love--
So how did he get here just like them?
As he thinks it he just keeps going, moving his hips a little more hastily which causes the fabric of their clothes to push down and his arousal press against Wolfram's stomach. Axel pauses then, pulling away from the kiss to leave them only a couple of centimeters from touching, but then, remembering what Wolfram told him--don't stop--he keeps going, this time hooking his fingers into the back of the other's pants to pull them down, well past his thighs and to his knees.]