Sweet Surrender

Title: Sweet Surrender




Author: Cold Silence




E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com




Pairings: Sora x Roxas (This fic was written a loooooong time ago before BHK's real name was revealed. It has recently been updated and edited.)




Warnings: Story contains sex, bondage, and The Black Kupo. It was written for a Kingdom Hearts roleplay, therefore some elements may not make too much sense. But hey, at least the sex is kinda good?




For anyone who's interested, here is some backstory in this fic: I was once a part of a really messed up storyline where Roxas separated from Sora and lived with a sliver of Sora's heart. They had a connection where they could feel each other, but as time went by and Roxas gained more experiences and his own friends, that sliver became its own true heart with its own special memories. This caused him to lose his almost telekinetic connection with Sora.




Roxas took it pretty hard. He just wanted to be a part of Sora to the bitter end, but Sora didn't want things to be that way because he saw what a beautiful person Roxas had become. Eventually, the only way Roxas could get back some of the connection they had was through intimacy, and that got very ugly, very fast. They had a lot of unsatisfying nights and Sora almost always had an excuse to dodge sexual encounters. It became especially complicated when Kairi entered the scene, because Sora loved her and Roxas was deathly jealous.




Eh, there's more but it would take forever to explain. The "Buddy" referred to in this fic is Sora when he became heartless, Asher is this gary stu we had, yadda yadda. Let's get to the porn!




Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts, Chain of Memories, Kingdom Hearts II and all of its characters are property of Tetsuya Nomura. Lucky bastard.




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Sweet Surrender




       
Night had fallen over Disney Castle, signaling a close to the daily hustle and bustle that usually crowded its marble corridors. The mops returned themselves to their closets, the teapots settled down inside the cabinets, the bluebirds snuggled together in their nests, and if Roxas was lucky tonight, he'd get a little of his own cuddling as well.




       
Not for the first time, Roxas wondered if he should get a girlfriend instead of bothering Sora on nights like this, when he was restless, lonely and feeling more than a little horny. The last time they'd been together was a week ago, when the Ruby Rose landed with the remaining heroes of the Final Battle. However, what they did could hardly be called real sex, and Sora had acted a little weird near the end, as if he didn't enjoy it.




       
That really irked Roxas. He'd show that Keyblade Master how good it could be! After all, wasn't he the "Royal Concubine" now? Maybe not officially, but between himself and Sora, they could keep their little secrets away from everyone else. Especially his mom. Their mom. That thought made Roxas smile a little. Being apart couldn't be so bad, not as long as they continued to blend pieces of their lives. Tonight, he hoped to share a little something more.




       
Upon reaching the King's bedroom - gah, Sora was a king, go figure - Roxas wasted no time simply opening the door without a knock. He didn't care if he was being rude; it would be a long time before he even dreamed of treating Sora like anything close to royalty.




       
Sora. How much he had changed. In the days that followed their arrival to Disney Kingdom, his features transformed more and more. Though his hair was spiky as ever, their tips were colored a very deep shade of red, and the brown that surrounded them had darkened to a tint closer to black. Perhaps the most startling thing about him nowadays were his eyes, which had shifted to a startling hue of light green. No longer existing as one person, Sora had blended with Asher; both combining to create something of Darkness and Light - a balance. Surely, however, pieces of Sora were still there, in the soft looks that Roxas sometimes caught, in the cheeky smiles, in the way he was lying stomach first in bed now, wearing purple pajamas and reading what appeared to be a pamphlet. Probably a comic book.




       
"What are you doing?" Roxas asked conversationally, while turning the bolts that would lock the door behind him. It wouldn't be very nice for someone to walk in on them after all. Once he was sure that there wouldn't be any interruptions, the blonde proceeded to stride towards the bed. Kings clearly got the king-sized ones; therefore there was more than enough space for two there.




       
If Sora was annoyed or surprised by Roxas's sudden visitation, he didn't show it. One would even think by the casual way he closed the book and lifted it over his shoulder for the intruder to peruse that he was actually expecting it. "Pamphlet on Clockwork Town. Doesn't tell you much."




       
Clockwork Town? After settling into the mattress next to the other boy, Roxas snatched the reading material out of his hands and opened it. He was greeting with several bits of boring information concerning stock prices, trade, international policy - ugh. He couldn't believe the king was reading this stuff. The Sora he knew wouldn't be able to stand any of it. Then again, he was a different person now, wasn't he? He shifted his gaze to the other boy, who had settled face first into his pillow. He worried if any of Asher's darkness had taken away the light that was reserved for him. "If you read this crap before going to bed, you'll get ulcers."




       
Sora chuckled as he tucked his hands beneath his chin. "All it is, is just a bunch of numbers. That'll never make me sick." He looked up at Roxas, unaware of how his pale green eyes struck a chord in the other boy. They were just so different. "Did you come here to tell me something?"




       
"Can't I come see you without any reason? Or do I have to make an appointment now, your majesty." Roxas's voice held nothing but dry sarcasm in it.




       
"You never have before." Sora's brows drew together in suspicion. Roxas was up to something, and if he knew anything about the blonde, he could probably take a wild guess as to what this was all about.




       
"Nope." With that voiced sentiment, Roxas simply crawled over to Sora and laid himself out against the other boy's back. His arms curled around the other's shoulders, cupping them while he lowered his head to press a lingering kiss to their satin covering. He was never going to give up his unannounced visits, and while Sora wasn't in the presence of people he had to impress, Roxas wasn't going to treat him anything like royalty. Instead, Sora was simply going to be his brother, or Sora, his shy bedmate, and on those rare moments, he was Sora, his heart. Right now though, Sora the Love Slave was sounding like a very good description.




       
Tender kisses that spread to the nape of his neck caused Sora to shiver despite the warmth that he was feeling inside. Roxas bore down on his body, pressing a rather impressive erection against the cleft of his ass. It never ceased to amaze him how fast the blonde got hard. Little did he know that it was the sight of him laying in bed, as well as anticipation that had made Roxas's blood rush almost as soon as he stepped through the door. "Oh, that's what you wanted." Sora's voice lowered in volume, carrying with it a hint of amusement.




       
An unrepentant little smile stole across Roxas's face. "Turn over," he urged as he encouragingly rubbed the sides of Sora's arms.




       
"No." As if to add more defiance to his negative response, Sora turned his head away from the side that Roxas was trying to peek at him through.




       
"Fine, I can work this way too~" There was a little lilt to the end of Roxas's sentence that put Sora on edge, and justifiably so. In the next instant, a cool hand was stealing its way past the hem of his pajama pants, its fingers questing to dip between the valleys of his ass cheeks.




       
The recoil was instant. Roxas was tossed off Sora's back, which gave the king enough room to scurry off to the side while clutching his butt with one hand. There was a scandalized look on his face. "What were you doing!"




       
Roxas was not put off by the other's sudden reaction. Although pulling away was typical of Sora, he was sure that he could still coax the other boy into giving him what he wanted. "Devirgititizing you," Roxas answered with a leer.




       
"But I don't want to be devirgititized." Devirgititizing hurt, Sora was sure of that. Sure, it got better as time went on, but was it really worth all the pain and weirdness that came first? Sora didn't think so, which was why he continued to shy away from Roxas. "Besides, I was feeling kind of sleepy."




       
Sleepy? What kind of excuse was that? Now Roxas was just plain insulted. His cerulean eyes narrowed, and in the next instant he pounced Sora. The other boy barely had time to let out a choked "Aaaa!" of surprise before he was wrestled to the mattress and firmly straddled by the dual wielder. Sora's hands became pinned above his head, and a rather dangerous look from Roxas came to sizzle a few centimeters away from his face. "What's the matter? The last time wasn't good enough for you?"




       
A blush flourished across Sora's cheeks at those words. He had hoped that Roxas hadn't noticed his… dissatisfaction. It was a problem that he blamed more on himself than on the attractiveness, or effectiveness, of the other boy. "That's not it!"




       
"Then what is it?" Roxas asked in a softer, but stern voice. Although the answer was important, his growing interest in Sora's mouth made him release his wrists in favor of trapping that pouty lower lip. Mm, he tasted minty. Roxas decided that Sora's response could wait until morning, since he was currently engrossed in the exotic flavoring of the other's tongue.




       
He should really lay off the candy, thought Sora as he tasted sweet tarts in Roxas's spit. Honestly, if the other boy kept up this way then it wouldn't be long until he developed his first cavity. Further ruminations on this matter were chased away when Sora felt an insistent little shove of something hard against his abdomen. Apparently, Roxas wasn't taking no for an answer today, not that this was a bad thing.




       
Sora felt himself melting with the feeling of being completely wanted, causing his return kisses to become affectionate and lingering. When his shirt was pried away from his midrift, he helped pull the silky material upwards, fingers momentarily clashing with his lover's in the quest to find an edge to tug. The muscles of his stomach quivered in excitement with every rub of that crotch against it, and the titillating feeling escalated when Roxas unbuttoned his shorts and shuffled them low enough to expose his cock. The bare member was pressed needily against Sora's skin.




       
Something tells me that he wants me to touch it, Sora thought wryly. Well, who was he to deny the other boy his desires? His hands began to creep down the sides of the pale body before him, one palm stopping to brace against the curve of a hip while the other ghosted towards nether regions in order to give the skin there something to blush about. However, just as his fingers began to tickle the sides of a pair of dangling balls, Roxas smacked his hand away as if he had been caught reaching for the cookie jar.




       
"Mmph -- hey!"




       
Sora's uttered protest caused their lips to detach with a noisy smooch. Above him, Roxas's face didn't stray too far, but he drew back enough to make sure that his current lover got the full gist of what he had in mind tonight. "That is not going anywhere that isn't hot and wet." Get the hint? Roxas was tired of always jacking off in front of Sora. Tonight, he wanted a real penetration, something to mirror the way that he wanted to fit into the king's life. He didn't care if it turned out to be Sora's ass or his mouth, so long as one of his orifaces was christened with his juices by the end of the night. His next words were rumbled in a seductive purr, "And this time, you're staying your back, Keyblade Master."




       
Said Keyblade Master's mouth gaped open in response, but there was no denying the quiver of anxious anticipation that shook his body. "Y-You want.. aaa!"




       
Roxas felt that Sora was talking too much, so he reached between them to cup the bulge hidden beneath Sora's soft pajamas. He rubbed it enticingly through the silky material, causing his lover to writhe beneath him. Sora dug his heels into the bed and shamelessly lifted his pelvis into the touch, forceful enough to give the dual wielder a pony ride that went two inches off the bed. "Unn!"




       
The amount of Sora's eagerness surprised Roxas. Perhaps he hadn't been the only one wanting tonight. Excellent, that made things so much easier! A Sora that was ready and willing to submit himself for pleasure would be easy to conquer. When Roxas took his hand away from the other's crotch, the king deflated against the bed with a frustrated kick of his legs. The way his lips curved with that pouty look of disappointment was calling to Roxas's cock.




       
"You want more?" At Sora's hasty nod, Roxas climbed further up the supine body beneath him. His hands came to a repose against the headrest of the bed, knees spreading just beneath the other's armpits so that his hip could curve forwards and wave his erection at the king's face. "Suck it."




       
Sora narrowed his pale green eyes at the command, but before Roxas could think anything of it, his dick was caught in a rather good impression of the Hoover vacuum. Sora is getting really good at this! Roxas's eyes came to a close as he felt a tongue flutter against his slit before making a pass around the entire head and dipping past the inverted "v" of its underside. Really good. It wasn't long until he was bucking gently; his lukewarm thrusts held in place for an extra couple seconds every time a particularly good feeling settled in his groin. When Sora's hands crept beneath his shirt to flick at his nipples, he arched the small of his back at the electric pleasure that clouded his mind. "Hn-!"




       
Roxas clenched his teeth against the moans that wanted to escape, but his light grimace eventually shifted to an erotic smile. Ducking his head, his eyes opened a sliver so that he could see himself being sucked off by the other boy. "Sora," he murmured reverently, as if he were praying to a sacred angel. Love and fire traced up Roxas's shoulders as his shirt was scrunched and guided over his head, and then slid down his arms by hands that touched him with tenderness.




       
Sora's dark lashes fluttered upwards, allowing a lidded gaze to center on the one above him. His suckling changed to sweet, lingering kisses that could have easily been fitted over a mouth as much as a cock. His actions spoke of cherishing every part of the body his Roxas came packaged in. Roxas was so entranced by Sora's deep look and the light tonguing of his cock that he paid no attention to the errant jingle that sounded near the headboard. By the time he realized that it was impossible for Sora to jingle without wearing any of his chains or belts, it was too late. A pair of handcuffs was firmly clicked over his wrists.




       
The moment shattered with the strangled "What!" that tore from Roxas's mouth. He. Could. Not. Believe it! He tried to wrench his wrists free, which caused the metallic links to jangle noisily against the wood, but to no avail. Where did Sora get these from?! The only clue as to the answer of that question was the imprint of a moogle etched on both sides of the cuffs. Interestingly, white fuzz lined the interior of the manacles, suggesting that these weren't your every day kind of restraints. Roxas shot his gaze down to Sora, who had stopped his ministrations in favor of grinning mischievously. His green eyes were twinkling with an evil look.




       
The Halloween theme began to play.




       
"Okay, this isn't funny. You can take them off now, Sora." A jittery shake entered Roxas's voice. That bastard must have been hiding the handcuffs under his pillow the entire time! Several conspiracy theories began to swirl in the blonde's head. Sora had probably been waiting for him to come to his room all along. After all, the door had been unlocked, he agreed way too easily to his commands, and it was just too ingenious to hide the cuffs inside his own shirt - which still dangled over his wrists - as it was lifted over his head.




       
"Let me think on that." Sora paused dramatically. "Nope!" Wearing a big smile, he lifted Roxas off his body so that he could scoot out from beneath it.




       
It was all the blonde could do to keep the whine out of his voice. "This isn't fair! Why can't you just lie still for once?" Damn it, he was tired of being jacked off. In addition to that, he found that he was also frustrated from always coming out on the bottom of these encounters. Sora had to turn everything into a contest; and even in his past relationship with Buddy he had always come out on the PWNed side. These darker feelings made the captured boy vacillate between his fantasies of making love to a pliant Sora, to others of completely dominating the evil brat. Preferably while he was on his stomach, with his ass in the air.




       
"Don't worry, you said you wanted to be somewhere warm and wet, and that I should be on my back." Sora smiled rather congenially as he bent over the edge of the bed and retrieved a box that had been hidden on the floor beneath it.




       
Roxas tried to twist around to see what in the world the homohaired freak was up to. Oh no. Monopoly shaped boxes that stayed hidden in the bedchambers could only mean one thing. On the box's cover was the picture of a black moogle with a red pom pom, who was suggestively holding (or was it humping?) a rocket. Oh man.




       
When the lid was lifted, Roxas's face drained of all color. Inside was a lovely plethora of sex toys, all etched with the emblem of The Black Kupo. There were cock rings, nipple clamps, feathers, dildos, several plastic containers with mysterious liquid inside, butt plugs, ropes and other items that he did not wish to know what they were for. As IF he knows how to use ANY of those things! Roxas's errant thoughts colored his nervous laughter with growing panic. "S-Sora, you can't be serious!"




       
Sora lifted a miniature cat o' nine tails from the box and used it to give a brief but firm smack against Roxas's thigh. The blonde yelped and recoiled from the strike even though it didn't particularly hurt all that much. "Oh I think I'm pretty serious." There was humor in Sora's voice, which only intensified Roxas's worry.




       
What was he going to do? There had to be a key for the handcuffs somewhere, but knowing Sora, he was probably keeping it in his pants. When I get my hands on that whip I'll show HIM what it's for!!!! Roxas's plotting to escape this situation and get revenge was interrupted by a sudden darkness that fell over his eyes. "Hey - ey! Stop that! Don't put that on me!" He furiously tossed his head back and forth as Sora tried to tie a black blindfold over his eyes. No way! No way he was going to be blind for this! He needed to SEE what evil was going to be in store for him. Roxas's thrashing earned him another crack of the nine tails, this time across his left butt cheek. His breath was sucked in with a hiss. "DAMN IT SORA!!!"




       
"If you'd just behave then I wouldn't have to keep hitting you!" Sora thought that Roxas was being really, really difficult about this, so he decided to try a different tactic in order to coax him into playing the little game he had in mind. "Come on, it'll be fun." The growl he received from the blond almost made him change his mind. "Please? If you wear it, I won't use the whip anymore."




       
"You have to swear that you'll never use that thing again. Ever. Not now, not tomorrow, N E V E R."




       
A small pout formed at this demand, but Sora relented in the end. "Alright, I promise." Although Roxas was still looking rather disgruntled, Sora couldn't help smiling when he was finally able to firmly tie the blindfold over the other's eyes. Kisses were pressed to his lover's frowning mouth, though they did little to change the brooding expression. "It's alright, trust me." His fingers traced soothingly along the choppy layers of hair that felt artlessly past Roxas's ear. "I know why you came here."




       
He knew? Could Sora ever truly know what went on in Roxas's mind anymore? Contemplating this question caused Roxas's frown to melt into a blank look. He didn't come here to think of these things. He didn't come to think, period. Sora was reminded of this fact with his next impatient words, "So. Get on with it already."




       
Reduced to only his senses of hearing and touch, Roxas could only guess at what was going on beyond the blindfold. He felt the mattress dip, presumably because Sora went to get something from the box. Thinking of what was in store for him put Roxas on edge, and the tension that came from his anxiousness spiked even higher when Sora returned to whisper in his ear. "Lift up on your knees, and try to relax."




       
Suddenly, it was difficult to swallow. Roxas nodded faintly before lifting himself into the desired position. He guessed why Sora wanted him this way, and it made him realize that he'd never really been fucked by the other boy. Sure, it had been done once by Buddy, but this was someone totally different. Kind of. Right? He wasn't totally sure, however he knew that Sora would go about it in a totally new way. Maybe slower, making it last for hours..




       
Or maybe Sora had no clue what he was doing and this would turn out to be the worst fuck of his life. Roxas licked his lips in nervous anticipation. He felt a wet finger probe at his ass, which caused his hands to clench at the headrest even as he tried to relax. "S.. Sora, you know what you're doing right?"




       
"I have an idea," Sora answered with a subtle, playful undertone. There were Buddy's memories to guide him, but aside from that his creativity was all his own. His middle finger pushed all the way into Roxas and twisted to coat his insides with lubricant. The substance was cold, which caused the blonde's toes to twitch with discomfort. Roxas felt mild relief came when the digit was withdrawn from his ass, but he knew that reprieve would only be temporary; a lot more than that was needed to be fully prepared.




       
Unfortunately, what came next wasn't the recognized texture of Sora's skin, but the rounded end of something plastic and alien. Immediately, Roxas inched away from it before it could be shoved into his crevice. "WHAT is that?"




       
"Something nice." The blindfold was truly a stroke of genius, because it prevented Roxas from seeing the crazed grin of mischief on Sora's face. "You're only going to make it harder for yourself if you keep trying to get away."




       
"Forget it! You're not shoving anything up my - AAAA SORA DON'T YOU - GET OFF - YOU #$@#@!!!!" Roxas's protests dissolved into loud cursing during the minor scuffle that ensued. It was promised that the whip would no longer be used, therefore Sora had to subdue his victim by using other methods. Namely, by sitting on the back of Roxas's calves and holding his hips so that his ass stayed in the air.




       
Steadying the other's butt with one hand, Sora comically closed one eye and began to guide his new toy inside. Roxas's face was flushed from his recent struggling, and his breath quickened when he felt slippery plastic stretching his sphincter. Sora was putting a DILDO inside of him! He was going to kill him! He was going to murdalize him in his sleep! Yet, despite his crazed thoughts, he couldn't deny that being penetrated by the sex toy was reviving his flagging erection. It didn't hurt like Sora's cock would; the dildo was only slightly larger than his entrance and fit snugly inside his ass.




       
Unfortunately, Roxas's tenseness caused a vacuum effect inside his rectum. Sora had a momentary bought of secret panic when his finger slipped and the slim dildo continued to travel away without his guidance. Thankfully, it had a heart shaped "guard" on its opposite end that prevented it from sliding any further than it was supposed to go. Sora would have had a hard time explaining to his lover why he had to leave and get a set of tongs from the kitchen.




       
In any case, the first stage of the king's mission was complete, for what Roxas now held within his posterior was no mere dildo. It was a six-inch long, slim vibrator emblazoned with the symbol of The Black Kupo and his rocket. Streaming out of its other end was a thin cord that led to a handheld control with a small monitor. It kind of looked like a Game Boy Advance. For now, Sora ignored the controls of the vibrator since there were other things that he wanted to try first.




       
Roxas thumped his head against the headboard in frustration. He wanted Sora to take the vibrator back out, it felt so weird, but he knew that the king wouldn't listen to him. At least Sora finally got off his legs, although now they felt numb. As Roxas suffered through pin and needles, as well as general discomfort, he barely noticed the smell of blueberry that began to permeate the room.




       
"Relax," Sora encouraged in a hushed voice. "Think only of me, it'll feel better soon."




       
Roxas had no choice but to do as requested. There was nothing to see and no way to escape; the realization dawned on him that he was completely, utterly in Sora's hands. The thought of losing that much control to anybody frightened him beyond words. Submitting to Buddy had led to so many wrongs. "Why are you doing this?"




       
"Because," murmured Sora as he tipped a bottle in his hands to spill blue liquid onto his palm. "I want you to trust me. Isn't that what you want? To give me everything?"




       
My heart. Roxas had wanted to give Sora his heart. All of it, he wanted to live in Sora's light forever and be happy. Was that what this was all about? Did Sora want to show him how helpless he would be if he returned to the light? To understand that if he couldn't even surrender his body, then his heart was out of the question?




       
Too much thinking. Unable to take his inner turmoil anymore, Roxas placed his head against the headboard and went completely limp. Sora was now allowed to do anything he wanted to his body, whatever, he didn't care anymore. Take him, as long as he was taken in some way.




       
When Sora's gentle touch alighted on his body, Roxas's breathing became deep. Whatever was on his lover's fingers seared into his pale skin, leaving a trail of heat and streaks of blue. He mentally followed the hot caresses between his shoulder blades, smiling softly when he felt the word "mine" being etched onto his back. Several other designs were drawn on his skin, such as swirls and waves. Roxas thought he felt a tic tac toe being traced over his right butt cheek. Typical Sora. As his lover wisped more drawings behind his thighs, he felt a true urge to fall asleep, regardless of the weird position he was kneeling in.




       
Surreptitiously, Sora peered around Roxas's body to inspect his cock. Clearly, his lover had gotten a little too comfortable because his penis was drooping to the mattress in natural repose. Smiling, the king pressed a kiss at the base of Roxas's spine before drawing away.




       
Roxas felt that he was ready to for that slow fuck now, and he unconsciously parted his thighs just a fraction wider for it. An orgasm, and then a long, satisfying sleep through the night would have made him very content.




       
Instead, a loud "kupuppo!" rang through the bedroom, and the blonde was suddenly slammed with an intense vibration that came from inside his ass. A shocked sound burst from his mouth; his first instinct to grab the vibrator and rip it out foiled by the handcuffs around his wrists. The metal chain of the cuffs jangled violently as he jerked his hands in vain attempts for freedom. "GH -- Get it -- AAA!"




       
Roxas's muscles went limp with pleasure when he felt the slim toy slip out a few inches, then return in steady thrusts. Beads of sweat broke out all over his body, his temperature rising almost as fast as his red, blushing cock. Sora nuzzled and kissed the backs of his painted thighs until they parted a little more, allowing him to nibble a secret spot behind his lover's balls. Incoherent moans tore from Roxas's lips; he squirmed from Sora's tongue and Sora's hair tickling his genitals. The vibrator rubbed his insides even more with every little shift of his body.




       
While Sora laved his tongue over Roxas's testicles, he reached around to also stroke his lover's cock. His palms were covered in more of that blueberry scented substance, and it painted his other's shaft in vivid blue color. It burned into Roxas's most sensitive skin and made him jerk at the handcuffs in wishful attempts to satisfy that flame or bury his dick in a bucket of ice water.




       
Desperate to remain in control, Roxas resisted Sora's insistent parting of his thighs. Eventually, his legs were opened enought to allow Sora to slide between them on his back. With a light purse of his lips, Sora blew air over the underside of Roxas's cock. Immediately, the blueberry lubricant flared from hot to cold; a change that had Roxas baring his teeth in a pleasured hiss.




       
Sora's palms then cupped both sides of his lover's ass, transferring handprints and heat. He raised the other boy so that he could sit up between his shackled arms and place his lover on his lap. Roxas wasted no time surging forwards and clumsily finding the king's mouth for a searing, unending kiss. His hips bucked urgently against his tormentor's stomach, causing the sticky precum that had beaded at the tip of his penis to catch Sora's pajama shirt and stretch into a thin film. Sora didn't seem to mind having a craven, handsome boy rubbing against his body like a kitten in heat; his only response to those insistent shoves was to draw blue hearts around Roxas's tight nipples.




       
Thankfully, the bed was firmly bolted to the floor, so there wasn't much creaking to be heard from the wood. However, the rustle of fabric and gliding skin filled the room as Roxas coiled himself wantonly around Sora. His sobbed moans were swallowed by Sora's open-mouthed kisses, kisses that ended suddenly with a sharp yelp from the king. Sora jerked away, stunned at the fact that Roxas had just bit his lip, but his initial surprise was nothing compared to the shock he felt when his lover growled at the loss of contact. Blindly, Roxas searched for more of Sora, eventually finding a satin covered shoulder that he could gnaw on.




       
"AA!" Sora cringed at the crunch of teeth on his skin. He had created a monster! Roxas was scary in his current lust filled haze. Unwilling to let himself become even more bruised, the king scooted downwards until he was on his back again. Although the other boy couldn't truly see him, the blonde followed his movements as unerringly as if the blindfold never existed. Taking pity, as well as fearing what would happen if he kept this little game up, Sora curled a hand around Roxas's backside and began the moderate thrusting of the vibrator again. His other hand fumbled beside him, until he retrieved another object that he had borrowed from the box. It was a clear, gel filled pouch - made by The Black Kupo! - that was circular in structure. It fit snugly over his lover's cock, which glided inside the passageway provided by the toy. The head of Roxas's penis poked out other end, which Sora's took eagerly in his mouth.




       
Just as the king promised, he was on his back and it was warm and wet. The pouch engulfed Roxas's shaft completely, and Sora's tongue aided in the pleasure by curling around the glans as if to welcome the cum into his mouth. While squeezing the soft pouch with one hand, Sora pressed the vibrator deeply with the other, making Roxas feel as if the toy was reaching for his very bowels.




       
It took so much multi-tasking to give Roxas pleasure that Sora didn't notice it when he accidentally kicked the LCD display of the vibrator. It was currently set for "buzz," but all it took was one nudge by Sora's heel to change it to "earthquake." The moogle onscreen, which had been flapping its arms and making its pom pom swing back and forth - suddenly opened its eyes in shock before doing the same movements again at super speed.




       
"AAAAAAA!" Roxas's yells of pleasure were close to matching Sora's whenever he was in the throws of passion. If it weren't for the fuzzy lining of the handcuffs, his wrists would surely have been covered in welts from his vicious thrashing. His head tossed back and forth, as if he couldn't stand to be in this zone of unmatched ecstasy. The pleasured screams scared Sora so much, that the king stopped suckling to ask if he was alright.




       
"SORA!!!!!!!!!!!" Roxas's voice was filled with such an intense combination of urgency, rage and sheer desire that Sora immediately went back to work, this time vigorously out of fear of the consequences if he didn't. "FUCK - AAAAA - I'm gonna F...FUCK you SO HARD - AAAAAAU!!"




       
After making such a dire threat, Roxas pumped into Sora's mouth a few more times before ejaculating harder than he ever had in his life. The first jet of liquid hit the back of Sora's throat, causing him to reflexively swallow the cum before lifting his tongue to keep the rest of it from ending up in his stomach. He was amazed by Roxas's unusually long orgasm; one that left his lover thrusting long after he stopped gushing semen. He patiently waited until the blonde tired himself out, in the meantime puffing his cheeks to store any unswallowed cum.




       
Finally, the dead weight on his chest signaled that Roxas was completely done. His ragged breathing became the predominate sound in the room as well as the shuffling of the mattress as Sora left the space between his legs. The king immediately spit the heady ejaculate in his mouth into a teacup that had been provided by The Black Kupo. He made a face at the unpleasant aftertaste, which was strong enough to convince him to put the teacup on the floor, out of sight. Then, he pulled the vibrator out of Roxas's body, who whimpered helplessly in relief. The handcuffs were removed next - the key was indeed hidden in Sora's pants - and his spent partner was caught mid-collapse to the bed. The sweat caused by their erotic play had cooled the blue designs on the Roxas's body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.




       
Sora was a little worried that he had overdid it this time, but the almost feverish way that Roxas clutched at his pajamas told him otherwise. Deciding that sleep would be good for them, he placed a pillow behind his head and adjusted the other boy until he was resting soundly against his chest. A downy comforter was pulled over their bodies in hopes that heat would return to his quivering lover. One of Sora's arms curled over Roxas's shoulders, and his other free hand ruffled his bright hair. Sora lazily batted at the blonde's Dennis the Menace spike back and forth, before giving up in favor of dropping a kiss to his head. Roxas was still breathing very deeply, but he finally seemed to be coming back to himself.




       
"You ok?" Sora plucked at the knot of the blindfold. A very faint nod came in answer to his question. Probably already half asleep. He smiled gently after finally getting the blindfold off, which was tossed aside. Roxas didn't even open his eyes. The whole fiasco had gotten Sora rather hard, but in reality, he was kind of saving himself. For what, he wasn't sure. Maybe until things were settled between Kairi and Roxas, if that ever happened. Speaking of which. He brushed his fingers against the other's cheek, ever so gentle and loving as always. "You know that was punishment, right?"




       
"......"




       
"For not telling me that Kairi woke up this morning."




       
Roxas ducked his head as if in shame. However, Sora's soft petting never stopped, despite it all.




       
"Don't worry though, everything will be ok. I already talked to her. She needs time.. but she said she understands."




       
"So-"




       
"Ssssh. Just listen to it."




       
Roxas was too tired to protest anymore. His eyes felt so heavy, and the steady beating of Sora's heart made the bed feel as welcome as any home. He turned his face so that he could bury a kiss into the purple fabric, right where he felt the pulse the strongest. Then he passed out, long before Sora started to murmur sweet nothings into his ear. For once, he planned to stay with Roxas until morning, and cuddle his body all night - even if it was sweaty and smelly.




       
The next day, Sora would panic when he found The Black Kupo teacup still in its box, and the one he'd used the night before missing. There wasn't any way he'd find out which naughty teacup stayed up past its bedtime, and now it would forever haunt him anytime someone served him tea in Disney Castle.






The End