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Larxene was shorter than him- she has to reach up to grab his chin, tug him down to force eye contact between the two of them. All she could think of was how bizarre it was that he let her.
“You’re like a dog, aren’t you?”
The words slip out before she thinks, soft giggling following them. She tilts his head up, and he still offers no resistance, only flitting his eyes away from her. Her thumb brushes a gentle circle into his cheek, fingertips gloved in leather against skin.
“Tell me, Axel.” The two of them have done this dance before. She has no reason to hesitate. “Why do you act so obediently for me?”
A pause. Pupils blown wide, his mouth opens to say something, but not a sound comes out.
Bullseye.
She tugs him closer, faces inches from each other. “Cat got your tongue? C’mon, speak, boy.”
He folds like a lawn chair; both in resolve and physically- impressive!- shoving his face against her shoulder with a grumble. Her hand is tangled in his hair before he can recover, yanking him back up with a tut of disapproval. She glares daggers at him until he responds.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, the words quiet on his breath. He glances over at her with almost misty eyes. If she didn’t know him so well, she’d take it with more concern; but instead she just holds his face gently, sickly sweet faux sympathy dripping from her movements and her voice.
“Aw, poor thing.” She coos, before stepping fully into his space, trapping him against the wall; he’s cornered with the wild look of a scared prey animal as she pushes him into a louche kiss, her hands shoved under his cloak, rough leather against the skin beneath his undershirt. A leg snuck between his thighs, her pressing closer to him- a whine escapes his mouth as she pulls back from the kiss. “God, Axel, look at you,” She taunts, breathless. “You’re pathetic.”
There are hands grabbing the drawstrings of her cloak, and she’s pulled into much rougher, more desperate kiss- though it ends before the minute passes, and Axel is staring at her, mouth parted just slightly, almost panting like a dog. “Please, Larxene.” Is all he can think of to say.
The grin on her face is predatory as she leans up to his face, feigning innocence.
“Please what, Axel? What could such a desperate mutt possibly want from me?” Her tone is cruel, yet sultry nonetheless. She tilts her head at him, a hand grabbing his chin roughly. “You’re a big boy, you can either use your words, or handle it yourself, can’t you, now?”
He looks humiliated; his mouth agape, refusing to make eye contact with her. There’s a grumble of shame deep from his throat, and he mutters something under his breath, unintelligible. Larxene says nothing, just stares him down, her disapproval palpable. His resolve cracks. “Please, just- please touch me.” He sounds pitiful, the plea leaving his mouth in almost a whine.
“Hm. Good enough for now, I suppose.” She concedes, wrapping the front of his cloak around her hand to yank him to the bed, having him thrown onto his back unceremoniously in a near instant and getting on top of him twice as fast. She’s kept her gloves on as she undresses him, letting leather brush against sensitive skin.
He’s devested of his uniform, left in nothing but boxers. Embarassingly damp fabric and rough cowhide rub against his his dick when she does nothing more than press her fingers to him, and he tilts his head back with a low groan.
“God, you really are desperate.” And her tone is supposed to convey disgust, but she just sounds enamored with him as she slips her fingers under the shorts, dragging them along his cunt. He whines- full-on whines like a dog, and she nearly doubles over on the spot- but she steels her resolve. “Is there something that you want, Axel?” And he whines again, hips bucking down every time her fingers get close to his achingly empty hole. “Use your words, boy, come on.” She chides, pulling away and setting his boxers right.
“Larxene,” He whimpers this time. “Please.” And she’s feigning cluelessness again, licking his fluids off her gloved fingers. “Please what, Axel? I’m no mind reader.” There’s a sharp edge to her tone, the words laced with the sort of lust that could only mean trouble.
“Are you going to make me beg?” He complains, and she hooks a finger under his chin tilting his head up, looking at him with amusement. “For fucks sake Larx, what is this?” With that, she giggles as she finally fires back, with perfect aim. “Are you going to beg for me?” Is her question, and that’s all it takes for his emotional house of cards to fall apart again, the only sound out of him in response being yet another low whine of pitiful desperation.
When she lets go of him, he lets his head fall against the pillows and groans dejectedly, accepting his fate. “This is humiliating.” He mumbles, knowing full well that it’s the point.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” She says, with a coy smirk. “But I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is, you know.”
He drapes the back of his forearm over his eyes, grumbling muffled, half-hearted protests into his skin. When he reveals his face again, Larxene is staring at him almost expectantly from his hips, waiting with a hawkish glare for him to make up his mind. “Fine.” He surrenders with a whine. “Please just fuck me, Larxene, I just want to feel you inside me,” He hides the embarassment on his face with his arm again, but there’s no hiding that the humiliation turns him on, not when Larxene knows him so well. “I want your fingers in me, I-” He whines, ashamed. “I feel so empty, please, Larx. I’ll be good for you, I promise.” His lips are pressed in a thin line as he puts his arm back down to his side, looking at her with glassy pleading eyes and furrowed brows.
“There’s a good boy,” She coos, caressing his face while using her free hand to hook a finger in the waistband of his boxers, pulling herself away to devest him of them in a fluid motion. She tosses the soaked cloth off to the side to be dealt with later, taking her gloves off, and grabbing Axel by the face again. “Open your mouth for me.” He obeys, and she presses her fingers in, letting him roll them between his tongue, coating them in his saliva. When she pulls them out, he’s dragged into a rough, desperate kiss; it’s hard to tell if the biting is intentional or not, and while he’s focused on that, she shoves her fingers into him and curls them upward. He keens, moaning against her lips, his back arching off the bed. There’s a sharp whine when she pulls away from the kiss, but it’s quickly silenced by her curling her fingers again. She moves down his body, caressing his waist and hips as she goes, leaving chaste kisses to his chest and thighs.
She presses her face against his bush, simply sensory-seeking for a moment, enjoying the scratchy feeling before going down and taking his dick into her mouth. He gasps, and she curls her fingers again, finally begining to thrust them in and out of him as she swirls her tongue around his cock. She brushes the tip of it, and when he moans, he sounds completely breathless. He rolls his hips up into her, and she lets him chase the high, just this once. He’s already close and she’s barely done anything, and she doesn’t mind; she just leverages her fingers as deep into him as she can, continuing her oral assult of every over-sensitive spot.
His hips jerk up once, twice, thrice, involuntarily, and he shouts out her name, the syllables breaking with whimpers and desperate breaths as he shudders, clenching around her fingers as he finishes. He remains in the limbo of orgasm for a moment, before going near fully limp, melting into the bed. “C’mere. Cuddle.” He grumbles, making grabby hands at Larxene until she relents, pulling her fingers out of him with a comically wet noise, wiping her hand on her pants, and laying down next to him. He wraps his arms around her, and she reaches up to mindlessly run her fingers through his hair. He leans into the touch. “What a good dog.” She praises, playfully scritching his scalp. He laughs, pulling away just a bit. “You’re an asshole.” He comments. She just smirks. “Yet you keep coming back for this.” She snipes back. He purses his lips, before tenatively asking a question.
“…You’re never gonna let me live this one down, are you?”
“Of course not. You got hot and bothered because I called you a dog and then you came in five minutes flat. You’ve never been more pathetic, and I’ve had you suck the strap before.”
“Damn.”