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oh, this was just great. no sarcasm intended, things were really going great. by the time axel awoke, the sun was already setting, and he was on a bed. not in his own room, though. no, he was in some other room, with a woman laying asleep next to him, the bedsheets barely covering her naked form. a smirk snaked its way onto his sinful lips while he recalled what had happened just moments before. god, that woman sure had some talent. his eyes traveled to the stains on the bedsheets, and it only made his smirk curl up further, if possible. rather, axel brushed away some of the hair from the woman’s face, knowing that he was the one who had streaked it with sweat. and man, he was proud of his work.
time to go, axel supposed. he slid off the bed, picking up the clothes he had thrown onto the floor in the heat of the moment. first, his underwear. easy enough. next, pants. jeans that were just tight enough to hug his butt the way he wanted. finding his button up shirt in a corner, axel picked it up, dusting it off with a satisfied smile. there we go. slipping it over his head, axel felt the familiar fabric ghost his skin, giving him the sharp, sexy kind of look. with a couple buttons undone at the top, and a tie that was loops around the collar messily, it was enough to lure any woman or man into his lair.
“thank you.” taking a moment to walk back to the sleeping female, axel gave her forehead a final kiss, placing his hands on his hips. well, his business here was done. he had been a good boy. a nice start, a hot mess in the middle, and a smooth finish. sad thing was, he didn’t have anybody else on his queue to f.ck. dammit. maybe vanessa, if he paid her. well… she had done it with dannen before, right? so why not with him? axel walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. he patted his jeans. sh.t, it wasn’t there. no, his wanker still there, thank you very much. what axel meant was the fact that the keys to the room he shared with vanessa… they were gone. sh.t, sh.t. swearing under his breath, axel even pat the pockets over his butt— nothing.
feeling defeated now, axel felt as if he had no choice but to find some tyrants to kill. that was an alternative way of losing steam. “yeah, i’ll go do that.” unknowingly speaking to himself, one might have thought he was mentally returded with the way his was grumbling to himself about leaving his keys at god knows where. well, hopefully nessie was still in the room… walking down the corridor, axel heard footsteps, then the impatient sound of boots clicking against the flooring. he’d recognise that pink ponytail and skirt anywhere. a cat’s grin tugging at his lips, he quickened his pace, wanted to give the girl a friendly scare.
he didn’t get a chance to. the elevator arrived before he could, and he ran for it. he ran, while shouting for vanessa to hold the door open. for a moment, the door opened just a fraction wider, only to slam in his face when he finally got there. gosh, vanessa could be so cruel sometimes… huffing and crossing his arms, axel shrugged. opting to take the stairs instead, axel made it his unofficial mission to beat vanessa to the job board.
his feet moved quickly as he descended the staircase, one hand kept in the pocket of his jeans, the other brushing over the railing lightly in case of an accident. he was skipping steps— two steps in one jump. he was panting by the time he got the the door, pushing it open with his shoulder, huffing and puffing. of course, vanessa had beat him. she had a head start, not to mention she was in an elevator. the elevator he could have taken… geez, what an ice queen.
nonetheless, axel would not allow himself to become disheartened. instead, he shouldered his way through the crowd, swinging an arm around vanessa casually when he reached her. “you completely ditched me just now.” he whined, using his thumb and index finger to tilt vanessa’s chin up. “i might have to punish you later…” he warned, his voice husky and practically dripping with lust while he dropped it to a whisper. he watched vanessa turn about fifty shades of red before she kicked him in the shin lightly, at a loss for words.
hm? who was this? having to tilt his head down to look at alder, axel scrutinised the small boy. “what’s that, little squirt?” he teased lightly, his chrome colored eyes glimmering with amusement. axel had his reasons for calling alder a little squirt. first off, the boy was already pretty short compared to him. second of all, a thirteen year old couldn’t possibly pack much of a squirt during the last phases of intercourse. furthermore, he was only thirteen, while axel was eighteen. like he said, a little squirt.
quickly, he grew bored of teasing alder. little squirts were no fun to tease. his attention turned to ezreal, and the hand that wasn’t around vanessa ran through his messy black locks, pushing them up messily before falling back over an eye lazily when he removed his hand. “hey hot stuff. you’re looking pretty well. have you been sitting on sugar? because that’s one sweet ass.” even he had to admit it himself— that was smooth as hell.
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