Axel's kisses are like ice.

It's the complete opposite of everything that Axel represents. His personality, the flickering, snapping movements of his body, the mere way he articulates his words, hell, his hair… everything about him is fire, licking at Roxas's heels.

And still, Axel's kisses are cold against his lips. Roxas feels nothing.

Even with pleading eyes from the man pulling him down, Roxas doesn't feel sympathy.

Even as he fucks Axel, letting the man writhe beneath him in ecstasy, Roxas doesn't feel anything.

But still, he pretends.

But only because Axel wanted him to.

and maybe you (we) feel after all