And now he is here. Standing in front of Axel in the hallway, letting Axel take his hand and lead him inside as his heart is jumping out of his chest and his palms are sweating.
“Hi.” He whispers, letting himself fold into Axel’s embrace. Strong arms holding him tight. The soft scent of shampoo and soap and shaving foam. Skin against his lips.
“Hi, baby.” Axel whispers back, nuzzling into his neck. “You are tense, Jens. Just relax. I’m sorry about all that crap I said this morning. I shouldn’t have just assumed you want to do stuff like that. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. I don’t want you to agree to do things just because I tell you I want to.”
“Shut up and just do it, Axel.” Jens snarls, and presses his lips onto Axel’s. “You can’t just threaten me with wild hot monkey-sex and then back out like that.”
“Wild hot monkey-sex? And I thought I was bad at the dirty talk!”
“Well, that is what it is, isn’t it? I was promised a mind-blowing orgasm and I have come to collect.” Jens is pressing Axel into the wall. Grinding his hips against the dressing gown. Tugging at the sleeves so he can get his mouth on Axel’s shoulder. Biting into the skin. Just softly.
“You really want me to fuck you, baby? Is that what you are saying?” Axel’s voice is serious. There could be a smidgeon of a smile in there. A little bit of laughter brewing.
“Fuck yes, Axel. I was promised. You promised to get me to de-stress.” He is biting again. Sucking bruises into Axel’s flesh. Leaving teeth-marks on the soft skin under Axel’s shoulders.
“Do you want me to look after you? Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?”
Jens nods. Lips trailing up the side of Axel’s neck. Nose, stroking the line of his jaw. Lips, attacking his own. There is nothing soft about Jens today. His body is hard and his muscles are tense. He needs. He needs a lot.
“Too many clothes, Jens.” Axel hisses as he tugs at shirt sleeves with one hand and clashes with Jens’ fingers with the other trying to unbutton his fly.
“Why the fuck are you still wearing this then?” Jens growls, ripping the dressing gown off Axel and letting it fly across the hallway.
It’s messy. It’s fast. Bodies moving across the floor, bumping into the doorway as they stumble across the living room. Lips against lips. Hair in fists and skin on skin. Clothes landing wherever they fall.
“Lie down on your back, baby.” Jens has no choice, not with the shove Axel gives him as he bounces against the mattress, Axel close behind, straddling him and grabbing hold of his arms.
“Hold on to the spindles on the headboard. Hold tight. Don’t move. This is all about you. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let me look after you. Okay?”
Jens tries to answer, but he is silenced with Axel’s mouth on his and a tongue in his mouth. His hands are curling around the wood and he finds he just can’t speak. Groan. Yes, groan he can apparently still do, and he does. Ridiculous moans as Axel’s lips start their trail of destruction down his chest. He whimpers when lips clamp down on his nipples. The tip of a tongue flicking across the bud that tightens and tingles. Soft brushes of lips on his stomach, and wet trails of tongue flicking across the skin above his groin.
There are kisses on his hips. Fingers stroking his thighs. Jens hadn’t even realised that his hips were so sensitive, or that someone kissing your leg would make you shiver. Involuntary jerks of his legs with every barely-there kiss. His cock hard and straining, begging to be touched.
Not that Axel does what Jens needs. Axel is fucking evil too, because now he is kissing Jens’ knees. Worshipping his hairy legs. Touching him in places Jens didn’t know he needed touching. Jens' mouth making embarrassing sounds, spilling noises he didn't know he had in him. Stupid sounding groans. Not that he honestly cares, especially when there are fingers stroking the softness between his legs. Just teasing him while his calves are being smothered in caresses. Kisses. Sounds coming out of Jens’ mouth that are so desperate, he thinks he might just be a tiny bit embarrassed about it all. How his knuckles are white from gripping the headboard. His body moving. His breath hitching. His cock leaking, leaving a trail of precome dripping down his shaft.
“Please.” He whines.
“Please what?” Axel is speaking in between kissing Jens’ toes. Just one by one. His body has slid down the end of the bed, and Jens is cold. Jens is burning up. He needs. He fucking needs it now.
“Just touch me. Fuck, Axel... Just do it.”
“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?”
“Don’t fucking tease, just do anything. Oh, God.”
Axel laughs softly. Axel would probably speak back if he could, but he right now he is sucking on Jens’ toe. Which is not Jens’s thing at all, but Axel probably thought it would be a good idea. Teasing. Letting his tongue swirl around it like it’s a cock. Pretending. Driving Jens mad. Because Jens kicks his leg away and let’s go of the headboard, sitting up and grasping for Axel.
Anything Axel. Anything he can reach. Looking so desperately wrecked, chest flushed and hair all over his face, and Axel can’t help but smile. Laugh. Crawling into his embrace and letting their lips do that thing they do so well. He loves the kissing, the closeness and softness of Axel’s skin against his. Their cocks rubbing and grinding as they tumble back onto the sheets.
“I thought I told you to hold on to the headboard and let me look after you?” Axel whispers.
“Fuck, you are so hot when you go all bossy on me,” Jens whimpers back in his ear. Lips sucking on his earlobe.
“You like that? When I boss you around? Tell you what to do?”
Jens just sighs. Desperately. Letting his arms go back up to the headboard so fast that Axel’s cock pulses out a squirt of wetness.
“You are so freaking hot when you are desperate Jens.” Axel almost groans looking like he might just come here and now. Like it would only take a tug or two of his cock and he would spill all over Jens’ stomach. He would just lean over and let himself go. It would be so easy. So good.
But he doesn’t. Instead Axel just whines out “I love having sex with you.” whilst his body shivers with arousal.and his mouth is back where it needs to be. It’s like Axel is breathing him in, swallowing down the scent of Jens in loud greedy gulps of air, the stubble on Axel’s face course against Jens’ stomach, his senses almost feverishly searching for more. Hands stroking, mouth kissing, fingernails scraping. Skin. Hair. Scent. Him.
“I love.. you” Jens whispers. He does. So so much.
“I love you too. Always. You make me feel so many things right now that I can’t even function. I just want you. All of you.”
Axel swallows hard. This is not about him, this is about what he promised Jens. He rambles, words spilling out in an incoherent mess while his hands are stroking any piece of Jens he can reach. This is about making Jens feel good, he had promised him that. Giving him something Axel wants to give. He desperately wants Jens to want this, to let him do this.
Because this is them, and this is making love. Axel wants to make love to Jens, yet at the same time, fuck him so senseless that he will never forget who he belongs to. He wants to put his mark down, make Jens see that this… this here, is where he is, this here, is where his happiness is. Where he is loved, where his body does what it is designed to do, to be loved and to love. With him. Nobody else. This is where he makes Jens his. Forever.