Band Oneshots

A control freak an' a Idea (Axl x Slash)smut

Axl Roses was a control freak, everyone knew that. It was just who he is, it was in his nature to be one.

He always liked to be the one making the decisions, the one dishing out the consequences he always liked control. Never the other way around so when His lover had an idea and told Axl his great Idea, at first Axl was not sure about it but after weeks of talking about it Axl finally decided to give it a try. 

So to say he felt conflicted was the biggest understament of the year, flexing his tightly bound wrists against the cold metal bedframe. Fingertips, delicate and meticulous ghost over his sides. Large, strong hands, calluses fingers squeeze his girlish hips sliding down the back of his thighs.

Axl fought a pleasured grimace, tongue sliding across his Rosie red soft lips. "Like that, don't ya, Rosie?" His very male lover's voice spoke softly. Velvety and deep, rich like dark chocolate. Those careful fingers continue their work groping his soft thighs eliciting quiet moans of pleasure from the Singer. He shivers as a hot, decadent mouth latches onto his neck, sucking like its the only thing that can save it from death.

"S-Slash...nhh" The aforementioned guitarist releases a deep chuckle, its low tones reverberating through Axl's chest.  Axl's eyelashes flutter beneath the red bandana that's tied around his neck.

Darkness adds to the sharp tingles of hot pleasure searing up and down his spine. Slash's large, strong hand snakes down his chest briefly stopping to toy with Axl's nipple piercing but ending up at his stomach, "You just love how small you feel under me, don't ya, Ax?" 

Axl nods rolling his hips. Slash uses his other hand to slap Axl's thigh gently, smirking playfully when it jiggles, "God, Rosie, I just love your thighs." Axl chuckles through his moan as the guitarist nuzzles the soft, thick flesh, occasionally flickering his tongue out. That sweet, syrupy mouth works love bites, starkly noticeable against his white skin.

The Singer relished in Slash's markings, placed with meticulous skill of an artist. He always liked to wear he shorts or boxers to show off the violet and rose coloured splotches, much to Duff's amusement, Popcorned paid them no mind after the first time he saw them (Axl's in detailed story of how he got them scared him for life)

Izzy would usually just nod and mutter something about 'being a bit of a slut' before turning back to his guitar but that never bothered Axl as he knew Izzy was just a bit jealous that Duff doesn't mark him up like that.

Rose is violently yanked from his fond daydream by the sensation of Slash's slick tongue dragging its tip over his tight hole. Axl shudders,"Mmmn...S-Slash~" He spreads his legs, tugging at his skull scarf restraints. It was killing him, not being able to weave slim bony fingers through Slash's mass of curls.

The guitarist scoots forward, long tongue slithering up Axl's tight Asshole like a snake. Axl's head cranes back, his eyebrows in a frown as his mouth forms a perfect 'O' shape.

He moans breathily, eyes rolling into the back of his head, "Ohhh....Slash...y-you always know how to make me feel so fucking good...." Slash moans into Axl, thumb rubbing circles over the older man's asscheeks as he pumps his wet tongue inside him. Axl can feel his lover's shoulder pressing rhythmically into his thigh hoping there will leave some buries. 

The tongue inside the older man sends harsh, merciless waves of pleasure through his nervous system. Heat pools in Axl's stomach, heartbeat strong as his rock hard cock. Just when Axl is sure he's going to cum, his Younger lover ruthlessly rip his tongue out.

The Singer gasps so hard he nearly screams "Gah! F-Fuck, you Slash you sadist!" Slash's large, rough hand places itself upon his throat, thumb pressing just on his jugular.